The Simpson's: In Space: Season 2: Episode 1: Age of Judgment: Epilogue
"How much longer will this take?" Asked Daavas to Seraph, the latter having wires attached to her head. "It should take a few more minutes and sorry about wasting so many Data Storage Devices." She answered apologetically to Mackorlas and Dr. Bornar. The cybernetic Fwinter Telkine that was The Chief of Engineering (Groundkeeper Willie's) assistant, and the Zorahan doctor and cybernetics expert respectively. "It is of no real consequence to us, if it makes it easier to kill The Somites faster than it shall be done." Answered The Telkine Cyborg as he pulled a DSD out of the DSD Upload/Download Devise with his cybernetic hand, it divided into three separate hands, much in the same manner as the infamous General Remorseless, as he neatly cataloged the DSD into a large vault.
"Mackorlas remind me to fill out a requisition order to get more of these things?" Asked The Zorahan Doctor as she was overlooking the monitor that was feeding the Somite Intel into the DSDU/DD. Making sure that it did not overload, or worse erase Seraph's memories. "I don't remember volunteering for this; I'm a doctor not an AI specialist!" She complained she tapped away at the console. "I tried explaining to Willie that, but he, and I quote. 'I dunna care what that bucket headed lass can or canot do! Believe me I told Homer that I dunna know nothin about ships, BUT HE WOULDANT LISTEN! So stop yer whinin and GET TA WORK!' Besides you're doing quite well thus far." He said admiring how Bornar's fingers were seemingly dancing across the holographic control panel, all five of his cybernetic eyes glistening brightly at the sight of the Zorahan's hands.
All of a sudden a bright light shone in the middle of the room. Verdun-936 appeared in the middle of the room. "What the! Curse these Somite dodads!" He swore as he began to smash random buttons on his gauntlet. "Excuse me but can I take a break from this?" Seraph politely asked Mackorlas, he pointed out that if she were abruptly unplugged from the DSDU/DD her memories could be deleted. She unplugged the wires anyway and directed Verdun on using The Somite device properly.
"Now then, shall we continue?" She said as she plugged the wires back into her head. "It was a break on my fingers I'll say that." Bornar said shacking her hands before she went back to typing.
Daavas looked out of a window, as The Fleet of Bittersweet Triumph glassed the planet beneath. "This doesn't seem right Seraph, we should be down there!… without the Telkine ships glassing the world I mean." He said correcting himself in regards to The Fellowship Battle Barges. "I know your eager for blood, and beyond disappointed that neither of us took the lives of Ersa and Anehta back on Metropoli Major. But I won't bore you with any self-compromising runaround, I am sick and tired of fighting this war!" She said, Dr. Bornar's typing slowing down at her statement.
"I was referring to The Pirate Wars? You know the conflict that was going on BEFORE The Massacre of Ashla? The Fall of Chimera? The Battle of Hjun 9? The Skirmish over Xa-Xhen? Remember any of that?" The android went on, as the last DSD binged as it finished uploading the last of Arodnap's memories. "It just seems… odd that they would strike right now, and for that matter automatically earn the trust of our enemies so quickly."
"What? How could you not?- Look Seraph." Daavas stated angrily as he finally stopped looking at the Fellowship Doom Towers. "You are Nova Shilroth, daughter of Tano Shiloh. (the Matriarch that sired us all) It was prophesized that She would return The Exiles to the homeworld of our Forbearers, and smite those who wronged us! The Somites wronged us ten-thousand times over."
"The Twi'grutan's weren't the only race to have suffered during The War!" Bornar finally snapped. "My people's homeworld was completely annihilated by the Somites! Zorah Prime was reduced to nothing by a clump of asteroids floating in the void, and ever since we've been reduced to nomads and scavengers." She said angrily as her helmet visor slowly fogged up. "The way I see it, your people got off vidith'bosh-najj minus one planet and nearly an entire Nak'ama compared to every other race that was harassed by The Somites."
Daavas pointed an accusatory finger as she said this. But instead of ranting he stopped to think about what both Seraph and Bornar said.
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"I still can't believe were back here." Mussed Zaar Lrack, stu'ven (apprentice) of Thel Andúril, as the both overlooked the Exterminatus that they were carrying out on the planet from the bridge of The Grim Resolve, flagship of The Fleet of Bittersweet Triumph. "Agreed, I'm still disappointed we didn't try to destroy The Theocracy the last time we were here, but then again we did not have The FENRIS Virus then did we?" He answered as a bright light shone behind Andúril's throne. Verdun-936 stepped out of it with a strong stride.
"Verdun, it has been too long since we last met." The Telkine Fleet Master said as he turned his throne around to see the Spartan Warmaster. "How long has it been since we last met? Two centuries?" "It had been since the end of The Civil War Andúril. I still remember when you joined in The Liberation of Sparta." Verdun answered, remembering the day The Fellowship of Andu liberated his homeworld from Somite occupation. "You must have a reason for coming aboard my ship… unannounced… uninvited… and unwanted?" He said as his guards, specifically The Clone Marines that joined Andúril and became The Kvna Juuur-H'a, moved in on the Spartan, weapons drawn.
"Clone Marines? You honestly think that these glorified toy soldiers could take down a Spartan?" Verdun asked in confusion. "I'm asking the questions here." Andúril snapped. "I want the Exterminatus to stop! This is a purely Orion matter, and we do not need outside help." "Funny, I don't recall you saying that when you came all the way to Telchine to petition add when The Somites took over The Sparta Sector." Andúril said snidely, Verdun steamed when he said that. "In any case, normally I wouldn't obey such an order, especially after me and Zaar barely escaped Kobra Minor." He said looking back on the mission that nearly took his life, but took the life of Juno Elysium, then Prime Minister of The Republic of Amidala. "But this order came from The Twilight Emperor himself. He'd do it himself, but his fleet was recalled to The Rhodes Sector for repairs. As for the rest of The Divine Navy, they are over M&M cleaning up the last of The Somite ships."
"I DID NOT ASK FOR EXCUSES WYVERN!" Verdun shouted. " I asked you, to take your fleet out of this system, and let US deal with these traitors. They are still part of The Federation, despite the crimes they exhibited on this galaxy. Therefore they answer to US, as they should have those long years ago, instead of getting The Alliance involved like we did last time."
"Perhaps, I didn't really want to come here anyhow. Zaar and I were supposed to be scheduled for a Tournament of Redemption at Gra'toa . But I think Aiur sent us here to make sure that didn't happen, even though there are next to no enemies to fight up here." He explained.
"Okay let me just get to the point. YOU'RE KILLING UFO PERSONAL ON PLANET!" Verdun said Andúril caressed his chin. "We will stop The Exterminatus, but we will not leave the system simply because you ask. You may be respected by The Fellowship, but that gives you no authority over a Fleet Master." He said as a trap door opened beneath.
"Shep'Maaas? Where does that trap door go too?" Zaar asked. "I'm not really sure, but Tyrana mentioned that The Grim Resolve was equipped with experimental telaporters. Hopefully that lead to one." Said Andúril as he pressed a button on his throne. "Attention, Fleet of Bittersweet Triumph." He said over his fleets com channel. "Cease and desist all glassing operations immediately!"
"The War of Judgment is turning out to be interesting... if perilous and a bit stupid." Andúril thought to himself.
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"Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's goanna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's goanna buy you a diamond ring." Sung Lisa Simpson, as she gently caressed and stroked the head of her boyfriend, Seth Elysium, who was more or less scared of Lisa, was not at all comforted by her singing. In fact he was utterly terrified of the Ub-Viper Serp'feratu, ever since both them (along with Bart, Knara, EMIR-12, Marge and assorted others) returned to Earth. Lisa had gained two extra eyes within her Cobra like hood, and had somehow gained the ability to change between human and Serp'feratu forms.
But that wasn't specifically what was scaring him. Lisa's voice had somehow become much more smooth and even then before. Which scarred him because it gave the impression that she had somehow became psychotic after their adventures on Metropoli Major. He found her normal voice cute and warm, despite Lisa's claim to otherwise.
"Don't panic Seth; she'll only kill you quicker." He thought to himself. "Just because she says she is against violence, that doesn't mean she'll slip up." He began to sweat as Lisa's arms closed in around his neck. "Uh… Lisa?" He chirped. "Do?… do you want to do something else?" "I don't see why not." Lisa said in her new silky voice. She turned on the TV, which then showed an image of local newsman, Kent Brockman droning about some boring piece of local news.
"-and The President will be holding a press conference tomorrow to discuss The Federations future in The Alliance. On a lighter note, The Amidalan Republic is in the midst of political turmoil. It has been at least one week since Prime Minister Juno Elysium went missing, and the extra-stellar government, which was founded nearly three-thousand years ago, is now on the brink of civil war. Details at this time remain sketchy, but from what little we can make out The Republic Counsel is still in debate about.-"
As the news anchor causally droned on, a pit of dread began to form in Seth's stomach. "By The Primarch's I thought it would take at least a month before the Republic fell into this kind of chaos." He thought to himself. "No matter what, I have to get to Amidala, and at least try to help."
"Seth? Honey? What are you thinking?" Asked Lisa in her eerily smooth voice. "Uh… !" Seth answered quickly. "Hmm… Mom would probably have an aneurism if we left so soon, but what the hey? We'll go wherever you like." She said pulling Seth's head into her bosom.
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"EMIR WILL YOU STOP SCREAMING!" Bart yelled as he and Knara were yielding the droid, EMIR-12's new legs to his frame, both of which were destroyed by the Njord Einhe'r, Rahpo Ein-he'rjar R'lyeh. "I told you we should have deactivated him before doing this!" Knara complained, barely audible over the sound of EMIR-12's computerized screaming.
Bart ceased soldering EMIR's legs. "You want to stop?" Bart asked. "What?… do you think?" Said EMIR as he (simulated) hyperventilated. All of a sudden Seth rushed into the room. "I'm not sure how to explain this, but how are any of you on going on a trip to Amidala?" Seth explained. "YES! YES! ANYTHING BUT THIS NIGHTMARE!" EMIR shouted.
"Will you stop whining droid?" Knara stated at EMIR-12. "Seems odd though that you would want to return to your homeworld? You said that you would never return there after the destruction of Kobra Minor." "Yes… yes I did say that." Seth admitted awkwardly "But there are certain… let's just say that things could potentially spiral downwards into oblivion if I don't go."
"By The All-father, what happened?" Knara asked in frustration. "Has Lisa already gone Nja'arak?"
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Homer was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Despite the chaos that The Fleet of Bittersweet Triumph caused, it somehow caused him to fall asleep. "Captain? Captain? CAPTAIN!" Squeaked Homer's second in command. Grunchy McGrunch-Grunch the 1138th of the McGrunch-Grunch's of planet Artana III, known to his friends as simply Grunchy. Homer sputtered in surprise at the sound of his second in commands yelling.
"Wha? What! Is the battle over yet?" Said Homer as he woke up from his dozing. "No, in fact it's barley began, and for some reason The Fellowship glassing stopped, oh, and before I forgot, your mothers here." Grunchy explained gesturing to his mother. Who up until the previous August was dead until her son cloned her, along with his daughter Maggie, and to a lesser extent, Frank Grimes, who committed suicide almost immediately after he was cloned.
"Mom? What are you doing here?" Homer asked, ignoring how Mona managed to get onboard the Sinbad in the middle of a battle. "Homer, we have to talk, and it's something I'm not proud of." She stated solemnly. "Mom if this is about that time I squealed on Mr. Burns to The FBI, and then wound up in Cuba and accidentally gave Castro a trillion dollars-"
"No, it's not about that."
"Is this about when you contacted me through newspaper clipp-"
"Not that either."
"Well what about-"
"No not about the missile either."
"Then what?" Homer asked as the bridge crew began giving him strange looks. "It's… its better if we talk about this in private!" Mona said in haste. The two of them then went into Homer's quarters. "Okay Mom, is this another Time Lord lesson? I missed those; it was the first time in years since we had any time together." "No, it's… it's about the Somites." Mona answered him. "Oh PLEASE MOM! I'm tired of hearing about those guys! I swear, I had to have let Marge let that teenage robot thing into the house and-"
"No that's not I was talking about Homer." Mona said before Homer could continue. "Remember when Paul and The Marx Brothers told you about The Seraphim and The Charons?" "Ancient race tried to make slave race, slave race rebelled, survivors barely escaped the carnage. They went on to brainwash other aliens in to fight said slave race, but accidentally destroyed their homeworld. So they ran off to heaven until rogue robots were sent away to some desert world, then they made them human enough to betray them, and have been scheming to destroy all life in the galaxy since." Said Homer.
"Actually… only half of that is true, but I won't blame you for taking Bart's account of everything." Mona said concerned. "The Seraphim weren't the only ones who made their own servant race, we did as well." Homer had an odd look on her face as Mona said this. "My father created a species from crystal and stone, he called them The Othryians. I still isn't known how they betrayed us, but before they could truly defeat us, we sent our own planet through a black hole." "Uh huh, what does that have to do with this?" Homer asked impatiently.
"Homer…" Mona said with a lump in her throat, as she went to the window that overlooked the planet below. "That planet WAS The Time Lord homeworld, The Somites are the legacy of my father's mistake, The Orion Civil War was the result of my father's mistake!" She said as her eyes began to well up, Homer went over to her as she continued to cry.
"Wha-what was he like? My grandpa I mean, what was he like?" Homer asked as he consoled his mother. "That doesn't matter now, I never expected you to meet them. But as always, fate has an alternate plan then what was planned." "Homer, for the sake of this galaxy. You have to go down to that planet, and slay both The Snaipmyloians, and The Othryians. It's the only way your family will be ever free from their influence," said Mona. "Mom!" Homer whined. "Do I have to?"
"When you were a child you always wanted to become a hero. Besides, if they don't all die here, then you will regret it forever." Mona said hugging her son. "It is time for you to become the man that you were destined to be."
A/N I'm going to take a little brake from this… I just want to get this story into something awesome. Need. Time Jump!
