"Zemerik," a young, blue Sentient woman asked, looking at the taller robotic being, who looked down at her in disregard. "I noticed that you're no longer wearing my brother's colors…you rebelled didn't you?"

"Took you this long to realize it; what of it?" he asked, frowning at her. Really was it, what, several months since the start of this 'Battle Force 5' thing she set up, and he changed colors a few months before THAT. It took her this long to realize it? And how the heck was she able to withstand the Battle Zone-oh right the new shield he installed. He did wanted to see how long she could last, and maybe it could be useful if Krytus ever came back...which he highly doubted.

"My memory is faulty from constantly going into the Battle Zones at the time, and we never had the time to talk about it until you kidnapped me…you also didn't seem like the type to rebel from what I can remember…so why did you?"

"Why do you always hope for the best out of everyone?" he asked back, obviously dodging the question.

Sage frowned as she looked up at him in annoyance, soon stating, "Because not everyone is evil. They're just…misguided."

"Misguided…so you're saying that the Sarks and the Vandals are 'misguided', that your brother is 'misguided' and that your organic friends are not 'misguided'? Hm? What compels you and your friends to fight? For freedom? To rebuild your civilization that your brother destroyed, leaving you possibly the only person to live?" Zemerik asked, stomping over to her, Sage stumbling back away from him. "I know as well as you do that he would do anything to make sure that you're the last person left alive, just to watch you suffer the death of your family, friends, everyone you hold near and dear to you."

"And yet, you had once followed his orders…and now you no longer take them…now tell me, why did you rebel?" Sage asked, standing as confident as she could and looking him in his red, glaring eyes.

Zemerik blinked in confusion, "Well, uh…" he stuttered before clearing his voice. "It's very obvious: I wanted freedom and rule my own army that's why!"

"Is that really the best you could come up with?" Sage asked raising an eyebrow.

"Why should you care?"

"I'm wondering about your colors…everything…is blue except for your eyes…are you…joining our side after all?" she asked, Zemerik detecting some hope in her voice. He paused for a second before shaking his head.

"Just because I may be blue doesn't mean that I'll be joining you and the organics. The moment that happens is when your brother-" he scoffed before hearing engines off in the distance, along with some battle clashes. "Looks like we may have to continue this some other time…oh and Sage?" he asked, looking over at her as she cringed in pain and started to revert to her cube form. Looks like the shield could only last a few minutes…not much. "Try not to die when we next meet, hm?" Zemerik added as he strolled over and gently picked it up and had his vehicle take it from his hands and place it at the front.

Zemerik shook his head from that memory as he accelerated on his vehicle, his loyal minion, Zug, driving behind or alongside him. To think it just occurred a few weeks ago, back when Krytus was the least of his problems. "Well this is just, what was that human phrase? 'Fan-freaking-tastic?' Krytus is alive still, we're on the run, and everyone else is out to get us…" he thought as he started to process an escape route. Of course with each route that was created, his ex-minions continued to attack him; that also meant that only one of them would live…if they were lucky enough. Zemerik shook his head in annoyance, opening the com link with Zug. "Zug, there's a high probability that one of us won't make it; that being the case, if you live, head for the organics homeworld if you can, and-"

"Help organics against Krytus?" Zug finished, pulling up to the side.

"Unfortunately, yes," he sighed.

"But…why not Lord Zemerik?"

"Because, Zug, I'm a bigger threat to Krytus and the organics, both of whom would rather kill me if I attempt to ask for help…they're already used to your help so you know how they do things," he added, soon dodging another attack from the ex-minions, who now donned the red alliance color. He roared in anger, hanging up the com link as he pressed a few buttons to make those nuisances disappear.

Zug tilted his head at his radar that showed some more dots, but couldn't see them physically. A few LONG seconds later, what would be called his mind finally processed the idea and opened the com link. "Lord Zemerik, be-!" Zug started to yell, before a Sark, which emerged from BELOW Zemerik's car, connected with said person's-er robot's(?) vehicle and making it go boom! Yes, because this author couldn't think of another way of describing the fiery inferno that would the result of a Sark that was explosive colliding with a robot's car…because that's what totally happened! Zug stared at the fiery mess before going, "…oops."

A/N: Will Zemerik make it? Has the author finally hit the deep end? What will Zug do? Let's find out in the next chapter of…whatever this thing will be named!

Zemerik: …this plot makes no sense to the timeline!

Me: Oh so just because I don't know what happens between the episodes makes it that I can't make some awesome story!

Zemerik: I never said that-

Me: You might has well have!