Olimar's ship took off into the sky, treasures and all. All the Pikmin gathered around to observe the marvelous sight, Olimar being a very important part of their lives by now. The ship flew into the sky, gaining speed, and soon, no Pikmin could see it in the distance. There was a brief moment of silence, and the Pikmin disbanded. Olimar had left.
Meanwhile, a meeting was being held underground by monstrous creatures, each as deadly as the next. They were not known to the Pikmin, and they themselves barely knew the Pikmin. Some had heard how the Pikmin, those miniature and stupid creatures, had killed the Titan Dweevil, who had joined their ranks. Needless to say, they were furious. But the real leaders of the monsters knew that while the Pikmin had a leader, they would win. And as the ship took off, a raid was prepared…
"Come on! Even a Shearwig could see that this is the best time to attack!" Ichabod shouted. Ichabod was a wizened old Titan Dweevil, and had lost most of his luster, though he retained his fighting spirit. He was a master strategist, and was trying to organize an effort.
"Aw, shut it, geezer," Ebon shouted back. Ebon was of a new breed, who called themselves the DomiBreed, short for the Dominatus Breed. No one had seen them before, and though they recoiled at sunlight, they were quite formidable.
At the insult, Ichabod seemed to puff up, and looked twice his size. "OLD GEEZER?" he yelled. "Why, I oughta skin you and-"
Ichabod was cut off as another monster waved a claw for silence. Ichabod looked down at his front feet, abashed, as the newcomer said, "Both of you, shut up. We can't afford to have any quarrels right now, dammit! Ichabod is right. We must attack! They have massacred the surface monsters; now it's their turn. I shall lead any volunteers into battle tomorrow, and those who stay behind-" at this, he looked pointedly at Ebon, who shrunk back, "-will have to attend to the elders."
Ebon let out a small snicker, but was abruptly silenced as another claw was waved menacingly. Ichabod nodded, satisfied with the plan. The leader murmured, "Tomorrow…will be doomsday…"