Anyone can amass an army. And, if needed, anyone can create an ideology to fuel it. But without a means of production, the army has no sources of technology. Tabuu faced this same dilemma. Though the army of Primids was nigh infinite, they had no means of transportation between realms and no weapons to speak of. Though Tabuu had managed to build a trans-dimensional mass extractor from parts stolen from The Land Of Nintendo, to steal the many parts, labor force, and factories from Nintendo would be much too cumbersome and time consuming. Tabuu needed a source of production to bring into Subspace, as well as a labor force. Though Primids could suffice in a manufacturing role, they were born and lived as warriors.
Far beyond Subspace, in The Land Of Nintendo, unknown to life on the surface was a floating island continent. An incredibly advanced race of sapient mechanical lifeforms flourished there, Robotically Operated Beings. The R.O.B's, as they called themselves, had lived a life of peace for all their existence. Never once had the Isle of Ancients come into contact with the landmass below. Many R.O.B's doubted the possibility of life even existing outside the island. The technology of the Isle of Ancients was among the most advanced in all of Nintendo, nothing on the ground even came close.
The Isle of Ancients floated over the Great Sea. A single R.O.B stood near the edge of the island, taking in the beauty of the sea. If it focused its visual perception servos just right, Dragon Roost Island could just be seen on the horizon. Sometimes, that R.O.B wondered about the surface. If there really was any other life out there, maybe other R.O.B's The R.O.B's thoughts were interrupted. Something suddenly struck its auditory capture processors. A very loud clanging sound. It reminded the R.O.B of one of the factories on the island, the clanging and banging of the machinery.
Great Chains of Light emerged from the sky. The rattle the chains made as they soared down through sky echoed through the Isle of Ancients. Many R.O.B's stopped to observe the immaculate golden chains that danced in the clouds. Suddenly they shot into the earth of the island. One, two, three, four. The heads of the chains embedded themselves into the ground. R.O.B's began to panic. Some grabbed cutter saws and began to slice away at the chains in the ground, to no avail. Some R.O.B's were caught in the crossfire as great chains slammed into them, cleaving through the metal and circuitry of their bodies with no resistance. R.O.B's ran to cover as the "Whoosh!" of the chains moments before impact began to ring out across the island. Soon, Chains of Light ran around the entire island. The barrage stopped.
Some of the braver R.O.B's went to investigate. Elemental scans of the islands new bindings proved fruitless, they were comprised of a material alien to the R.O.B's Some wondered were the other end was attached to, as the chains seemed to jet into the sky until they were no longer visible. Many R.O.B's collected the remains of fallen friends, destroyed by the chains. Suddenly the ground began to quake. A massive tremor shook the entire island. R.O.B's lost balance and fell to the ground. Amazingly, the Isle of Ancients began to rise. Slowly the visage of Dragon Roost Island began to sink into the horizon of the Great Sea. The island was rising faster now. The curvature of Nintendo was visible. Many R.O.B's braced for the worse. The Isle of Ancients broke free from the atmosphere of Nintendo, now being pulled through space. Many of the R.O.B's enjoyed the sights of space, unknowing of were there current itinerary was leading them. The Isle of Ancients was dragged through space for what seemed like days to R.O.B's However the beautiful sights of space soon were interrupted. The stars receded. The glow of suns and moons faded. Violent bursts of lightning cracked the sky like hairline fractures in gloomy window pain. The Isle of Ancients now was lead through a dreary and volatile realm of emptiness. The island stopped its light year spanning trip at a gruesome sight. A small black creature, held by the same chains the R.O.B's home was, was bound to a large and frighting machine. Giant needles stabbed into the little black man, who let out blood curdling beeping noises that could not go unheard as screams of pain. A strange black liquid was sucked out of the small two dimensional being, and stored in massive tanks.
The robotic inhabitants of the Isle of Ancients were spoken to by an unseen voice. "Welcome, mechanical residents of the Isle of Ancients, to Subspace. I am willing to bet that some of you are wondering where you are, and why you are here. Please allow me to explain. You, along with your home of the Isle of Ancients, has been drafted into The Subspace Army. Do not fret, for you shall not be enlisted on the front lines, however, any that wish to do so shall have their request gladly honored. No, you shall be the means of production for this great force. You ingenious skills in manufacturing and the breathtaking technology your people has created shall be put to use in the mostly highly respected of ways. In what would be 48 hours on your home world, all factories and manufacturing plants will have been converted into producing for the war effort. I shall be the Master Hand over all you do. But please, do not fear with thoughts of slavery or mistreatment. Your customs shall be shall shown the utmost of respect. However, failure to comply with orders will result in harsh reprimands. Know that you shall be a part of history. All hail Tabuu."
The voice stopped. The R.O.B's were a peaceful race. They had never had a need for weapons or war. But there was no way back home now. This was their new home. A slowing creeping sadness came over all on the Isle of Ancients, for their existence was now more than a faceless factory that would mindlessly produce what they were told without question. Strange creatures flooded into the island. They seemed to form out of strange particles floating in the air. They gave orders on what factories would be producing what, who would working there, and what their expected production output was. The R.O.B's were now a force in The Subspace Army. Though they did not fight, their mechanical hands would produce the tools of war.
