Bomberman: The Final Strike

Written by AxisLyonheart516

Note: This story is based upon the events of Bomberman 64, Bomberman 64 The Second Attack, Bomberman Hero, Bomberman Generation, and the team from the Bomberman Jetters Anime. I've written the characters based on how I imagine them to act, and they are based upon their game appearances; the chibi-style we've all come to know and love… But you could always imagine them in any way you want. Please note that Bomberman will be referred to as both Shirobon and White Bomber every now and then, to make interaction with other characters easier. Also, Bomberman isn't the ten-year old of the anime; he's a fully trained and professional "Bomberman," and somewhere in the teen/young adult age.

Legal Stuff: Obviously, I don't own Bomberman (although I wouldn't complain if I did), and the characters featured in this story are owned by their respectable creators, most notably Hudson Soft.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Prologue

"Are all the necessary preparations set?" Regulus sneered, very eager to begin the mission.

The soldier saluted to him, his black armor glimmering from the reflections of the floor beneath them. "Yes, but we'll need just a few more hours to get the Phantom up and running."

"I see…" Regulus turned, staring out into the dark reaches of space. "Very well, then. Dismissed."

The soldier bowed, and ran off to assist his fellow comrades. Regulus sighed, still looking out at the quiet front of the outside. Finally, he was in command, the leader; no Altair or Rukifellth to "control" him. Sure, he never really followed Sthertoth's orders, but the very thought of that demon believing so just made him sick; their many obvious mistakes, their cockiness blinding them from the truth that they weren't invincible. It disgusted him. How could such powerful leaders be so oblivious to fact? But their time was up; yes, it was his turn to lead the attack, and there would be no mistakes.

"I will not be sidetracked so easily…" Regulus chuckled, the thought of both Altair and Rukifellth thinking they had what it took to conquer the galaxy made him laugh.

But he didn't want ton conquer the galaxy, no; what he wanted was far more important to him…

"Bomberman…" Regulus muttered.

A real match against this valiant warrior, to finally see who was truly the stronger soldier. Neither of them had truly fought against one another; something usually interfered between them, whether it had been following orders, of someone just getting in the way. And those damn HigeHige Dan aren't making things easier… The HigeHige Dan… pathetic. Making the same mistakes as Altair's Armada and the BHB Army… but that soldier, Max, was a different story… who was this soldier? And what relation did he have with Bomberman? They had engaged in battle numerous times, and yet, accompanied each other on some missions… why? … But it didn't matter now; his upcoming battle with Bomberman was all he needed to focus on right now. This would be settled once and –

"Sir!" a soldier called, saluting him from behind. "The Phantom… it's ready."

Regulus looked over his shoulder, back at the soldier. "Why so soon? I was just told it would take some time."

"Well…" the soldier stuttered. "We found an unlimited source of energy… the Stone of Terminus."

"WHAT!" Regulus grabbed the soldier by his neck. "Where did you get it!"

The soldier struggled to spit out an answer, but Regulus' grip was too strong; He released the young man, letting him catch his breath.

"A man in green and bronze appeared out of nowhere carrying the stone. I guess he recognized our warship from somewhere. He said he knew you from before and that his name was—"

"Orion." the man stepped into view. "Second of the Masked Trio."

Regulus dismissed the soldier; indeed it was Orion.

"Long time no see." Regulus said, folding his arms. "How did you manage to survive your fall at Red Mountain?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Orion replied, his armor glowing brightly. "Let's not waste any time. I want in."

"And why should I trust you?"

"C'mon… I just handed over the Terminus Stone."

"… And how did you get a hold of that?"

"All in good time, my friend."

Regulus stood there, staring fiercely at Orion, remembering their past partnership.

"Fine, but if you try anything funny," a blade shot out from his arm-piece, and underneath Orion's throat. "I'll kill you myself."

"Touchy, aren't we?" Orion said, stumbling back. "We've worked together before. Did I try to screw you over then?"

Regulus sighed, remembering how good Orion was at debate; he withdrew the blade back into his armor. "What became of Artemis?"

Orion shrugged. "Who knows? I merely assumed she had drowned after her fight with Bomberman…"

"Poor woman…" Regulus shook his head. "Too much time on makeup, and not enough on training."

Orion laughed, "Still the high-strung warrior from way-back-when, huh? You haven't changed much."

"I suppose."

"… And who was this Zoniha?"

Regulus froze for a moment. "Just a woman I worked with on my last mission…"

"An Elemental Knight is just a woman to you?" Orion chuckled, knowing how self-centered his friend could be at times. "She seemed like she'd do anything for you, Bulzeeb."

"When did you meet her?" Regulus turned, again facing the outside. "…And please, refrain from calling me that in the future… it was just a name I used undercover…"

"Whatever you say, Bulzeeb." Orion replied, stepping next to Regulus. "She had told me that you were the only man she'd ever respected. And this was from an Elemental Knight, mind you." Orion nudged Regulus' shoulder in a playful manner. "She's cute. I think you should hit it."

"Give it a rest," Regulus replied, shaking off Orion's touch. "Our relationship was strictly duty."

"Riiiiight…" Orion smiled, looking out into the depth of space.

"Sir!" another soldier appeared, behind the two.

"What is it?" Regulus peered over his shoulder.

"We can begin the operation at any time now. We're just waiting on your word."

"Excellent." Regulus said. "Set our targeting systems on Blue Resort of Planet Bomber. We strike immediately."

"Yes, sir!" the soldier saluted the two, and then he was off.

"Blue Resort?" Orion said. "I thought that was Artemis' sector on Altair's warship?"

"It was," Regulus replied. "But the residents of Planet Bomber claimed it theirs after Bomberman had defeated Sirius. And apparently the ruins of Green Resort fell somewhere deep within a jungle…"

"That Bomberman's just kicking ass and taking names then, huh?"

"It appears that way…" Regulus folded his arms. "Altair, Mihaele and Sthertoth, Bagular, the Bad Bombers, The HigeHige Dan… he appears to be near-undefeatable."

"But what makes him so strong?"

"I have no idea, but soon, I'll finally have the chance to fight him. A true battle."

"And where do I come in?" Orion asked, eager to begin the operation. "I don't want to get in the way of your battle with Bomberman…"

Regulus pondered for a moment. "You'll be in command of Division S of the Zarotan Army: the highest-ranked soldiers. You will also be my coordinator from the surface of Planet Bomber, keeping me up-to-date on your status."

Orion nodded, trying not to show any sign of gratitude. "Understood."

"You know I'm only letting you do this because of the Stone, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Then why do you persist?"

"I can't let you lead a takeover without adult-supervision, now can I?" he wrapped his arm around Regulus' shoulder in a friendly manner. "We're "brothers," after all."

Regulus almost replied, but decided he shouldn't; it was nice to be back with his "brother," although it was a shame their "sister" wasn't with them. They continued to watch the outside until a beautiful, ocean-blue planet covered with lush green valleys appeared into view; it was indeed, Planet Bomber. Regulus then started for the control room; Orion soon followed.

"Look out, Bomberman," Regulus said. "Here I come."