Voyagers Saga:

New Threats

Chapter 1: Back Together

Matt sat looking at the readout, only half-listening as WARDEN reported on supplies and new personnel arriving. Chloe was gone again, not due to the empire this time but due to Commander Neilsson. The jerk had in a petty vengeance, had arranged to have her sent to the front lines. That, combined with the recent loss of Morph meant that the ship was a very gloomy place. The other experiments weren't even around to liven things up with their specific brand of harmless chaos, having gone back to Kauai to get over the loss. Even Chupy could sense the sadness in the air and was not his usual bloodsucking self. He'd only attacked one of the new personnel, an all-time low according to the ship's doctor.

"I'd never thought I'd miss that annoying blob's antics," muttered Matt to himself, "sure he was a fifth wheel most of the time, but he at least lightened things up around here."

WARDEN, who usually had all the tact of a direct comet collision, said, "I can oversee the final transfers myself, you have been up 36 hours."

Matt shook his head. "No. Neilsson said we'd be getting orders as soon as we were loaded up," he said. The comm beeped for a second and WARDEN froze as he responded.

When he animated again he was smirking. "Sir, there has been a last minute addition on Commander Cole's orders. You may want to meet this final Pelican personally."

Matt sighed. "Great. Now Cole's rubbing it in, it'll probably be some gung ho 'shoot anything not human' gun nut." WARDEN carefully avoided saying that Matt was probably the biggest gun nut around as Matt walked out, heading for the docking bay and muttering about Cole's stupid sense of humor.

As Matt got onto the docking bay, he noticed a larger amount of activity than usual. It wasn't 'abandon ship' active, but more like 'busy subway station' active. Most of the new troopers milling around were walking by, holding kit bags and listening to holographic sub routines of WARDEN before heading to various quarters. He finally spotted the last Pelican landing on one of the landing pads and strode over just as a person in full combat gear including helmet climbed out and started to take the helmet off. "Ok, welcome to the Bladestorm, Miss......" he said, his voice trailing off as the helmet came off to reveal... "...Chloe?" he said.

Chloe grinned and said, "What? You're not too old to go cruising without your little sister, are you?"

"I...I thought you were half way to G-752," stuttered Matt as Chloe smirked.

"I half expected to be. All of a sudden Neilsson call me up to his office and gave me orders to report here. Someone must have pulled strings. He looked like he'd been forced to eat salt-covered lemons," she said, adding, "You'd have loved the face he made. I thought he was about to explode from anger."

Matt let out a laugh, which instantly let up a lot of pressure he's been feeling. "What do you know," he said, "Laughter really is the best medicine."

Chloe pulled out a datadisk. "I don't think you'll be happy with the orders," she said, causing Matt to frown.

--

The whole gang, Matt, Chloe, Techo, Talia and Wilson were sitting in the ships briefing room while WARDEN displayed their orders. "...as you can see, the NSC garrison in France found the lycan virus pod we lost several weeks ago..." the AI said, showing the helmet footage of the NSC squad that had come across the werewolf while on patrol. Matt was personally glad he hadn't eaten yet and was shocked that the squad had actually killed the creature. WARDEN carried on, "...Unfortunately the colonel in charge has reason to believe that Patient Zero has already infected several locals, boosted by the fact that an empire ship deposited a small team in the city a few days ago."

Wilson spoke "So how come Paris isn't heated glass from T-3 attacks?"

WARDEN said, "It seems this new commander thinks with his brain rather then his blasters," adding privately, "Unlike you lot..."

Matt cleared his throat loudly and said, "Even if this lycan virus has spread, how will we be able to recognize its victims? I seem to recall that werewolves are only beasts half the time."

"This particular virus has a partial deficiency in producing the hormone that causes heightened aggression. But as for spotting them, command thinks that this new commander already knows where they are. We follow him and, as you mercenaries say, crash his party."

"Ok then," said Talia, "We should probably bring the experiments along. As far as we know, lycanthropy doesn't take root in them. Anyways, this new commander might be made out of tougher stuff."

WARDEN had the decency to not look smug, but the tone of his voice next was practically oozing with smugness. "My scanners have confirmed that experiments 628 and 629 are already in Paris," he said. Matt glared at the AI. "Have you been listening in on personal communications?" WARDEN suddenly got a hunted look and said feebly, "...No?"

"What would those guys being doing in Paris?" asked Techo, "They don't know anybody there, do they?"

WARDEN said, "I do not think so, however the temporal backup logs appear to..."

And was interrupted as Matt said, "Fine, it's probably nothing. They'd tell us if they did. WARDEN, let's get underway. I always wanted to see Paris."

--

Colonel Anton looked over at the kids standing across the room from them. It had taken a lot of sweet tanking, and actually getting Dr. Johnson to make some real werewolf vaccine research to show them, but finally he was mere minutes from getting the damn DNA samples. He wasn't too worried about the experiments in the room as well, though he'd had to fake surprise when they'd appeared. They were just as the files said they were. "As I was saying, Executive Genetics can easily make this cure a reality," he said, pulling the sheaf of research back across the table they'd set up in the warehouse next to the Seine River, "However we need DNA for the template. This isn't like a painkiller pill." He kept one eye on the one called Draco however. If he messed up then Draco might sense his true identity...and killing them would mean so much boring paperwork.

The one known as Chip was also suspicious. "How comes I haven't heard about this 'Executive Genetics'?" he said, "I think a genetic research company like this would be somewhere in the NSC databanks."

Anton almost panicked but managed to say. "What's the NSC?" This seemed to partially mollify Chip's suspicions...though not totally. "Now then, my associates simply need a blood sample once you are in werewolf form," he said, happily before stopping. What had been that movement at one of the windows?

--

Matt finished trying to squash Techo into his own helmet. "Dammit, did he see you?" he said to Techo as the merc tried to pull his now-stuck helmet off again. One of the troopers with them risked a peek. "Nope, hey, Matt, I coulda sworn I saw 6-2-9 in there." Matt shook his head, "Not a chance. Wilson, Chris, you in position?"

Wilson pulled out his comm as Matt's message came through. "I'm fine, but I think Chris caught something at that frontier station. He's breaking out in a sweat. Medic has no clue what it is." Chris shook his head to stop the spinning sensation that had begun. "I'm...I'm fine, let's just get this over with," he said.

Chloe looked at Matt and said, "Are you sure doing this on the night of a full moon was a good idea?"

"Hey, you know that most lycan viruses die if the biters killed and the guy who bit Chris is extremely dead," said Matt.

Chloe didn't look convinced but nodded. "Ok, even though, let's just get this over and done with. We don't know what brand of lycan he was," she said.

Matt shrugged. "Fine, WARDEN, send in the other teams after us. It's only fair we give this new guy the opportunity to come quietly."

--

Anton was only a bit surprised when a blast blew the hinges off the emergency exit and two figures in CPS mercenary armor strolled in. If the lead troopers cocky air was anything to go by it was, "Captain Lynch, what took you so long?" he said as the two figures pulled out pulse blasters and began addressing him in Splitter.

"Ok, hands where we can see them," said Matt while the other figure, a female said,

"...and don't try anything. We're both tired and very angry."

Anton smirked even wider, "...and Miss Silvia, such an honor."

The female said, "It's Chloe, creep."

Anton sighed "I'm sorry, Miss Lynch. Can't you two have waited a few seconds more?" he said and pulled out a blaster and aimed at one of the kids, "I hate to have children see violence first hand." At those words, his men all pulled out rather nasty EXP buster rifles.

Matt looked at the kid he was pointing at. It was a boy about 13 years old with brown hair, wearing a green shirt under a dark green jacket with blue jeans. "I don't know what you're doing with these kids," said Matt, "But it's presumably despicable."

"What? Can't offer a cure to some lycans in need? I know all too well what the NSC's policy in unregistered Lycans is, but ah well," he said and made to press the trigger, only for the gun's plasma clip to ignite, making him drop it. He looked over at Matt who's eyes were glowing. "Impressive, very impressive, how do you handle bullets?" he said as his men took firing positions...and one of them fell forward, a small hole in the wall behind him. With that it quickly went to complete hell as the rest of the Bladestorm squad burst in.

Anton didn't seem that worried however, even when Draco flew at him angrily. He'd forgotten that Matt had probably given them translators too. "Are you sure you want to fight me?" he said calmly, side stepping Draco's initial lunge.

"C'mon," said Draco, "I've face humans with bigger muscles than yours." He paused and said, "You aren't fully human, are you?"

"What was your first clue? Next time you see an ancient, ask them about the travelers," he said, raising his hand in the same way as Matt or Chloe would before using their energy attacks and suddenly with a dull thud noise, Draco was thrown across the warehouse. "Idiot," muttered Anton and turned in time to dodge a slash from both Matt and Chloe's Ion blades. He stepped back and pulled out two ion blades of his own. "I don't want to fight you. We're such a small number that it'd be a waste to kill you," he said before looking at Matt and adding, "...especially those with such potential."

"I don't really know what you're talking about or what these kids have to do with anything," said Chloe, "But since it's Empire involvement, it's atypically evil and it's our duty to stop it."

Anton sighed. "Ok, I'll go easy on you," he said and that was the last straw as the Lynches lunged at the empire commander.

They quickly found themselves being forced into the defensive. Anton was able to easily hold his own against the double attack as well as land a few punches of his own. "This is the best the famous travelers have to offer?" he said swiping the legs from under Matt before locking blades with Chloe. "Don't make me laugh. You're much better then these...humans," he said to Chloe before pushing her back. "Maybe you just need a little...incentive," he said before dodging a stab by Chloe and landing his own in her shoulder. Matt was forced back to his senses by his sister's scream and turned angrily on Anton.

Draco felt a slightly painful twinge in his horns. That troubled him because they tended to do something if dark energy was nearby. What worried him more was that it was coming from Matt's direction.

Matt's face couldn't be seen by anyone else but Anton who suddenly looked a bit worried. "Oh shi..." he began before Matt fired a blast of black/purple energy that lifted Anton off his feet and smashed him through the brick wall and into the river.

The dark energy twinge vanished with that and Matt ran over to Chloe. "I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound. We've both had worse," she said before Matt could say anything. "I'm not going to suddenly drop dead, move left please," she added, firing a lightning bolt into one of Anton's men who tried to sneak up behind Matt.

Techo however had ended up near Chip, Contrinus and the children. "CHRIS! WHERE IN HELL ARE YOU?" he yelled into his comm.

--

Wilson was backing up. "Erm, Wilson here, I don't think Chris is cured," he said weakly.

"What do you mean cured? He hasn't been sick with-" Techo's voice paused before he said, "He did get infected from that Lupo guy, didn't he?"

Wilson could be heard gulping. A faint growling could be heard on the comm. "Yeah, I kinda noticed that. Nice Chris...NONONONO!" and with that the comm cut off. Techo wasn't listening anyway as two of Anton's men had slipped from the melee and were aiming at them.

"Say goodbye, NSC scum," said one of them. The trio were interrupted as Wilson came crashing through the window above them, landing on them.

"Goodbye," said Techo before checking Wilson who looked like he'd gone a round with a DARKRIFT trooper.

"He's...heading towards the main city," said Wilson unsteadily. Luckily his armor had taken most of the impact."

The two mercs were distracted then as they heard one of the kids, the one with blond hair in a spike, say, "Chip, who are these guys?"

Techo looked suspiciously at Chip. "Chip, do you know these kids?"

If Chip was capable of perspiring, he would have sweat dropped then. "Uh, sorta, it's kind of a long story that I think doesn't have time to be explained right now," he said as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Matt'll wanna know," said Wilson and was interrupted as Matt said behind them,

"What will I wanna know?"

It was Techo's and Wilson's turns to sweat drop. "Er, nothing important at the moment, sir," said Techo, adding, "Wilson's got bad news." Matt and Chloe listened grimly as Wilson explained where Chris was.

Chloe sighed after Wilson finished. "Great, as if we didn't have enough lycan infections to find."

Suddenly a clock in the distance started ring. "Uh oh," said Draco when the clock struck 10.

Matt turned to glare at Draco. "What's 'uh oh'?" he said icily. Anton's little stabbing demonstration on Chloe had not helped his mood, or patience.

"It's nothing," said Draco quickly.

Suddenly the sound of snapping bone and grunts of pain turned the group's attention to the kids. "Nothing that we didn't have good reason to keep secret," said Chip mildly.

Matt and Chloe watched as the kids began to transform. "Well..." said Techo in a desperately cheerful voice, "We found the infected."

Matt looked ready to explode at the experiments when Chloe put her hand on his shoulder. "We will be having words later. Wilson, with us, we'd better catch Chris before he happens to someone."

--

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, a large grasshopper-like robot was marching along the edge of a building top. Of course, the robot differed from a real grasshopper in several ways, such as having a tiny red eye-like optic near the base of its legs instead of a head and having a large symbol resembling a eye with one line on the top and three on the bottom on what could presumed to be its forehead. "This is so boring," it muttered with a whining voice, "how long does it take the wolf brats before they go prowling? It's already 10:00."

At that moment a large adult-sized werewolf landed in front of him, a nose width from him and studied him with far too much intelligence that a feral werewolf should have. It finally seemed to lose interest and backhanded the bot out the way before jumping back down to street level. A few minutes later, two warthogs ran over the luckless bot as he was trying to get back up.

The bot was pretty much crushed by the runover. But then its chassis opened up to let out a white heat that resembled an upside-down tack with a green optic shaped like a line bent upwards. "Not fair," it muttered as it hovered away, "The other Monstercons don't get treated like this. Whipsting doesn't get swatted. Deathgrip doesn't get run over. It's always poor Leafstripper."

The creature known as 'Leafstripper' followed the two vehicles a little way to see them finally about to corner the werewolf who wasn't pleased about it judging from the way it floored one of the armored humans with a backhand that made a dent in a brick wall. Leafstripper noticed a certain mercenary was among those trying to subdue the werewolf. One who's description he had heard of several times. "Matthew Lynch?" Leafstripper muttered to himself, "I better tell the boss bot. Especially since I need a new body." With that, he hovered off.

Matt however was busy trying to talk some sense into Chris while avoiding being embedded in a wall like Private Dickens had been. "Chris, for heavens sake, it's us!" he said, dodging another slash. Chloe was trying to sneak round him to stun him with electricity while Wilson was trying to load a tranq rifle.

"Stupid lion genes," muttered Wilson, "Should have known that genetic upgrade would have mixed with the infection."

Matt turned on his comm. "Chip, seeing as you know the infected, you know how to subdue Chris?" he said.

"You could use a little silver," said Chip, "but not too much or you'll hurt him."

"Yeah, we just happen to have silver in our ammo kit. Get over here right now!" said Matt, losing pacience and jumped as his comm erupted into static. The others winced as their comms started emitting loud feedback. Feral Chris cringed at the high-pitched sounds they were making.

"What in the name of smeg?" said Matt, angrily as a glow could be seen from a nearby computer shop. Wilson managed to get a good look and scrambled to get on the warthog's turret. Suddenly the glass on the window shattered as a bolt of what looked like marigold-colored lightning shot out from the shot and hit the turret. The turret crackled with electricity for a few seconds before shutting down, along with the rest of the vehicle. The blast also knocked Wilson out the turret to deposit him in a smoking groaning heap. Matt and Chloe both spun in horror as a familiar face came out the shop. "Mantichrome, you've got a nerve. I promised I'd take you out for trying to kill Chip," said Matt angrily. Even feral Chris recognized an enemy and snarled at the droid.

Mantichrome looked vaguely surprised at seeing them all. "When Leafstripper mentioned a werewolf, I was expecting one of those brats," he said, "But no sense in letting a revenge opportunity go to waste. Monstercons, attack!"

Matt and Chloe were surprised as the three robots came down from the rooftops. They were very oddly shaped robots. One of them resembled a giant lobster with four legs, three yellow eyes, and blasters in its claws. Another looked like a giant horseshoe crab only with only four legs, no tail, and it had two spots on its shell with the same symbol on Mantichrome's underside. The third basically resembled a flying stingray mixed with a cobra that had two robotic legs. The stingray looked down at Matt and smirked. "Too easy," he said and went into a dive.

If he'd actually been using his brain he'd have noticed that Matt did not look a bit worried, in fact him and his sister were smirking. "How about some sushi, fish face?" said Matt as he batted the stingray with his gun into a wall.

His smirk flickered a bit when the robot's tail separated in half and flipped backwards to form arms. Its belled unfolded into two legs as its head went down to fill in the gap. The wings separated from the body slightly to frame the shoulders while the former legs went up to become shoulder cannons. Then a head popped out, one that was shaped slightly like a stingray's head with a blue optic shaped like a line with the middle angled downwards. "The name's Whipsting," said the bot as it fired its shoulder cannons. Matt jumped as the blasts hit and when the smoke cleared there wasn't anything left. Whipsting smirked. "I thought you said he was tough, boss." he called to Mantichrome and was grabbed on the shoulders by two clawed, scaled hands, pulled into the air and thrown into a wall.

"He was right," called Matt cheekily, looking a bit singed in his dragon form. He'd been a fraction too slow in transforming when the blasts had landed.

Then the horseshoe crab started changing. Its shell split down the middle and opened slightly. The cubes its legs were attached to connected to from bigger, sturdier leg. Its bottom flipped up to become a chest plate while the sides of the shell separated to become arms. Then its head, which was like a disc bent into a U-shape with a yellow optic shaped like a square on the convex side, popped up and it cried, "Roughshell, smash!" Then he fired an icy beam from his left shoulder spot and a heat blast from his right shoulder spot.

Chloe, his target danced around the shots. For the first time since her rescue, she was happy she'd spent all that time as Silvia. If this had been a year ago, she'd have been frozen and fried for her woes, but now she was dancing round the blasts like they were in slo-mo. "Rough shell smash? Who do you think you are, the Hulk?" she said as one of Roughshell's shots hit a water main, causing the bot to be drenched in water, not that it appeared to care but it did give her an idea. "Try mine," she said and lowered her hand into the water, sending a magnified blast of electricity along the stream and up into the droid.

Then the lobster changed forms. Its tail unfolded into legs which it used to stand up on. Its middle separated in half while the head flipped backwards into the opened spot to from the chest plate. Its claws extended into arms. Then its head, somewhat tube-shaped with a red bar-shaped optic on the front and a large symbol on the top of its head, popped out. "Foolish humans," said the robot as it started shooting far more accurate shots at the mercenaries.

Suddenly the GPS computer on the warthog blazed into life and a giant locust flew out of it before heading for the lobster droid. "Leafstripper has new body," it said and had to duck when Matt took a cheerful pot shot at him.

"Quit fooling around and switch to robot mode," ordered the lobster.

"Yes, Deathgrip," said Leafstripper and began transforming. His base where the legs were separated from the body to become arms. The back part of him split apart and extended. Then they snapped back on themselves to form legs. The wings remained where they are, but its head popped out from behind its former forehead, now its chestplate.

Matt peered out. "What the hell are your little buddies up to, Manty?" he yelled cheekily at Mantichrome.

Chloe however was on her comm. "Techo, Chip, get your arses over here. We need backup, you didn't tell us some of the local villains are Cybertronians."

"Cyber-what?" came Chip's response.

"You know, those robot thingies that turn into monsters," said Chloe.

"Oh, the Monstercons," said Chip, "Ok, we'll be there soon. But if Mantichrome yells 'Monstercons unite', you'd better be prepared for a bigger fight."

Chloe was about to ask for a repeat of Chip's reply when he heard 'Monstercons Unite!' and she said "Never mind," before yelling to Matt. "HEADS UP!"

Suddenly the Monstercons' heads separated from their bodies and flew up into the air. Deathgrip's head angled downwards so the symbol on his head could be seen. Roughshell's head spun around to reveal the back, showing four eyes; a blue triangle, a red pentagon, a yellow square, and a green circle. Roughshell's head slid around Deathgrip's head while Leafstripper's head flipped upside-down and plugged into the bottom. Then Whipsting's head rotated upwards so the back of his head could plug into the top.

"Impressive." said Matt from his cover. "What else does he do?"

Then their bodies started transforming. Roughshell's arms retracted back to his sides and his shell split the other way. The back half of the shell swiveled down and clamped onto the back of his legs. The front half flipped backwards to frame the rest of the body. Deathgrip's legs flipped backwards behind his body as his body went up and plugged into Roughshell's chest plate, his monster mode limbs clamping into slots on the inside of the shell. Then Leafstripper and Whipsting's upper bodies went back to monster mode while their monster modes' lower bodies remained the same. Leafstripper's legs extended and plugged into Roughshell's right arm while Whipsting's arms extended further and the base between them plugged into Roughshell's left arm. Then the combined head came down and plugged into the top of Deathgrip's chestplate. "We are Monstructor!" called the Monstercons' combined voices.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," said Chloe.

Matt however summed up their feelings much better, "Oh bugger."

"Prepare for extermination!" called Monstructor as he stomped on the abandoned warthog. Feral Chris tried to leap at the giant, but Monstructor swatted him in mid-air.

Matt dodged aside to draw Monstructor away and keep Wilson safe, blasting away as he went. One blast grazed one of the eye symbols. Monstructor winced from the blast. Then Matt remembered his fight with Mantichrome back on Galva Prime. "Aim for those eye symbols!" he called, "That's the weak point!"

Suddenly something invisible grabbed two mercs before tossing them through the air. "What about those who wear no symbols?" said a haunting voice sneeringly.

Matt and Chloe got unsteadily up and looked around. "Who did that, Matt?" said Chloe quietly.

Matt sighed, "A guy we met a few months ago named Ghoulwyrm. He's a dracolich and a pain in the ass."

"C'mon, he couldn't be that bad," said Chloe. Suddenly a large undead-looking wyvern creature appeared in front of Chloe. It roared loudly as it separated its muzzle into four parts and black and white tentacles came out of its chest. Chloe blasted Ghoulwyrm in the face on reflex with a lightning bolt, only for it to go through harmlessly and electrocute Matt.

Ghoulwyrm grabbed Chloe with the large three-clawed hand. "Such a pretty thing," he said with his ethereal voice, "and with the power of lightning in her too. I wonder what she tastes like."

Chloe's eyes narrowed and she changed to dragon form before biting Ghoulwyrm's arm as hard as her bite allowed until he let go. "Bleah, you taste like the meatloaf at CPS HQ," she said.

The wound she made was quickly wrapped in bandage-like tendrils. "Feisty thing, aren't you?" he said, "But I can make lightning too." The mechanical devices on his back extended and began sparking with purple electricity.

A plasma burst hit him from below just as he fired, sending the blast wide. "No blasting my sister, you land of the dead reject!" yelled Matt. Ghoulwyrm turned his head and spat a wave of purple fire at Matt. Matt quickly rolled out of the way. Just as well as it melted the bricks of the wall behind him.

He suddenly felt an ion blade plunged through his shoulder and Chloe said, "...and no flash frying my brother," before ripping the blade along Ghoulwyrm's side.

Ghoulwyrm cried out in pain before bandage tendrils covered up the wound. He glared back at Chloe and growled, "Little wench." His muzzle split in four again and a loud sonic wave came out.

Chloe was knocked groundwards with a painful smack. "Ok, you really need to get to know normal people, bro," she said, dizzily. Matt who was trying to avoid being stepped on by Monstructor was not really able to reply.

"This has gone on long enough," said Ghoulwyrm to Mantichrome, "Call off your minions. We've got more important work to do."

Wilson, who was half fried from the lightning had managed to pull a M6 laser cannon from the warthog and it was now that he managed to shoot it, the blast scoring a direct hit on Monstructor's central eye symbol and punching through the back. "You're...not going...anywhere," he managed, swinging the gun round to aim at the two.

Ghoulwyrm glanced up at the full moon and said, "You wouldn't want to mess with me tonight." His body suddenly swelled a little with muscle as spikes came out of his feet, knuckles, shoulders, and down his back. The fangs in both his mouths got sharper and longer. Then his chest tentacles came out and a blast of purple energy came out from the center of those tentacles and hit Wilson, sending him flying several feet and hitting a wall.

Ghoulwyrm winced in pain as he glared at the Lynch siblings. His telepathic abilities were better than Draco's so he could sense the dark energy in the two. "Interesting," he said, "Mantichrome, let's fall back." Ghoulwyrm turned invisible again as Mantichrome took Monstructor's head, which had separated from his damaged body, and disappeared back into the computer store.

The two mercs were not about to let them leave undamaged and let loose a hail of weapon fire at them tiull they were gone. Chloe ran over to check Chris while Matt ran over to Wilson just as the rest of the gang arrived. Wilson was not in a good way. His arm was clearly broken badly and he'd practically been cooked in his armor when Mantichrome's lightning blast had hit him, not to mention the hole where Ghoulwyrm's tentacle blast had pierced him.

"Oh shit," said Matt, "Guys, I need a medic ASAP! We need to get him to a medical ward."

"Is Chris still on the loose?" asked Chloe. A whimper answered her question as Chris was pinned under some rubble from his fight with Monstructor.

Matt and Chloe both turned round when they saw the experiments had also arrived. "As for you lot," said Matt sternly, "I want to see you later. You'd better have a bloody good reason ready."

There's the first chapter of the first story of the new arc. As you can see, I'm taking a new approach to the editing from this story on. It's going to be more organized and legible from now on, which will hopefully help earn it more reviews. Anyways, the gang's back on Earth and they're meeting up with old enemies again. And it looks like Draco and Chp are in trouble with Matt. By the way, the Monstercons are on my deviantART in their monster, robot, and combined modes. Also the idea that the Lyoko kids are werewolves derives from my friend on devaintART, demongirl99. You should definitely take the time to look at her art, it's really good. I'm planning on updating later this week so keep an eye out for another chapter soon. Please review.