So it's been a long time, a very long time. I originally wrote this story under another alias and decided to move it to this account and repost.

I've just done a massive marathon of SRMTHFG! and i fall in love with the series all over again every time I do, I hope there is still as many fans as there was back in it's prime.

I hope you enjoy

The War raged wildly, thunder cracking violently whilst rain pounded the surface of the ground itself being thrown around with such force from the powerful gusts of wind.

The sky was stained a blood red and brown, it rivaled all the stains adorning the golden fur of one of our warriors. In such a fight being left un-scorned was not a possibility as every blow landed another scratch, another bruise, another wound. Hour after hour, Day after day and eventually those days gradually turned into months and even now with the outcome looking so bleak no hero would give up, let alone give Skeleton King the right to say he had one.

Nova knew that feeling all to well. A warrior never backs down from any opponent no matter how strong, not out of stubbornness or pride but because it feels right, it is right.

I would be hard to recognise any of the alliances the Monkey Team had acquired over the course of their travels if they hadn't seen them every hour of every waking day since the Great War had begun. Major injuries had occurred, unfortunately a few deaths but no effort had gone wasted. As Nova turned and ducked she threw yet another punch at the formless minion and as it burst she slumped in fatigue, hunching over to catch her breath as she was pushed into the floor. Dark blue engulfed her dizzy and dazed vision as she was released "Gibson..." he kept one cybernetic hand transformed to a drill while using his other hand to help the female up, "They are rejuvenating faster Nova, and HE is getting stronger- you can't let your guard down again" he shot at another heading towards them to only be embarrassed by the Super Robot wiping the small group out.

Well I say small...

Thousands multiplied into millions and wiping out a few hundred helped but the duplication process of the formless posed a great threat itself.

Luckily during the first few weeks of the war the Monkey Team along with their allies managed to lure The Skeleton King away from any planet containing any source of life as a battle ground, knowing the skeletal master would not leave any that posed a threat unpunished even if his power was growing in tremendous amounts- besides, what kind of evil overlord would he be if he did not seek revenge on those who terminate his plans time after time?

And so in the Quozar Galaxy they took the fight, the galaxy itself being so desolate and deserted mainly because of the inconvenience most terrestrials had with transport to other galaxies.

Instructed to go back to base Nova moved quickly to take the opportunity to rest up and re-join the fight. The teleportation device was a marvellous device indeed she thought. Otto and Gibson had done a fantastic job of creating the devices- located in several places of the planets to flee when needed they were protected by a stealth mode, one of the most advanced technologies formulated by the engineers' and scientists of the Monkey Team and Frog Team. Sheer Genius. "I'll tell them that when I next get a chance", as she smiled she sighed, "If that ever happens..." and elevator was greeting her to move several feet down into the core of an unknown planet kept secret as "The Base".

When stepping out the elevator all mechanical being moved quick recreating others after others under slingshots orders. After predicting the numbers of Formless they were up against it had been decided that ongoing research into the intelligence of the Super Robot and Slingshot had to be more rushed than what they had liked but it would mean they have more soldiers to help, finding pieces of scrap whenever possible in search parties. "It's enough to make me brain damaged..." Nova muttered bitterly to herself. All it was planning and organising to be a step ahead or making the enemy think they were a few steps behind "We don't talk anymore..." Pink orbs scanned the computer monitors of the battlefield as she looked at every one of the allies she had encountered. It had been too long and she had not spoken to any of them with any sense of being casual but focusing on the problem at hand.

'How are they doing?'

'What's new?'

'Wanna blast some droids on the console?'

Simple, simple questions she would want to ask to start a conversation, just to hear them speak to sooth her soul. It would be more than enough to reassure her. Her gaze was held on one monitor in particular as the Crimson male fought one after the other unaware of the fact he was being watched under so much strain. Blow after blow the opponents fell and her heart sank. Ever since the Fire Of Hate Sprx had fought not only in the war but also with himself and it showed when he fought.

Sympathy wasn't a feeling anyone had time to dwell and Nova was dragged to a Medical Bay...