Chapter Two...
Edge groaned as he slowly came to. He felt...dried grass. He looked around and saw that he was in the middle of a savannah. He wondered why he was there...but then he remembered. He found that Rook had made a time machine that apparently took him, Loon, and Kitty on a joyride through the multiverse due to a malfunction once and Edge "borrowed" it. He took himself to a time period before the invasion and promptly destroyed the gateways.
"Wait a minute..." he said, looking around with a look of sudden realization, "This is Kiburi! I'm home! But...why-"
His wondering was cut off as he heard the sound of marching. He looked behind him and saw about twelve men of varying heights and attributes wearing a silvery armor and carrying two-foot-wide shields with a violet center as well as halberds. From what he remembered from the Fictor Brothers' descriptions, they were Frontliners, the top of Fictron's military force. But why were they in Kiburi? Fictron was a nation located in the Lower World of Earth, not even close to Kiburi.
His attention was then grabbed by the person leading the Frontliners. It was a tall man wearing a black suit and tie, a pair of sunglasses, and neatly-combed spiky black hair. His most noticeable feature was his hands, which seemed to be made of metal and sharpened into blades. He also had a good guess on who this was.
"Blacknova." He said to himself.
Blacknova stepped right up to him and glared at him. He held out his hand to Edge, as if expecting something.
"Your identification numbers, Kubari." Blacknova stated.
"What?" Edge asked, backing away.
"Regulations." Blacknova stated, "All Kubaris are to hand over their identification numbers to an officer of Fictron of any rank if ordered."
"YOU, an officer of Fictron? Don't make me laugh." Edge scoffed.
"You ARE aware that a disrespect for the power structure can result in detainment for as long as I see fit, correct?" Blacknova asked, flexing his metal fingers.
"Sorry, you haven't exactly earned respect." Edge growled.
The Frontliners made to approach, but Blacknova held out a hand, "Stand down. I shall deal with this brat myself."
Blacknova shrugged off the coat of his tuxedo as he approached Edge, balling his hands into fists.
"Bring it on..." Edge said, tensing up. He was prepared to use Ingentia to rush the fallen Fictron Knight and catch him off guard. However, when he lunged forward, he just toppled over. He got to his feet just as Blacknova approached him, "What's going on?"
Blacknova grabbed Edge by the neck and proceeded to toss him in the air before punching him in the gut. The metallic fist drove the wind out of his lungs and he flew through the air until Blacknova caught up with him, grabbed him by the head, and slammed him into the ground.
"Now, are you more...agreeable?" Blacknova asked, hefting Edge up by his hair.
Edge held up his hand, trying to call up a Rasengan. Nothing happened.
"I...I can't feel..." he said, suddenly realizing what was going on and why he was here. He closed the gates, therefore he never left Kubari and never gained the advanced abilities he obtained on his adventures with the Author Fighters. That meant he still had the basic Mana techniques, but they would be useless against a Fictorian of Blacknova's power.
"Unknown Kubari, you will be escorted to the nearest camp." Blacknova said, placing a set of cuff links on Edge's wrists, which bound themselves together with red electric wiring. He grabbed his jacket and pulled it back on, dusting it, "There, you will await a disciplinary hearing and eventual processing."
"Think, Edge, how do these guys go from place-to-place again?" Edge thought, trying to remember. Then, suddenly, he recalled something TL had brought up once...
"Fictorians use portal devices to jump from world-to-world. However, ours need regular recharging because they're usually only good for one or two jumps. Even then, it runs on River Energy, so it might be dangerous for a species that hasn't developed the immunity to it."
"Good." Edge thought, looking at the Frontliners as they surrounded him and began leading him away in a march, "Now, I just need the right opening...hope one of these guys still has theirs."
The small army continued on its way, approaching a rundown town surrounded by a moat lined with spears. Blacknova held up his hand and a bridge appeared between the unit and the camp. Edge caught sight of a peculiar device on his wrist, almost like a watch, but with a small, red orb in the center. He hoped that was a portal device...
He was led through the camp and what he saw chilled him to the bone. His people, the people of Kubari, were darting from street to street, looking timidly as Frontliners stood at every block with wary expresisons. On every street corner was a pink flag with a black lightning bolt and flower, the flag of Fictron. He heard a commotion and glanced over to see a Frontliner kicking over a young Kubari.
"THIEF!" he shouted.
"MY FAMILY NEEDS FOOD!" the Kubari shouted.
"Such brutality..." Blacknova growled, walking over to the Frontliner and glaring at him. The Frontliner looked at his superior before walking away, leaving the boy there. Blacknova returned and resumed leading the unit back through the town.
"Okay, THAT does it." Edge snarled, jumping at Blacknova. The Fictorian wheeled around as Edge caught the device on his wrist and pulled it off. He rolled away, clutching it.
"Kubari, if you use that, then the radiation might very well kill you." Blacknova stated.
"Guess I'll have to risk it, then." Edge said, pushing down on the orb. A purple portal appeared and he jumped into it with a loud, "Kuaga!"
The portal closed behind him as he vanished. Blacknova sighed as he took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes.
"To je méně než ideální..." he murmured in Fictronian.
Edge felt as if he was being pulled apart as well as being burned alive while being pulled through a thick, rubber tube. The portal was sucking him through to...well, anywhere. He thought of Los Angeles with all his might.
After what felt like centuries, he saw an opening and was spat out in the streets of a city. But, judging from the sky, he was at least on Earth. He groaned as he rolled over.
"THE FICTRONIANS ARE HERE!" a panicked voice screamed, "THEY'RE HERE FOR THEIR WAR! WE'LL ALL DIE!"
"Easy, buddy." came a familiar voice, "Does he look like a Frontliner to you?"
Edge groaned as he rolled over. While this didn't look like LA, the man who walked over to him looked oddly familiar.
"D-DJ?" he asked, staggering up.
"Yeah, that's my name." DJ said. Oddly enough, his skin wasn't the pitch-black Edge remembered, his eyes weren't the vivid shade of green, and his robe and scythe were absent. He just looked like an average person, "And you are...?"
"Wh-what's going on?" Edge asked, "Why's everything so crazy?"
"Things have been crazy for a while now." DJ stated, "Ever since that war started."
"War?" Edge asked, looking shocked.