Whelp, CH6 is finally here.
Planet Glomour-10,000
The Planet of Glomour-10,000, a peaceful planet home to Glomourians, humanoids with the ability to learn any language via lip connection. The Planet Glomour-10,000 was not only home to the peaceful Glomourians, but also the Galactic Council as well.
Within the humble white marble walls of a magnificent coliseum, the current session of the Galactic Council took place.
"This meeting of the Galactic Council now comes to order." A humanoid alien with a long white beard and scales spoke aloud for all in attendance. "The Council now gives Senator Xefro Kenkak of Planet Glacia the floor."
"Thank you, o wise speaker of the council." A man in blue and gold robes said haughtily. "For Generations, we have let the GKND run wild outside of universal law. Not only have they taken upon themselves to act as protectors for our children, but they undermine our authority as well."
Many Senators nodded in agreement. Xefro continued, "Whoopee cushions on our chairs, destroying public property, and even inspiring rowdy behavior in our youths! Until now, those were but childish acts of irresponsibility. Solar rotations ago, the bodies of many so called 'Adult Villains' of these GKND have turned up, one such as a harmless inter galactic ice cream man."
A holo-display of the deceased adults appeared behind Xefro, earning sharp horrified gasps. "Even if they are children, despite morals, murder is murder; they should be punished for their crimes."
As the members of the Council applauded, a giant metal cylinder crashed through a coliseum wall, crushing many in attendance. Screams echoed as the cylinder began to alter its mass, standing up on four tentacles made of wire. A head sprouted from the top, turning to stare down Xefro. A tentacle sprang out and pulled Xefro into the air, holding the humanoid to its optics. "DID YOU CREATE ME?" The robot asked in horrifying monotone voice.
"N-No." Xefro stammered as the robot's optics began to glow red.
Moments later, the robot stomped through the ashes of the burning coliseum. All in attendance now laying on the floor, multiple puncture wounds littering their bodies. "MISSION: FAILURE. RECTIFING. ATTEMPT: 72. COMMENCING. DESTINATION: EARTH."
Earth
"Remember the good ol' days?" Josh asked his companions as he took a swing at his soda.
"Define 'good ol' days'?" Angelie muttered as she sipped her root beer.
"You know, when it all seemed so smaller, when we were actually kids." Josh sighed, setting his soda can on the table. "But then again…I can't say my 'good ol' days' were the same as yours."
"Meh." Pierre muttered as he took a swing at his grape cider.
"So…how's Nigel doing with the whole, 'not seeing my old friends' thing?" Josh asked as he began to carve something into the table with his harpoon arm.
"He's speaking with Numbuh Infinity about what he saw when we were at the dig site." Lance said before taking a bite out of his meal. "Harvey's back at the Moon Base running the KND, Sand's taking some time off, and Soulless is visiting his daughters grave…can't say the atmosphere around here's getting any better."
"What can I say…Fathers are a bunch of psychopaths." Angelie's eyes narrowed as she leaned back in her chair.
"…You know…I don't think any of us speak about our family that often." Gabe said as he nibbled on a cupcake.
"Speaking about family I see?" the group of operatives turned to see an elderly man in a suit with a cane supporting him standing at the rec-room doorway.
"Nelson." Lance nodded at the former wearer of the Helm of Fate.
The elderly man took up a seat at the table and smiled. "So, how is everyone?"
"I was actually about to go, the talk about families suddenly makes me want to barf." Angelie said, getting up from her seat and departing.
"I'd better check up on her." Lance muttered, following Angelie.
"What got into her?" Pierre asked the former Numbuh 66, Alouetee.
"Why are you asking me?" Alouetee ask, slowly forming a glare behind her tinted glasses.
"Well…" Pierre trailed off, as Gabe began to snicker in the background with a teen with two propeller weapons. "…You see…you are…her roommate…so…I believe you would know if it was her-?"
Alouetee slapped Pierre before storming off. "Don't ever finish that sentence you sicko." Alouetee stepped up from her seat and walked out of the rec-room.
"Whelp…that's definitely enough hilarity for one day." The teen with the propellers laughed before leaving. "I'm gonna catch some z's."
"Yeah…I'm going to take a walk before something else happens." Wiccan stood up from her seat and headed to the doorway.
"I do need to work on the R.E.H.V.A.N.E.'s rotor systems, anyone care to lend a hand?" Gabe asked the three remaining Society members at the table.
Pierre sighed before standing up. "Might as well, no?"
"Now you're sounding like Death's Head." Josh smiled.
"Who?" Pierre asked, raising a brow.
"Just a friend of mine, for some reason everything he said ended with either a 'yes' or a 'no' in question form." Josh laid his head in his palm. "Those were indeed the good ol' days."
"…Okay…" Pierre and Gabe took a step back before leaving.
"So…why are you here Kent?" Josh asked, proceeding to carve into the table again.
The elderly man frowned. "Normally I'm not the bearer of bad news…but I thought you'd like to be informed of recent events."
Josh continued to carve something into the table, glancing at the former Doctor Fate from the side of his eye. "Why?"
"It concerns the rest of your friends…" Kent Nelson sighed. "You should have been told this from the beginning…you and Nolan."
"What?" Josh raised a brow.
The Society: The Following Day
"Using one of the captured Icarus Corp satellites…" Numbuh Infinity trailed off as he showed an image of a dense jungle from orbit. "We have pin pointed a jungle similar to the one described."
"When do we head out?" Nigel asked as he stood at attention.
"Tomorrow, when Josh returns from wherever he went to." Numbuh Infinity spun around to face the projection.
"Where is Josh anyways?" Nigel questioned.
"He had something to do…" Numbuh Infinity trailed off before changing the subject. "Harvey's latest report from the Moon Base raised a few alarms, here have a look see." Numbuh Infinity handed Nigel a piece of paper and examined the contents.
"A cylinder object raised several alarms on the Moon Base. They would've attacked it but it transmitted the latest friend or foe code…the latest one being the one that had just been entered into the database minutes before it appeared."
"I take it you want me to do some leg work?" Nigel rose a brow.
"It'll be covert, the object is going to land in California in an hour, take Wiccan and Numbuh 8/92." Numbuh Infinity ordered.
"Should we be concerned if an adult somehow recognizes me?" Nigel asked.
"I'm sure if you wear a wig and no sunglasses, no one will notice you." Numbuh Infinity tossed a brown toupee over his shoulder, landing in Nigel's hands. "And before you ask, no, don't approach your cousin at all."
"Before I ask how, I'll ask why not." Nigel set the toupee over his head and adjusted it to his liking.
"She's an intern for a news network run by Hilary Hills, a major supporter of Benedict Uno. And I'm just that good."
"So…yeah covert."
"Shouldn't you be on your way to California right now?"
Benedict Uno's office
The current President of the United States reclined in his chair, feet on the table and a memo in hand. "…Maybe with that Holiday nerd gone I can establish new national holidays without repercussions…I think I'll call one 'Delightful Day!"'
"President Uno." Benedict looked up to see Chester standing in the doorway. "Professor Bob just alerted us from his secluded workshop in California that an unidentified object in space is heading his way."
"Possibly another trinket of greatness?" Benedict smirked. "Have Big Brother and his guys check it out, I want you to get back to working on Single Root, I expect you to have the team up and ready to fight before the surgery."
"Yes Mr. President." Chester bowed before backing out of the room.
"Pfft…spineless slug." Benedict muttered as a man in military attire entered the room. "Oh, Sergeant Sensible, how are you handling your loss?"
"Your blasted nephew killed my wife…how do you think I feel?" Sargent Sensible glared behind his helmet.
"He's had a habit of taking the things that have mattered most to people…" Benedict's eyes narrowed. "Major Mrs. Manners shall be avenged, I promise you Sargent."
"Thank you, sir." Sargent Sensible saluted Benedict before spinning around and walking to the door.
"Now…if there aren't any more distractions…" Benedict trailed off.
"Hey! Mr. President." Ace the Kid coolly walked into the office.
"Oh for the love of…what is it Ace?" Benedict tapped his desk, slightly annoyed.
"Seeing that Garret is out of commission…any chance of me getting to be Sandman, I hear there's a Sandgirl and-"
"No, I need you making Propaganda music! Now get out of my office now and get back to work!" Benedict shouted.
"Okay, okay, sheesh." Ace coolly walked out of the office.
"Alright…that better be the last person or I swear I'll-"
"Hey Dad, I met a chick with cat ears, I'm taking her out for lunch, that alright." Benedict's only surviving child from the Delightful Children, Bruce Uno, said as he popped his head into the office.
"Oh! Have a swell time son!" Benedict shot out of his chair forcing a giant smile.
California
A bright yellow portal opened in the side of a tree. Nigel, Wiccan, and Numbuh 8/92, jumped out of the portal which closed behind them.
"How is it you can do that by the way?" Wiccan asked as she stood on her levitating staff.
"My people, once born, are crafted a blade that shall forever represent us and the mystic properties we were born with." The humanoid GKND messenger in medieval knights armor stated simply.
"Right, yeah, Magic, why did I even ask…" Wiccan shook her head.
"Were near the observatory, correct?" Nigel asked as he adjusted his toupee.
"Indeed we are." Numbuh 8/92 nodded.
"It should be landing around here by now…" Wiccan trailed off as she and the others looked to the sky, spotting what appeared to be a fire ball streaking the sky. "So…what now?"
The fire ball crashed through the tree line before finally crashing into the nearby observatory. "Let's move." Nigel ordered before running through the woods, followed by Wiccan on her floating staff and Numbuh 8/92 who leapt through the trees.
Nearby, Big brother and his gang drove up a dirt path in black S.U.V.s. Big Brother bit down on his tooth pick and tipped his hat. His gang checked their tommy guns and straightened their ties. "Let's bag this thing and leave as fast as we can."
As Nigel and the others drew closer, a monotone voice boomed throughout the woods. "ARE YOU MY CREATOR?"
"That didn't sound too good." Wiccan exclaimed as she sped up beside Nigel.
"When does anything sound good?" Nigel stated as he jumped over a boulder.
"Good point, our line of work kind of sucks." Wiccan laughed.
"Then why are you here?" Nigel raised a brow.
"I've got my reasons." Wiccan stated humorlessly.
The group came upon a vast fiery crater within the side of the observatory. "So…where is it?" Wiccan asked aloud.
A loud scream was heard as a man wearing a lab coat was flung through a window. "Please! Help Me!" the man yelled as he crawled towards the three members of The Society. Before any of them could react, the entire side of the observatory fell over, crushing the man.
Out of the observatory, a robot with wire-like tentacles stepped out menacingly. "SCANNING UNIDENTIFIED ORGANISMS." The robot said aloud in an electronic monotone voice. "LIFEFORM STATUS: TWO ADULTS. ONE CHILD. ARE YOU MY CREATOR?!" The robot boomed.
"Did he just call us adults?" Wiccan rose a brow.
"And one child?" Nigel rose a brow. A tentacle shot down, aiming to stab Nigel, who barrel rolled away.
The S.U.V.s belonging to Big Brother drove up beside the battered observatory. Those within exited the cars and marched. "Keep your eyes out boys; whatever did this isn't messing around." Big Brother said aloud to his gang.
"Got it boss."
Big Brother and his gang walked around the observatory to the sound of explosions. Big Brother's eyes shot wide open at what he found. There stood a giant robot, fighting three kids. "What do we do boss?" one of the gang members asked as he checked his tommy gun.
"Shoot 'em all, we'll sort everything out later." Big Brother muttered as he and his gang raised their weapons. They pulled the triggers and sent a hail of bullets at both parties.
"Look out!" Numbuh 8/92 exclaimed before being slammed by a slug and being knocked down.
The robot rotated its head, forgetting about Nigel and Wiccan. The robot slowly approached Big Brother and his gang, their bullets bouncing off its outer shell. Nigel's toupee was blasted off his head as he rushed for cover. "TARGETS ACQUIRED. RECOMMENDED ACTION: DEVESTATE."
"What did it say?" one of the gang members asked Big Brother before being stabbed by a tentacle.
"Kill it!" another gang member exclaimed before collapsing from a puncture wound in the head.
Several more gang members fell within seconds. "Grab the launcher!" Big Brother yelled.
A gang member ran beside Big Brother with a rocket launcher, blasting the robot with a rocket. The robot sparked before being shot in the face by another rocket. The robot was blasted repeatedly with rockets, its outer shell blasting completely open, shrapnel flying and colliding with several of the remaining gang members.
A tentacle shot out, stabbing the gang member with the rocket in the gut and proceeded to use his body as a club. Using the now deceased gang member, the robot clubbed Big Brother, sending him flying into the tree line.
As the last of the gang members fell, the robot's optics began to cut to static. Its optics rebooted along with the rest of its system. The robot turned to look around, raising its tentacles to its optics. "I MOVE. WHERE AM I?" The robot turned to see Nigel approaching it, armed with a 2x4 with a nail in it. "ORGANISM RECOCGNITION: NIGEL UNO."
"How do you know me?" Nigel asked, cautiously approaching the robot as Wiccan flew in beside him.
"WE MET YEARS AGO FRIEND." The robot said in a friendly manner, the smoke from its chest cavity slowly clearing. Before the robot could continue to explain its relation with Nigel, Numbuh 8/92 jumped on its back and brought his fire sword down into its head. The robot's head exploded, causing it to fall backwards. Numbuh 8/92 jumped off, landing beside Nigel and Wiccan.
Wiccan cast the GKND messenger an accusing look. "What? Was it not about to attack?"
"I know this robot…" Nigel trailed off as the smoke from the robot's chest cavity cleared, revealing what appeared to be the rusty exoskeleton of a monkey attached to colorful wires. "This is the one of a kind Rainbow Monkey 4ever… This is RAMON-4…"
Nigel continued to inspect the robot as RAMON-4 sparked back to life. "NIGEL…WILL I DREAM…"
"RAMON-4 what happened to you?!" Nigel exclaimed.
"THEY-THEY-THEY DID-DID…" smoke erupted from RAMON-4's audio systems. A spark was the start of the end of the one of a kind Rainbow Monkey as it caught on fire.
"RAMON-4?"