Orrean Chronicles
A SRMTHFG Fanfiction
Well, time for another epic fanfic.
The return of the Missing, two other old friends, and a planet greet the Hyperforce in this journey. An evil threats the very center of the universe, the planet holding it all together. And the planets near it are in grave danger. If one goes out, they all go out. The Hyperforce shall have their hands full on this mission. And they cannot refuse. But is betrayal around the corner?
Epilogue: Shattered Remains
Long ago, she had met the Hyperforce. She was a loner, living alone on her planet.
But she was used to being alone.
She turned to face the four tubes that were built up in the grand centre of her palace-like home. Four figures, small and short, hovered in the glass tubes, motionless, and de-powered. They had been that way for a long time as well.
But now the universe needed them once more. Needed their power, skill, and might. Since her best friend was not them, she needed other power that matched her friend's.
She stepped up to the tubes, revealing herself to be a medium-sized green dragon, with multi-colored eyes and horns. Her eyes, horns, and spine crest pulsed with the colors of the rainbow, and created a light show in the semi-darkness of twilight that seeped through the windows. But it would never become night. Never on this planet was there ever night. Never.
She pressed a button, and the tubes began to open. She looked to the ground. "C'mon guys. It's time to wake up…"
The figures stepped from their tubes, looking up at the dragon. They were robotic simians, one black with orange eyes, one white with red eyes, one blue with yellow eyes, and one orange with green eyes. Two male, two female.
The black one looked up with orange eyes full of curiosity. "Emarelda? What's going on?"
The dragon's form seemingly melted into that of a green robot monkey, with multi-colored eyes. "Time to pay some old friends a visit."
"But it's been so long," the orange one said.
"How do we know if they're even alive?" the white one asked.
"Maria," Emarelda said, addressing the white one. "It's only been five years."
"But, still," the blue one said. "So much could have happened in that time span."
"I've been watching them all this time, Jupiter," Emarelda said slowly, gazing at the blue one. "They're alive. And they're waiting."
"All this time," the black one said, beginning to cry.
The orange one hugged her. "Don't worry, Silhouette," he said. "It's okay. I'm sure they miss us, too."
"They barely knew us for a year, Quint," Silhouette snapped back. "We were just friends, and then we vanished. Without a trace. Poof! Like that."
"Stop this." The green monkey took on a dragon form again. "This is serious." She glanced at each of them saying their names in turn. "Silhouette, Quint, Jupiter, and Maria. They'll need your help for this. Would you deny them the universe?"
"After it's over, how can we not be sure you'll lock us away like last time?" Silhouette asked, glaring.
"I won't. The Hyperforce cries for the return of their friends. I'm not that heartless."
Silhouette looked to the ground, silent.
"We should try," Maria said. "Emma said they needed us. And, to tell the truth, we need them."
"What if they really did forget us?" Silhouette said.
Emarelda eyed her. "Do you think they would forget someone like you?"
The black monkey blushed. "Okay," she said. "I'll go."
She slowly crouched down, and her metal parts began to expand, creaking as they changed shape, transforming her from monkey to dragon. "Let's go."
So, with the other three riding on the green dragon's back, they flew off into the pinkish-red sky, leaving the planet behind as the piano in the palace began, of its own accord, to play a tune, the notes fading away with their forms into the sky.
"Gibson, stop," Chiro told the blue monkey. "The Skeleton King's gone. There's no need for you to continue scanning Shuggazoom."
"Better safe than sorry, Chiro," the deep voice of Antauri said.
"I should be getting rest," Gibson said, shutting off the computer and yawning.
Sparx lounged lazily in his chair, idly dangling a small pendant from a chain in his hand. Otto came up to him. "What's that, Sparx?"
"Oh…" the red monkey said quietly. "It was a…gift…"
Otto blinked, and the realization dawned upon him. "Oh, yeah… It's that day again." His cheery expression dropped.
"On this day, five years ago, they all vanished," Sparx announced, the proclamation rote in his memory for the past five years. "I never even got to say goodbye to her. They say only time can mend a broken heart, but now I know nothing can."
"Sparx…" Gibson said. He should have been rolling his eyes, but he knew how upset the red monkey was. "It's been five years. You need to move on."
Sparx just rubbed his thumb over the pendant he held. "I just wish they would come back."
Suddenly, the computer screen flickered on, showing what looked to be a meteor falling through the sky, burning up in the atmosphere. They all crowded around the screen.
"It's just a meteor," Gibson said, moving to turn the screen off.
"Gibson! Wait!" Otto said, grabbing his hand.
They all watched, unknowingly waiting for the explosion of the impact. But just as the streak of light reached the ground, the light faded away, and there was no explosion.
"Good God…" Gibson muttered.
"What the hell?" Nova asked.
Another meteor zipped through the atmosphere, this one smaller, but it did that same as the last one—it did not hit the planet.
They all stared at the screen. Antauri's voice finally spoke. "Those were not meteors. And those were not natural occurrences."
They zoomed the camera in, but there was no impact crater anywhere, just sand and dirt blown out of the way from the area where the two objects headed to.
"Hyperforce, GO!" Chiro cried.
If you're confused, that's good. To tell the truth, only one person should understand the background story to this. But explanations should come later for those who are not that one person.
My four OCs, Silhouette, Quint, Maria and Jupiter have returned, alone with my old dragon character from my first story. This will have three pairings, all with my OCs, and, of course, only one person should know them without me telling.
Enjoy!
