Legendary PKMN: Fourth of July special
Legendependence Day
"HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY SISTER!"
There was a loud explosion from Cresselia's room. After several noises of banging and crashing heard inside, out burst Darkrai running and laughing maniacally with his sister in hot pursuit.
"WHY DID YOU LAUNCHED FIREWORKS AT ME AT POINT BLANK RANGE!?"
"JUST GETTING INTO THE FESTIVE SPIRIT! BWAHAHAHA!"
This only encouraged Cresselia to chase after him even faster. Deoxys and Mewtwo watched the scene unfold, the latter yielding a slight chuckle.
"Honestly…" Deoxys crossed her arms. "Do they have to be so violent?"
"I agree. How childish." Malispite suddenly came in.
"…Malispite, why do you have a large missile in your hands?" asked the space alien.
"It's a firework."
"…and why is it pointed at Darkrai?"
"To get into the festive spirit." the brown bat laughed evilly, lighting the missile. It took aflame and zoomed at Darkrai just as he least expected it, exploding in a direct hit.
"YOU!"
"YOU!"
And now it had become a three way battle, with both Malispite and Cresselia up against the prince of darkness. Deoxys sighed again at how unnecessarily violent they had become.
"Mewtwo, can I just hang out with you the entire day?" the red and blue alien asked, getting the feeling that today was going to be a little bit 'too' festive.
"Sorry Deoxys, I'm lighting fireworks too. Look at this!" proudly announced Mewtwo, showing his friend a strange glowing orange orb.
"Wh-what is it?" Deoxys said in awe. At this, Mewtwo grinned psychotically.
"This is what I was working on last night!" said Mewtwo aloud. "It is a sphere with enough energy to equal ten nuclear explosions- thus making it the ultimate firework!"
Everyone paused.
"…Mewtwo don't you DARE fire that thing off or so help us we'll all be dead!" said Cresselia in fear.
Mewtwo began to contemplate.
"MOM!" shouted Darkrai and Cresselia in fear. Arceus instantly appeared before them and told Mewtwo that today was not the day to fire off a nuclear explosion. Even if it was festive.
"Tch." said Mewtwo, annoyed. With that, Arceus stamped her hoof, and order was restored once more.
Today was the Fourth of July, a very special holiday celebrating independence. As such, the entire Hall was ordered by Arceus to be decorated in red white and blue colors. To celebrate the festivity, Darkrai had brought down all the fireworks to light off that night.
"And don't forget to be on the ninety ninth floor of the Hall at nine!" Arceus reminded them. Arceus, as per custom ever since she became God, always fired off colorful Judgment attacks in the air for every Independence Day celebration, visible throughout the entire world.
By noon that day, all of the guests were there. Gardevoir and Gliscor were invited by Darkrai, being that they were his two best friends. Gallade came along simply because Gardevoir was there, and Mercifond flew in because her brother was there. Eventually, the last of the guests, Kairi and Ruby showed up.
"Look at all the colors Kairi!" Ruby pointed excitably at the wondrous decorations. Kairi found it strange that there even were decorations, but nonetheless enjoyed them.
It was only a matter of time before Deoxys, being the amnesiatic alien she was, popped the question.
"So why do we celebrate the Fourth of July anyway?"
There was a pause as everyone gaped and pointed fingers at her.
"NO!" Darkrai said in fear.
"What?"
"OH NO! EVERYONE HIDE BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!" Cresselia shouted. However, just before Cresselia ran out of the room, Arceus Teleported into the room and stopped her from leaving.
"Did someone just ask why we celebrate the fourth!?"
"NO!" everyone shouted.
"Erm, yes?" Deoxys asked, confused.
All face palmed themselves as Arceus giddily beamed.
"Well then I have a story for you! Everyone sit down and I shall tell the story of why we celebrate Independence Day!"
"But mom, I've already heard this story!" Darkrai protested, hoping to escape her.
"Nonsense! Sit down!"
Everyone grumbled as they sat down, save Gardevoir who was trying to calm everyone down.
"Thanks a lot…" Malispite mumbled as he walked past Deoxys to sit next to his sister. Deoxys nudged Mewtwo and asked him what the explanation was for the strange animosity everyone felt towards her.
"Well in hindsight we probably should have seen this coming and warned you…" muttered the male psychic to himself. "…Arceus' stories are always extremely long. And she makes everyone sit and listen until she is done… none of ever argues because she's God…"
"How long are we talking?" Deoxys asked, shifting eyes to Arceus.
"Ever heard of War and Peace?"
"Alright! I have an important announcement!" Arceus stamped her hoof, signaling that the story was about to start.
"You always have a-"
Darkrai was frozen by an Ice Beam attack.
"Now then!" continued the white and gold class Five. "It appears as though Deoxys has no idea what Independence Day is about! Can someone give her the short explanation before I go into my story!?"
"Ooh Ooh!" Ruby waved her hand. Arceus called on her and Ruby spoke. "We celebrate Independence Day because that is the day when Delcatty Migrate to the moon!"
A pause.
"No!" said Arceus, not in the least bit annoyed.
"Yeah, Ruby." Kairi sighed. "Independence day is when the Americans decided to defect from the Bri-"
"INDEPENDENCE DAY IS WHEN POKEMON WERE FINALLY FREED FROM THE EVIL GALACTIC EMPIRE!"
Another pause.
Kairi: "…what?"
Arceus: "A LONG TIME AGO IN A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY!"
LEGENDEPENDENCE DAY
The evil GALACTIC EMPIRE has finally seized control over the entire GALAXY, throwing it into a state of utter PERIL…
Ruled by the SOLARIS LORD, the EMPIRE continues to unfairly tax its citizens daily, and also kills them a bit SOMETIMES…
However, there is a new RESISTANCE GROUP that is forming unbeknownst to the EMPIRE, leaving a shred of HOPE for the GALAXY…
The story begins on TATTOOWEENEIE, where a young MAN unbeknownst to him but knownst to us is about to set off on a great JOURNEY that will change his DESTINY forever…
And WHY is it that the CAPS LOCK key is so busted in this SCRIPT?
Tatooweenie
Arceus: "Our story starts on this barren planet of Tattooweenie! It is an impoverished planet with few natural resources other than sand! It is here that we meet the man who was responsible for bringing about Independence Day…"
Dawn rose on the horizon of the barren planet. At the slightest crack, a figure rose from the shadows. It was a very tall seven foot tall bat like Pokemon with three tails. He was brown colored all over with green eyes and teal colored markings across his body. He found a white robe and put it on, opening the door and prepared to get started.
Arceus: "His name was… Malice Spitewalker!"
Malispite: "Hey! He looks just like me!
Arceus: "Come to think of it, he did look just like you Malispite!"
Darkrai: "Hey! Why is he the main character!? I should the main character!"
Arceus: "Be quiet and let me tell the story!"
Malice Spitewalker lived without parents because he apparently did not have any. He did once have a sister; however she was killed long ago on a mission… by the Emperor himself. The only part he still had to remember her by was her Blightsaber- a weapon that formed a sword composed of glowing light energy.
He carried the Blightsaber in his pockets always. Even though he had no idea how to use it, it was still a memento from his sister…
Shrugging off old memories, he began walking. He was joined by several other headed in the same direction, in fact everyone in his village was. They headed for the exact same location: the center plaza where they were forced to pay their taxes and listen to the announcements.
Malice Spitewalker hated the Emperor- not only did he force them to pay nearly everything they had; he also killed them a bit sometimes!
And that was just plain rude.
However, Malice could do naught… the Solaris Lord was far more powerful than he in many ways. Plus, rumor had it he was also the best looking Pokemon in the galaxy. Malispite couldn't compete with something like that, and so here he was, listening to the robots speaking…
"And so, our glorious emperor has decreed that he will have a new holiday, starting tomorrow on the fourth of July! It shall be known as…
National Blow Stuff Up Day!"
"What!?" all the citizens of Tatooweenie were in shock.
"It basically works like this: Every year the Emperor will see who paid the least amount of taxes. Whoever loses will have their planet blow up. And luckily for you, Tatooweenie is the first of such planets!"
"What!? That's a horrible idea!" a few of them shouted. "Not to mention rude!"
"So yeah, you all are screwed I guess." beeped the robot. "Bye losers!"
Malice Spitewalker was naturally infuriated by such a proposal. His planet was going to be blown up tomorrow! First his sister, and now his home planet…
"Curse that stupid empire…!" Malice gritted his teeth. "If only there was a Deux-Ex- Machina I could save my planet!"
"If only there was a pilot skilled enough to fly my craft I could save this planet!"
Surprised, Malice Spitewalker turned around and saw a hooded figure who he had never seen before. And considering that there were only about ten people total on the planet, this was definitely something strange.
"Hey- you!" Malice shouted. The hooded figure seemed flustered.
"Er um, I didn't say anything nope!"
"Yeah you did! You said you could save my planet!" Malispite caught up with the hooded Pokemon. "Please! Tell me what you know!"
"Why should I trust you so easily?" inquired the mysterious form.
"Erm… uh…" Malice was at a loss. "Oh! Because if you don't, I'll tell on the robot that you are conspiring against the Empire!"
"Y-you wouldn't!"
"I can't believe you told them."
"I can't believe that you didn't believe that I would tell them."
Both the hooded figure and Malice Spitewalker were thrown into jail for conspiring against the Emperor and Tattletale-ing respectively. Now, they sat in a rather uncomfortable jail cell, sitting anxiously.
"Well, I might as well tell you now… since your planet is screwed any way…"
Malice watched as the figure took off her hood, revealing that he was actually a she, a beautiful female specimen with green hair and amber eyes, yet a cool and calm look to her facial expression.
"My name is Princess Gardeleia."
Gardevoir: "She looks like…"
Arceus: "Yes! She was a Blancodanzar just like you are!"
"Princess!? As in THE Princess Gardeleia!?" Malice blurted out, unable to contain his surprise.
"Yes, I am the last of the rightful rulers of this galaxy…" Gardeleia admitted. "You see stranger, I had caught word that the Emperor was about to do something stupid and flew in my starship as fast as I could to stop him. Unfortunately… we crashed on this planet.
And as you can see, the rumor was right: he is planning to blow up Tattooweenie for the sheer amusement of it."
"Urg… just what kind of jerk face is the Emperor anyway!?"
A black clad figure stared into the endless abyss that is space. He let out a malevolent chuckle as his sights turned towards a barren red planet that unfortunately for them did not pay enough taxes…
"Oh, this will be highly amusing…" laughed the black clad figure.
The door suddenly opened. From the circular opening came a Pokemon completely covered up by black armor. To top is all off, it wore a black cape as well as a large black helmet.
"Report." asked the first black clad figure.
The figure breathed heavily in the mask. After a few short breaths, the figure finally took off the helmet.
"This helmet is so stuffy!" the voice was a female white bat Pokemon with green eyes and pink markings.
Mercifond: "That looks like me!"
"Fashion is painful." conceded the black clad figure. "Now what is your report?"
The white bat Pokemon bowed and gave the news. "Well, the Deth Staryu is nearly complete. The final adjustments should be calibrated just before it is time to celebrate your new holiday, dear Emperor…"
"Excellent…" the figure in black took of his hood, revealing a white face with glowing yellow markings. He was catlike in appearance, with golden colored eyes and yellow tattoo's all over his body. His tail lifted up to reveal a halo at the end of it. "Just as I planned."
Absolix: "That character bears resemblance to me!"
Darkrai: "ABSOLIX!? What are you doing here!?"
Absolix: "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm not here."
Darkrai: "How the fric-!?"
Arceus: "Darkrai stop it and let me continue!"
"Soon, I will obtain the Deth Staryu- a weapon created to destroy planets- and then I will attain my ultimate goal!"
"And what would that be sir?" asked the white bat with interest.
"I don't know actually. I just kinda want to blow up a planet." shrugged the Solaris Lord. "Darth Mercivader, make sure that nothing interrupts this process! July Fourth shall forever be known as National Blow Stuff Up Day!"
"Yes… my master."
"Well it doesn't matter anyway…" sighed Princess Gardeleia sadly. "The Solaris Lord has won. Tomorrow we'll all be dead."
"No! I refuse to give up!" Malice Spitewalker charged at the cage, hitting it and biting it several times to try and get themselves free. "There must be a way out of here! There has to be!"
"Hahahah! Stupid biological life forms!" laughed the robot, watching Malice struggle against the steel bars. "Only I have the key to get you out and there's no way you can snatch it from me!"
"Urg…!" Malice growled. Suddenly, he had an idea. Grinning, he said to the robot. "Hey how do we know that's the key?"
The robot was confused. "What are you talking about?"
"I say you DON'T have the key to this cell and that you're full of it!"
"What are you, stupid? It's right here!" The robot dangled it, making a jingling noise. Gardeleia caught on to what Malice was doing and chimed in.
"How do we know that doesn't open a different a different cell?" she taunted.
"Grr… I'll show you idiots…" sighing in annoyance, the robot walked over and unlocked their jail cell. "See? Now do you believe that these keys are-"
THREE POINT FIVE SECONDS LATER
Malice Spitewalker had severely beaten up the robot, and he and Princess Gardeleia were running through the desert night at full speed towards the princess' airship. The airship was an advanced plane shaped X flyer built for speed.
"You're sure you know how to fly this thing?" Gardeleia asked Malice. She had no idea how to fly a space craft herself, hence why she needed a pilot.
"Well, I have some flying experience…" said Malice, turning on the engine.
The opposite side of Tattooweenie
"…"
The X- plane was now severely wrecked by the collision with the ground. It was virtually irreparable, leaving Malice and Gardeleia stranded. In light of this fact, Gardeleia glared at Malice Spitewalker angrily.
"What kind of flying experience have you had exactly!?" she demanded.
"I flew a paper plane once… and it crashed." admitted the brown bat. Princess Gardeleia rubbed her head.
Arceus: "It seemed like our heroes had reached the end of their journey… however…"
"Well this is just great! What are we supposed to do now!?" Gardeleia's arms flew up. Malice had no idea. Just then however, his long bat ears picked up something. Music. Really corny music.
"That's it!" Malice perked up. "The bar!"
There were only two settlements on the entire planet. One of them was Malice's village, and the other one was a place simply known as 'The Bar'. It had been given that name because it was a gathering spot for wild ruffians of any and all sorts, and because no one had bothered to give it a good name.
"What?" Gardeleia said in disbelief. "No way! Who knows what type of crooks live there!? It's unsafe for a woman of my stature to go in such a place!"
"Too late- I'm saving my planet so let's go!"
Arceus: "Our heroes trekked for only a mile or so before they came across The Bar!"
Malice and Gardeleia, once more with her hood up, stepped inside the alcohol smelling establishment. A jazz band was playing on one side, the tables were full, and waitresses in neko outfits served the men at the tables.
"This place repulses me." Gardeleia stated. Malice Spitewalker told her to shush and look for a pilot to fly them out of here. "Right right…"
"Hey, do you have a ship that can fly us out?" Malice asked one of them.
Arceus: "Unfortunately, they asked every single one of the pilots and none of them offered to take them!"
"Any other bright ideas?" Gardeleia asked Malice Spitewalker in private.
"Well, since no one volunteered…" Malice breathed quietly. "We move to plan B."
"Plan B?"
"Well, I'd say that's about enough drinking for tonight. Let's go, Mewbacca."
"FWAAAAAHHHH!"
These two voices came from two separate Pokemon. One of them was a black colored Pokemon with long white hair and deep blue eyes, dressed in a pilot garb. The second one was a naked pink cat-like creature with long coarse hair all over its body.
Arceus: "These two were known as Darkran Solo and Mewbacca respectively! One was a skilled pilot, and the other one was a creature from the planet Sloth!"
Mercifond: "Hey that one looks like Darkrai!"
Darkrai: "I'm seeing a pattern emerging here…"
After a night of drinking, Darkran Solo and Mewbacca decided to head back to their ship, the Millennium Falcon PAWNCH. It was an impressive ship in the shape of a giant red glove, able to travel at super speed, even in comparison to other ships.
With a command from Darkran, he and Mewbacca entered the impressive ship and took off into space. Darkran was at the controls and Mewbacca was in the left seat playing with some switches.
"Hey don't touch the eject button!" Darkran warned his partner.
"FWAAAAHHH…!" Mewbacca said back.
"You know what mom said!" Darkran retorted. "As long as I'm babysitting you, I'M the one in charge!"
"Grr…" conceded Mewbacca, arms crossed in annoyance. Darkran looked at him sternly before using the controls to whiz past an asteroid.
"So what should we do now?" Darkran asked his little brother.
"TAKE US TO SAVE THE UNIVERSE!"
Darkran Solo flipped out in surprise, gathering his gun and turning around to face two strangers, one of them a tall brown bat and the other one a green haired female Pokemon. He immediately questioned what they were doing on his ship.
"We stowed away." replied Gardeleia.
"SO NOW YOU HAVE TO TAKE US TO THE DETH STARYU!" shouted the brown colored bat. Darkran gritted his teeth.
"Or what!?" he challenged. "This is MY ship, and I don't take too kindly to stowaways!"
"…" Gardeleia paused. "Oh yeah. In all the confusion sneaking onto this ship, we forgot to have something to threaten you with."
"…I take it this is your first time stowaway?" Darkran raised an eyebrow. "Tch. Amateurs."
"Er I, Uh Er…!" Malice Spitewalker struggled, fumbling around in his pockets for something that could match Darkran's blaster. He suddenly found his Blightsaber and activated it. A light green laser emerged from the hilt of the blade, to which Malice pointed it at Darkran. "I have a Blightsaber!"
"Do you know how to use it?"
"…UH…"
"Yep. Amateurs." Darkran Solo rolled his eye. Gardeleia stamped her foot, getting Darkran's attention.
"We can explain ourselves! I am Princess Gardeleia!"
"Seriously!?" Darkran said in disbelief. "That chick who the Emperor really needs to capture in order to complete his rule of the galaxy?"
"Yes!" Malice added. "And look- He's got a weapon called the Deth Staryu and it's poised to blow up my planet! We need someone who can fly us to stop it!"
"Seriously?" Darkran looked at Mewbacca, who looked worried. "Well look pal, it sucks to be you right now, but I've got my own problems! I have to figure out how to get enough money to pay off my debt to the Empire or else they'll take away my beautiful ship!"
Mewbacca: "FWAAARRGG!"
"Exactly! And then we'll be homeless!" Darkran restated. Gardeleia approached him, gently lowering his gun.
"Yes, don't you see? The Emperor is unfairly taxing the people of the galaxy just to pay for a weapon that can blow up our planets! The Emperor needs to be overthrown, and only we can do it! Won't you please help us?"
Darkran Solo paused, looking at Gardeleia, Malice Spitewalker, and back to the princess. He looked at Mewbacca, who nodded only once. Finally, he sighed. Darkran took her hand off his gun and took it away.
"Alright fine. I guess I have nothing to lose at this point… what's the plan?"
Smiling, Gardeleia took to the center of the ship. Malice watched her, eager to be let on to this plan of hers that could save the galaxy from tyranny. Taking a deep breathe, she explained her idea.
"As you both are already aware, the Solaris Lord and his mysterious henchwoman Darth Mercivader have created a weapon that fires a laser blast strong enough t o obliterate entire planets." began Gardeleia, recapping the situation.
"This weapon is in fact the Deth Staryu. It will be complete sometime tomorrow, where it will be fully operational and will destroy Malice Spitewalker's home planet…"
Darkran gazed at Malice, who merely clenched his fists in anger, but controlled himself and did not speak a word.
"Now, here is where we come in. The Emperor himself will be on the Deth Staryu tomorrow, the only opportunity we will have to kill him. If we can get on the Deth Staryu, we can blow it up, along with the Emperor and finally be free of unfair taxes and the occasional dead person!" concluded the green haired princess.
"Hold on." Darkran said skeptically. "If this thing can blow up planets, it would have to be at least the size of a large moon. How the hell are we supposed to blow up something that size!?"
Gardeleia grinned.
"A good question. You see, two days ago while the Emperor got drunk he accidentally published the design blueprints all over Twitter. Our scientists in the resistance army got word of this, and were able to discover a fundamental flaw in its design:
Its core is very unstable. With the core supply energy to the entire system, if we can blow up the core it will in turn blow up everything else!"
"Aha…" Malice said in realization. "So we need some explosives to blow up the core…"
"Yes. Unfortunately, after realizing this, the resistance army also tweeted that they discovered a flaw and planned to attack the emperor. They were all captured… save me…" Gardeleia rubbed her temples. "Which is why I need you two to help me, since the entire resistance army is out of commission."
"They tweeted that they were going to attack the Emperor…" Darkran said lowly.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time!" protested the green haired princess.
"Look, it doesn't matter right now!" Malice took charge. "The point is we need some way to blow up the core to save my planet right? So let's do it!"
"NOW ENTERING HYPER DRIVE."
A sudden roar of the engines snapped everyone's attention to the cockpit. Mewbacca looked at the button he just pressed, guiltily smiling at a very angry Darkran.
"WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU ABOUR PRESSING RANDOM BUTT-"
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHHH!
Darkran's sentence was lost in the air as the Millennium Falcon PAWNCH entered hyper speed, going faster than light itself to an unknown destination. The three voyagers yelled in fear and pain from holding onto things, while Mewbacca seemed to be enjoying himself.
The trip lasted for only a minute, but during the last few seconds a planet slowly became visible: Reallyswampybah.
Reallyswampybah was a planet that had so much swamp in it that almost no land was visible. As they looked on in fear, the Millennium Falcon PAWNCH zoomed in and crashed onto the barren planet. The great starship landed in a large pool of green swamp, and thus began sinking. All four of them ran out of the ship in fear, jumping and luckily leaping onto some solid ground as the great Millennium sank until it was halfway covered in swamp goo.
"MY SHIP!" cried Darkran weeping for his ship, now certainly a part of the swamp. He angrily yelled at Mewbacca, to which the other character also yelled.
"Why do you even have him with you!?" Malice said angrily.
"Mom said I had to baby-sit him… and believe me, what mother says goes…"
"FWAHHH…"
"YEAH YOU BETTER BE SORRY!"
"Would everyone please do me a favor of being quiet so that we can think!?" Gardeleia snapped, grabbing everyone's attention. "Crap…! We were so close! So close to finally taking down the emperor…!"
"FWAHHH…"
"Shut up that's a horrible idea!" Darkran shouted at Mewbacca.
"We should at least go look for a town or a settlement to set things straight…" Malice suggested.
"Oh yeah, great idea genius." Darkran said sarcastically. "THIS IS FRICKEN REALLYSWAMPYBAH! JUST WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK THERE'S POKEMON!?"
"He was only trying to help!" Gardeleia argued back. Darkran got up in her face.
"Well it doesn't help in case you haven't noticed!"
"Uh, guys?" Malice said.
"It's better than what you're doing! Just what exactly have you done so far to contribute to this mission!?"
"I didn't even want to go in the first place!"
"Uh, guys?"
"Whatever happened to 'I have nothing to lose'!? HM?"
"That was a figure of speech! You know for a beautiful woman you sure are annoying as-!"
"GUYS SHUT THE HELL UP AND LOOK AT WHAT I'M LOOKING AT!" Malice Spitewalker screamed as loud as he could. Though Darkran and Gardeleia both had migraines from the brown bat screaming in their ears, they looked at what Malice was pointing at.
He was pointing at a quaint little cottage with smoke pouring out of it. A house, right about twenty or so meters from where they were standing.
"…no way…" Gardeleia said in awe.
"It must be an illusion from swamp gas." Darkran concluded.
"Indeed it is not!"
All four were surprised when a fifth voice from underneath them. There stood a small Pokemon who looked like a bat with yellow eyes, pointy teeth, and green colored purplish skin. He laughed heartily and introduced himself.
"Gliyoda, me name it is. A pleasure it is, to have visitors. Welcome to my home!"
"I don't believe it… an actual resident?" Darkran gaped in disbelief.
"Yes! However something there is, you should know about me!
I am a swamp gas illusion!"
Everyone paused.
"What?"
"True, it is! The real Gliyoda inside that house he is!"
"…what!?"
Gliyoda vanished into the mist. Blinking once or twice from confusion, the three of them shrugged, and walked carefully up to the house, leaping over any swampy areas. Eventually, they reached the house- which was indeed solid- and Malice knocked on the door.
The door opened, and Gliyoda came out of the house. "Hello there! You wouldn't happen to be swamp gas illusions would you?"
"Er… no." Malice Spitewalker said.
"Good! Welcome then, to my house! Gliyoda, my name is!"
"Oh, it's so convenient that there's someone living here…!" Gardeleia sighed in relief.
"You're right… a little too convenient…" Darkran looked around suspiciously. "Almost like were in some sort of crappy-"
"Do not, to the fourth wall, break it!" Gliyoda warned. "Disastrous consequences, it could have."
Everyone paused.
"Now then, step inside and tell me why here, you are!"
MEANWHILE ON THE DETH STARYU…
Arceus: "As the heroes told their tale thus far, another mysterious event was occurring inside of the dreaded Deth Staryu…"
"You'll never get away with this!"
Angry voices screamed from inside their cells, protesting against the Emperor cruelty. All of the cells had one thing in common: each of them hosted one member of the former resistance army.
Arceus: "Yes, this is where the resistance army was being kept by the evil Solaris Lord!"
Darth Mercivader, once again dressed in her black armor, strode through the hallways watching the protesters angrily demand release and freedom.
"You will never get away with this!" a shuckle proclaimed. "Princess Gardeleia will stop you!"
"Silence!" Mercivader said, causing the shuckle to quiver. "You all will remain captured here, and the Emperor will continue to raise taxes so that he can build yet another Deth Staryu! BWAHAHAHA- *Aaggh!*" Mercivader flipped her helmet up, breathing heavily once again.
"Geeze it's hard to be evil!" she exclaimed. Turning back to the prisoners and giving herself a more frightful look, she examined the prisoners closely.
"We need one of you for an experiment… someone young, so that they won't die when painfully prodded with needles and wires… who wants to volunteer?" she added cheerfully.
Naturally, they all shut up. Mercivader narrowed her eyes. "Fine. Then we'll pick at random. How about… You!"
Darth Mercivader chose a Pokemon with white legs and a green upper half. His elbows resembled swords, a blue spike extended from his head and his wide eyes were amber in color.
"Yes… you will do perfectly…" Mercivader snapped her fingers and the cage was released.
"You'll never get me to do it! I won't go!" the Pokemon retreated into his cell even further. Darth Mercivader glared at him, but was secretly glad he was challenging her.
"Fine then… if you won't come by your own action, I will have to use my power on you…" she grinned evilly, causing the Pokemon to widen his eyes.
"No… you don't mean…"
"Yes…" Mercivader raised her hand. "The power of… the Farce!"
As soon as the words came from her mouth, Gallade began to cringe. Like a puppet, he was suddenly thrown into the air where he hit the ceiling, and then flung out of his cell, where his legs began to walk on their own, guided by Mercivader's power.
"The Farce!?" questioned one of the rebels.
"It is a mystical power that only truly strong warriors have…" said the shuckle gravely. "It allows the user to do things that they normally can't do!"
"…that's a really vague power."
"Shut up or I explode yor hed." threatened Mercivader. The rebel stopped talking. With that, Darth Mercivader led the green and white resistance member to his doom.
After walking for about five minutes, they reached a sinister looking hallway, eventually leading to a sinister looking door. The door opened with a hiss, and Mercivader shoved the Pokemon inside, where he was automatically strapped to a table. The table rotated until he was right side up, normally standing but the cuffs on his hands and legs prevented him from doing so.
"What is going on here!?" he shouted, only to have two voices chuckling in amusement. "Who are you!? What do you want from me!?"
"Hello!" said two Pokemon at the same time. One was a red and blue female who looked more like an alien that anything else, and the other was a tall purple colored cat like creature. "We are the Minors!"
"…the what?"
"The Minors! I am Mewtwo Minor and this is my wife, Deoxys Minor!"
"We are the worlds leading scientists in robotic engineering and stuff! And as you can see, we have joined the dark side and are now going to experiment on you!"
As Mewtwo Minor calibrated some adjustments to the green and white Pokemon, Deoxys turned and whispered into his ear.
"You know it's funny; we were actually going to make an android from scratch!"
"However, then we realized that would be lame so we quit in the middle of it."
"We thought of naming it Steven." sighed Deoxys. "And then he would get his own series only to be ripped off consistently in another…"
"Now we make superhuman serums!" Mewtwo Minor said excitably. The green and white creature finally realized what was going on.
"No- you're-!?"
"That's right!" smiled Deoxys Minor, without a mouth somehow. "We're going to turn
you into the galaxy's first super soldier so that you can serve the Emperor!"
"It will be awesome!"
The green and white soldier tried to escape his confines, but it was no use. A large tube enveloped him and muffled his cries. Deoxys joined her husband and together the two shouted
"Activate the Super Serum mixture!"
Pressing a button at the same time, the helpless soldier was enveloped in gas. He convulsed and his body shook all over as the transformation into a super being began to overtake him. The gas was increased, and clouded the vision of the two scientists, who were unable to see the final sequence.
"…honey, I just realized something." Mewtwo Minor said.
"Yes dear?"
"Once we create the Super soldier that the Emperor dreams of…
How will we be able to control it?"
Deoxys Minor paused.
"Uh…"
CRASH!
"Ah, so the Minors have started on the Super Soldier program like I asked?"
"Yes sir…" Mercivader bowed. "We should expect results very soon."
"Excellent. This new 'Super Solider' idea is much better than that old 'Android' one that I had…" The Solaris Lord smiled.
"By the way… exactly what do we need a Super Soldier for?"
"…Like I said. I have no idea; I'm really just doing what I feel like doing."
"SIR!" without warning, a Clown trooper burst in, red nose running and flopping shoes flopping around in panic. "So sorry to interrupt you sir but we have an EMERGENCY!"
"Oh?"
"The Super Soldier Serum… the dude went out of control! He still has his own mind! He stole a shield that can deflect bullets and laser rays and has escaped confinement!"
"What?" Mercivader said in shock. "So what is he doing right now!?"
"Defeating all of us!"
The clown dressed Pokemon slowly fell back. They fired their lasers as best they could, but not even a single one made it through the man's defenses.
"Take this fiends!"
With a twist of his elbow, the shield was launched. It flew and knocked out several enemies then returned to the blue and white Pokemon like a boomerang.
It was evident that the serum had changed the Pokemon simply by looking. Instead of being green white and light blue, he was now colored navy blue with red, with white stars in the blue. His shield flown back on his body, he resumed defeating the Clown army.
Arceus: "He had also been given super strength and speed! He would forever be known as the defender of truth and goodness! Known throughout the galaxy as…
Captain Gallamerica!"
With a mighty roar, the valiant Captain pushed through a mass of clowns, knocking them all to the floor.
"I am Captain Gallamerica! Defending of the American way!" he announced.
"What's America?" asked one of his enemies.
"Don't know. But whatever it is I AM DEFENDING IT!"
"Oh, that's no big deal." the Solaris Lord shrugged happily. "Just keep sending in the clowns. He's bound to get tired."
"Yes sir!" said the Clown officer, bowing once again before running off. Darth Mercivader looked at her boss questioningly.
"You seem confident."
"That's because I'm happy! Less than twenty four hours from now I get to blow up a planet!"
Reallyswampybah
"Blow up your planet!?"
"Yes…" Malice Spitewalker said, finishing the story that was told by three of the four of them. "And that is why we need to get a new ship to get to the Deth Staryu!"
"Hm…" Gliyoda looked grim. "Unfortunately, I have no starships. The only way that you'll get back into space is if you bring back the Millennium Falcon PAWNCH."
"The thing's halfway into the swamp!" protested Darkran. "It's impossible!"
"Not with… The Farce!" proclaimed Gliyoda. "Malice, I shall teach you how to use the Farce in order to save your planet and the PAWNCH."
"Tch. Everyone knows the Farce doesn't exist…" said Darkran. However, just then, Darkran was lifted into the sky. Screaming and yelling that he was afraid of heights, Gliyoda released him and he crashed down into the floor.
"Awesome! Teach me please!"
"Do we really have time for this!?" Gardeleia questioned. "We have less than twenty four hours before we need to stop the Solaris Lord!"
"Of course, time we have!" Gliyoda said happily, taking Malice out the door. "Rule of anime number twenty three! A person who does receive one day of training, always better is than a person with one year!"
Gardeleia paused.
Malice and Gliyoda shut the door, leaving Mewbacca, Darkran Solo and Gardeleia by themselves. Mewbacca, with a might roaring noise, left the room to go to outside to play in the swamp. Darkran and Gardeleia were alone.
"…so… is there anything we can do in the meantime?" Darkran asked.
"Well, I suppose we could get to work on explosives." Gardeleia sighed.
"Excellent!" said Darkran, rubbing his hands together. "I'm an expert at making explosives! And there's plenty of material in the swamp!"
"Good, good." Gardeleia said, looking a bit more hopeful. Darkran opened the door for her and they set out. Before they got far into the swamp, Gardeleia had to ask Darkran something that had been bothering her for some time.
"Darkran, I have a question for you."
"What?"
"…that comment you said earlier, did you mean it?"
Darkran looked at her, shaking his head. "Nah, I just say things when I'm mad."
"That isn't what I meant…" Gardeleia pursed her lips, pausing. "I meant… the part where you said I was beautiful…"
However when Gardeleia turned to face Darkran, he was not there. He had already left to get some supplies for making explosives. Gardeleia pursed her lips again, muttering to herself. "Right… right… of course not…" mumbled the princess.
"Now, even though I said such things before, time we still do not have." Gliyoda said. Looking at Malice Spitewalker again, he spoke.
"Therefore, is only one way to train you quick enough…"
"What's that master Gliyoda?" asked the tall brown bat.
"A training montage, we must do!"
*TRAINING MONTAGE LOST*
"Ready, you are now!"
"No I'm not." Malice said logically. "All you said was 'Training Montage Lost'. When do we begin the training?"
"Well, trying I was to be even quicker!" Gliyoda said, slightly annoyed. "Fine, have it your way."
OH WHEN THE TABLES HAVE TURNED AND THE CHIPS ARE ALL DOWN,
WHEN THE VILLAINS ARE HERE AND NO HEROES AROUND,
THERE'S A BEACON LIGHT THAT SHIIINING BRIGHT!
THE LAST OF THE HOPE, THERE'S NO REASON TO SHY!
BECAUSE WITH THE MONTAGE, ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS TRY!
MONTAGE!
MONTAGE!
WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER, AS STUDENT AND MENTOR!
MONTAGE!
MONTAGE!
AND WHEN THE-
Gliyoda: "The training, it is over!"
SERIOUSLY?
Gliyoda: "Yep. Malice has learned all he needs to know!"
CRAP. AND I HAD MORE LINES…
MONTAGE OVER
"Excellent! I can feel the power of the Farce within me!" Malice grinned. He was now confident that he could avenge his sister and save his planet with this newfound power of his.
While Malice Spitewalker was training, Darkran and Gardeleia had managed to gather up some explosives for the purpose of blowing up the Deth Staryu. Everything was prepared, everything that is, except for the ship…
"The fate of the universe; in your hands, it is." bowed Gliyoda. Malice bowed back. Staring intently on the partially sunken Millennium Falcon PAWNCH, he began walking towards it, Darkran and gadflies watching.
"Stand back you two- I have a ship to raise."
Close enough to the ship, he began to work the wondrous powers of the Farce. He gripped his own fist in the air, and the ship vibrated from his power. Breathing heavily, Malice upped his powers and the ship vibrated uncontrollably, staring to rise from the murky depths. Finally, as everyone watched in awe, the Millennium Falcon PAWNCH could take no more and exploded into a million pieces.
Gardeleia: (0_0)
Darkran: ( /_0)
Mewbacca: (^0^)
"WHAT THE HELL MALICE?! YOU BLEW UP MY SHIP!" Darkran blared angrily. Malice did not know what to say- he never expected this to happen.
"It was an accident! I swear! I'll fix it!"
"There's no way you can fix it!" Darkran banged his head against a tree.
However, Darkran had spoken too soon. Because Malice tried the Farce again, and this time he reformed the millions of pieces back into one ship. Gardeleia gasped, as she realized what had happened.
"Incredible! Anything deemed to be impossible automatically becomes possible!"
"What kind of reverse psychology is this…?" grumbled Darkran. Nonetheless, the four heroes got on to the ship and blasted off as Gliyoda waved them adieu.
Arceus: "And so, our heroes took off at Ludicrous speed, being that light speed was too slow. In no time at all, they had arrived at the place where the great battle for independence would begin…"
"There it is…" Gardeleia narrowed her eyes. She and Malice walked to the cockpit with Darkran, gazing upon the most fearsome weapon in the galaxy:
It was a large grey star shaped battleship- except that it was also the size of planet. There was a single circle in its center where the laser beam was supposed to fire out. It was in the shape of a normally benevolent Pokemon, but the terrible minds of the Solaris Lord had twisted it into the monstrosity that lay before them.
"The Deth Staryu." concluded Gardeleia. "Today, we are going to take it down. We shall save Malice's planet, and in the process forever end the tyranny of the Solaris Lord!"
"Into the Deth Staryu…" grinned Darkran, flipping some switches and steering the Millennium Falcon PAWNCH into the weapon of mass destruction. As soon as they landed, they were spotted by a Clown Trooper, who questioned why there was a ship here that did not belong.
"Hey you there!" said the clown. "You can't park here! This is a no parking zone!"
"Blightsaber!" replied Malice Spitewalker, jumping down and slicing the robot clown in half. The pieces fell to the floor and he was joined by Gardeleia, Darkran and Mewbacca.
"We'd best be on guard." Gardeleia warned, cocking her laser gun. "The clown troopers are everywhere…"
They ran into the hallway, guided by Gardeleia's direction. Hallway upon hallway the descended deeper and deeper into the depths of the Deth Staryu. As they nearly reached the center of the vessel, it dawned onto them that they had not seen any Clown Troopers thus far, with the exception of the one.
"…why do you suppose that is?" questioned Gardeleia. Malice opened the door to the next hallway, and the answer lay before them.
They had reached a vastly large room filled to the brim with Clown Trooper from every single angle. However the surprising part was not that they were completely surrounded, rather that every single one of them were defeated.
"FWAAARRGGHH?" Mewbacca said curiously, poking at one.
"I agree with him…" Darkran said suspiciously. "Who in the galaxy could have done this?"
"That would be me!"
The red white and blue hero finished off the last Clown Trooper before doing an impressive backflip over about twenty meters, landing right in front of the princess, bowing in respect.
"One of our resistance soldiers!?" Gardeleia asked.
"Indeed! I was altered by the Empire to become a Super Soldier, but I still have my mind. My new name is… Captain Gallamerica!"
"Ooh…" Malice clapped.
"It suits you." Gardeleia giggled as Gallamerica lightly kissed her hand. Darkran was less than impressed by this show. With a gruff order, he told everyone that they should keep heading to the center.
"We're going to blow this place up and save my planet." Malice filled him in on the details. Saluting, Captain Gallamerica vowed that he would help them in any way.
"You can start by getting us a ship." Darkran grumbled. "We'll need an escape route once this thing blows."
"Never mind Darkran, I think your skills are more suited for the frontline." Gardeleia smiled.
"As you wish, princess!" Gallamerica bowed once more. The four, now with the illustrious Captain Gallamerica at their side, began walking towards the end of the hallway, where the center surely lay. Gardeleia and Gallamerica conversed with each other, reminiscing about their days in the resistance.
Darkran talked with Malice, put off by the fact that the princess was ignoring him.
"You jealous or something?" Malice guessed.
"No. I just don't see what she sees in him." Darkran expressed, emphasizing that he was in fact not at all in the slightest jealous of the attention Gallamerica was receiving from the princess.
"Well he IS a super solider. Next to the Farce, that's the second best thing in the galaxy!"
"Urg… just shut up… we're here…" Darkran said. With a kick, he busted the controls of the door, causing it to open. Malice, Darkran, Gardeleia and the Captain ran inside the final hallway to reach the last stand of the Empire.
And as appropriate, the final villain was here as well.
"Darth Mercivader…" Gardeleia narrowed her eyes. Before them lay a black armored Pokemon exhibiting more power than they had dared imagine. She gazed at them coldly, yet with interest.
"The super soldier serum works well… to defeat all of the Clown army." said the villain from within her mask. "Once we perfect it, the Empire will have an unstoppable army at our disposal…"
"Oh no it won't!" challenged Malice, stepping forth. "Because your reign ends today! We will have no more taxes, and no more random killings sometimes!"
"Hah! You mean to challenge me!?" laughed the black clad Farce user. She drew a red Blightsaber, and Malice at the same time drew his own Green one."
"I'll handle her… you guys blow up this thing!" Malice charged at the villain, she blocking it with her own weapon. Nodding once, the three raced to the final chamber, where the core of the Deth Staryu lay.
Mercivader swept him aside with the repulsive power of the Farce. Malice tumbled backwards, but used his own Farce to smack her into a wall. Getting back up, she mused at her opponent.
"So you can use the Farce as well…"
"Yes!" Malice charged at her again, but was once again blocked and sent back. "Why did you let them go so easily?"
"Hm?"
"My friends… you never even attempted to stop them." Malice grew suspicious. "Why?"
"Hah, a smart one." Mercivader chuckled. "Not smart enough though unfortunately. The reason I let your friends go is because there is someone even more fearsome than I lurking in the core…
The Solaris Lord."
Arceus: "The three valiant heroes raced and finally made it to their final destination: the center of the Deth Staryu. However, as Darth Mercivader had foretold, the Solaris Lord was also there, eagerly awaiting them…"
The Solaris Lord clapped their arrival, taking off his black hood to let his golden eyes gaze upon them more clearly.
"The Solaris Lord…" Gardeleia began to sweat. "Darth Absidious…"
"I'm surprised you know my real name." said the villain, floating down to their level, all the while sizing them down. Darkran cursed their luck- the glowing orange core of the Deth Staryu lay just beyond Darth Absidious. They were so close…
But here was an opponent that even the dreaded Mercivader could not defeat.
"I applaud your efforts for this entertainment… but unfortunately for you, it ends here." Absidious revealed his full power, using the Farce to make lighting crackle around him.
"Not good…" Gardeleia said. However, Gallamerica remained undaunted.
"Cheap parlor tricks! Leave him to me, princess!"
"Ah yes, the super soldier…" smiled the evil Lord. "Let us test the power of your invincibility against the greatest Farce user in the galaxy…!"
"The Solaris Lord!?" shouted Malice. "No! I have to save my friends!"
"Fat chance!" Mercivader pushed him aside, forcing him to engage in battle with her once more. "Your life ends here, Malice Spitewalker!"
Malice blocked the blow and tried to slash left with his green Blightsaber. Mercivader ducked and then leapt aside, Blightsaber ready in hand.
"I cannot fail!" Malice said, trying to push her with his mind. "You bastards already took away my sister… I won't let you have my planet too!" he cursed at her.
"Fool." Mercivader overpowered his Farce push with her own, sending the brown bat to his knees. "They never told you what happened to you sister, did they?"
"They told me you guys killed her." Malice said darkly.
"Wrong! Malice- I AM YOR SISTER!" Mercivader took off the mask, revealing the face of a feminine white bat.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Malice screamed in agony.
"Look into your heart! You know it to be true!" Mercivader snapped. "On a side note… I told those freaking villagers to tell my twin that I had joined the dark side…! Those idiots…!"
"That isn't why I screamed!" shouted Malice sadly. "I senses with the Farce that someone De-friended me on face book!"
Mercivader smacked herself.
"But sis, why in the galaxy did you join the dark side!?" he asked.
"I had to get a job."
"…What!?"
"Our parents were killed by the Empire and we had no money!" Mercifond said angrily. "Just who was it did you think sent you all that cash over the years!?"
"…That was you!?" Malice realized. He shook his head. "Sis listen to me! You don't need to do this!"
"I have to!" said Mercivader dramatically. "Look, it isn't like I want to join Darth Absidious… I mean, he's freaking annoying! But alas, I have no choice…" Mercivader lowered her Blightsaber in sadness. "After all, in this economy I'm lucky to even get a job…"
"Sis." Malice placed a hand on her shoulder for the first time. "I understand now. You did what you did in order to protect me from being impoverished. But is doesn't matter! And do you know why!?"
"B-Because the bonds of siblings should never be shattered as they are now!?" Mercivader said, tears in her eyes.
"BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MUCH MONEY YOU SENT ME I WAS IMPOVERSHED ANYWAY DUE TO THE HIGH TAXES I HAD TO PAY!"
Mercivader paused.
"THAT JERKFACE!"
"EXACTLY!"
"Come brother, I think it's time I quit my job…!"
"That's the sister I know and love!" He hugged her quickly before the two of them, fully determined to stop the Solaris Lord, walked down the hallway and ripped open the door using sheer Farce.
Arceus: "We now have to skip the battle because it unfortunately makes it so that we exceed dA's story limit!"
Darkrai: "Seriously...?"
"Help us out here!" Darkran grumbled. The two siblings went over, to where Darkran had set up an explosive. On the ground. "Use your Farce powers to throw this bomb into the core! With that, the Empire will fall here and now!"
"Okay!" Malice and Mercivader clasped hands and levitated the sphere.
"Wait not yet!" Darkran yelled, as the sphere was flung into the orange core. "NO! WE STILL NEED TO FIND AN ESCAPE ROUTE!"
BOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHH!
With the unstable core collapsing, the Deth Staryu began to shake violently as the effects of blowing up the core rippled throughout the planet sized vessel. Malice and Mercivader became wide eyed as debris blocked their path and started to close in on them.
"Great." Darkran gazed angrily at the two Farce users.
"There's too much debris! I can't lift them all out of the way!" Gallamerica regretted to say.
"We're dead… aren't we?" Malice slowly realized. He felt his sister grab his hand.
"At least we saved the galaxy, right?"
"Well, since there's no possible way we can get out…" Darkran said, looking at Gardeleia. "I suppose if I do this, you can't really complain, right?"
Gardeleia was confused. "Do wh-?"
Without warning, Darkran solo rushed over to the princess, caused her to fall backwards into his arms, and kissed her as passionately and as lovingly as he could. Gardeleia's eyes were wide open, too taken from surprise to do anything about it.
"And now, I can die in peace…" Darkran closed his eyes, holding her tightly.
Suddenly, another explosion rocked the area, tearing a large hole in the ship. As everyone gaped in pure shock and admiration, The Millennium Falcon PAWNCH burst through the hole- with Mewbacca as the pilot.
"I don't… believe it…!" Gallamerica said happily. "Mewbacca!"
"FWAAAAAAHHH!" he shouted excitably.
The Deth Staryu exploded without a sound in the void of space. By then however, the group was already out of harms way.
"…Mewbacca, you did good." Darkran finally admitted, seeing as how his younger brother had saved them all from a terrible death.
"FWAHHHH!" Mewbacca blushed. With that, Malice and Mercivader sat down comfortably, their adventure over. Gallamerica stood in attention, waiting for orders from the princess. Darkran took over the controls, and asked where they should go next.
"Hold it." Gardeleia stood next to the white haired pilot, eyes narrowed. "Aren't you forgetting that you kissed me back there!?"
Darkran began to sweat. "L-Look your highness it was only because I thought we would die! I-I mean yeah we could never be together in real life so I figure right before I died…"
"Just take us to Fluffycloud city." Gardeleia muttered.
"…Yeah…" said Darkran, letting out a sigh of sadness.
"Oh, and one more thing." Gardeleia quickly kissed him back. "There. Now we're even."
Malice and Mercivader smiled at the two, and then at each other. They gave each other one last hug before Darkran shouted "Where no man has gone before!"
THE END
"And to make a long epilogue short…" Arceus smiled proudly. "With the Empire soundly defeated, the citizens of the galaxy formed a new type of government! And Gardeleia was their first president!"
Everyone was bored to tears from the story, all except for Kairi who shouted
"But that had nothing to do with the American Revolution!"
"What's America?" questioned God. "Anyway, that is the whole story of why we celebrate Independence Day! And we launched fireworks because it reminds us of how the Deth Staryu blew up!"
"Bored… to… tears…" Malispite whimpered on the ground.
"I… agree…" Darkrai moaned.
"I actually thought it was interesting, if not poorly written." Absolix put a hand to his chin.
"ARE YOU STILL HERE?!" Darkrai blared angrily. At that moment, Absolix was gone.
"Darkrai, who are you talking to?" asked Cresselia suspiciously.
"…Asmodeus." Darkrai grumbled, seeing as how no one would believe their greatest enemy had someone infiltrated the Hall of Origin only to hear a story.
"I liked that Gallamerica character!" Gallade announced. "He was quite chivalrous! However it irks me to no end that the scumbag Darkran managed to kiss the princess…"
"Right…" Darkrai sweat dropped.
"Oh, would you look at the time!" Arceus realized. "It's ten o cloak already!"
"YOU MEAN THAT STORY LASTED TEN HOURS!?"
"I had better go prepare for the fireworks! See you!" with that, God teleported out of the room, leaving everyone to one again glare at Deoxys, who at this point was so bored from the story she collapsed in Mewtwo's arms.
"…I'll carry her up." Mewtwo volunteered, carrying her princess style while levitating himself up the stairs. The rest of them, seeing as how the story was over, followed the class Four up to the ninety ninth floor.
The fireworks show was amazing. Arceus' colorful Judgment attacks were indeed seen from every corner of the planet. The group watched with eager eyes at the impossible colors and shapes that were made out from her power.
"Wow…" Ruby said.
"Amazing…" Kairi added, being that this was one of the first firework shows they had ever seen.
"Yeah, our mom can be pretty cool sometimes…" Darkrai admitted, watching the spectacle beforehand.
"This is nice." Malispite agreed. Mercifond lay next to him smiling at the sight of the bright lights in the air. Suddenly, she frowned. Malispite noticed this an inquired her about it.
"I… my chosen one necklace…" she said, noticing it glowing slightly. "I… I think we've accidentally offended someone from another world…"
MEANWHILE IN ANOTHER DIMENSION
"Egad!"
"What is it dear?" asked Mrs. Minor to her husband.
"Honey, I have sensed a disturbance in the Farce! Someone has unlawfully stolen our idea!"
"No… you mean the idea we had about the Super soldier Serum?"
"The very same." Mr. Minor said gravely. He looked at the incomplete serum, and drained it down the toilet. Seeing as how they would be accused of plagiarism if they succeeded in making one, the one they had now was useless.
"Well drat… what do we do now?" questioned the wife, looking over at old robot parts. "…wait… how about we build an android!?"
"And excellent idea!" Mr. Minor said happily. "We'll give it artificial intelligence, the ability to move as freely as a human…"