I do not own Star vs The Forces of Evil

And yes this is an update, I'm not dead...yet...


Moon Butterfly sat in her personal solar and looked over document after document upon her desk. Being Queen of a Kingdom as large and influential as Mewni meant she spend a great deal of time doing paperwork, or writing letters to other individuals of great power in the universe. The papers in her hands today were different, they were numerous reports from her spies corps and other documents that related to her missing daughter.

The documents had no information of value.

"This shouldn't be possible." Moon growled as she held a document in her hand and ignited it with magical fire. "How is there no trace of her?" She knew that the Universe was a large place with a nearly infinite amount of dimensions and timelines, but someone as distinctive as Star should have been sighted somewhere. Especially with word out of a reward for her safe return. If it wasn't for the fact that she knew that there was a form of divine intervention involved she might have feared the worst and that Star was dead in some dark corner of the universe.

Moons thoughts turned to her visit to the monster temple. She had told Elder Daeron everything she had seen and he listened with rapt attention. In the end neither of them knew what to do with the things she had been shown by the strange figure she had met. After meeting that strange woman at the monster temple she delved into every single book in her library to find someone who matched the woman she had met. Unfortunately there was no Queen that matched the woman's looks, not in any of the books she possessed. Many of her forebears had Butterfly markings on their cheeks, her own mother had blue butterfly marks. Not to mention most reliable pictures and descriptions of former Queens only went back eight hundred years or so.

Moon was shaken from her thoughts by the sounds of the door to her solar opening. She turned and saw her husband walk in, her husband had been hard at work making sure that Mewnis borders and various lands were secured. While she knew River wasn't very good at statecraft he made up for with military ability.

"I've secured the borders and I have ordered the third army to move into the ghost lands of the Reach. If Toffee wants to attack us he will be walking into a deathtrap. Knowing him however he would never use a frontal assault, he is far too careful for that," River stated as he walked up to his wife. "I've also ordered all the local Highlords and Ladies to be on guard and to have their troops prepared to be deployed at a moments notice should any one of our kingdoms holdings come under attack."

"Its not enough to rely on the nobility, we need to increase the size of the royal army." Moon responded.

"I have Grunt training a new army as we speak to shore up the reserves. Although I don't have much hope for them. I watched them training this morning and I can honestly say my grandmother could beat up most of these new recruits."

"That's not saying much, your grandmother was the scariest women I ever met. The woman was eight feet tall and wrestled bears." Moon said got up off her chair."Regardless, you've done an excellent job of securing the kingdom." Moon leaned down to give her husband a quick kiss. "If only I could rely on everyone as much as I rely on you."

River let out a light chuckle. "When it comes to military strategy I'm your man, just don't ask me to attend to matters of state." He let out a tired sigh. "Also I've been told that Hekapoo and the rest of the your magical friends are awaiting you in the library with an update on their search for our daughter."

"Hopefully they have had more luck then out spy corps." Moon said as she got up and walked out of the room with River hot on her heels. After navigating the palace she eventually reached the meeting room where she often met the magic high commission. She found the commission sitting around a large round table at the center of the room.

"What have you found out?" Moon asked immediately, too impatient to follow royal courtesy and decorum. The several seconds of silence that followed her question told Moon everything she needed to know. "So you've found nothing?"

"I wouldn't say nothing..." Rhombulus began as he rubbed his snake hands together nervously. "Just close to nothing."

"Her timeline is invisible to me." Omnitraxus stated simply. "I cannot see her present or future."

"Is that even possible?" Moon asked angrily. "All these years you've introduced yourself as the master of space-time, how is it you don't know where my daughter is?"

"Two possibilities." Omnitraxus began. "One possibility is that she is somewhere outside of space and time...although I'm not sure how anyone would manage that. The only other possibility is that my vision is being blocked by a higher power."

"Higher power?" Rhombulus asked. "For all the centuries I've known you, you've always claimed to be the undisputed master of space-time. Have you been lying?"

"Look I maintain and observe space-time...and...do other things..."

"So your a space time janitor?" Rhombulus asked. "Man and I thought my job as the muscle of this organization was lame. I pretty much outrank you."

"Listen here you crystallized reptilian-"

"ENOUGH!" Moon yelled, breaking up the fight that was already in the making. "I don't care for you excuses I want results." She turned to Hekapoo and Lekmet. "I hope you two have had better results"

"Baaaaaaa." Lekmet said while shaking his head.

"Lekmet says that Star isn't dead." Rhombulus translated for the rest of the group. "As an intermediary between life and death that's pretty much all he knows."

"I got nothing." Hekapoo said simply as she toyed around with her pair of dimensional scissors.

Moon walked over to Hekapoo and glared at the red haired woman. "You of all people should have results. Star left Saint Olga's through a portal created by one of your scissors. So I hope you have more to say-for your own sake."

Hekapoo scoffed. "Look your asking me to find a needle in a haystack, a needle that is moving around and most likely doesn't want to be found."

"Its a difficult task, I know this. What of it?" Moon asked as she looked around the room at the members of the magic high commission. "Listen to me. I rule one of the richest and most influential kingdoms in the entire multiverse. Entire civilizations from across the universe look to me for alliances and trade while also wondering if they could take my kingdoms wealth for their own through war. Here at home I have a noble families that are either seeking my favor or seeking ways to depose me, all the while squabbling among themselves." She turned to Hekapoo. "You cannot expect me to pity you the difficulty of your task."

"Look..." Hekapoo got up from her chair and began pacing around the room. "My scissors have amazing privacy settings, there are a lot of weird dimensions out there and my clients want to make sure that no one knows exactly where they are going. I cant trace the portals that she opened."

"What about the boy?" Moon asked. "I asked you to look into who he is as well. Marco Diaz of Earth, every single princess who got out of Saint Olga's claim he is some sort of Hero who rescued them. From the surveillance at the school we know he has some combat training and that he fought alongside my daughter for most of the night before leaving with her through a portal."

"Waste of time looking into him." Hekapoo said. "Humans are worthless nobodies."

"Don't start Hekapoo." Omnitraxus chided. "You're just angry that there are humans who have created superior dimensional traveling devices that make your scissors look like a relic."

"Portal guns are a fad." Hekapoo grumbled. "They need fuel, maintenance, and if you get the fuel wrong the portal will vaporize you. My scissors are works of art crafted to suit each individual user. Not some mass produced bullshit."

"I don't care about your dimensional scissors business." Moon interjected. "All I care about is your ability to find out more information about Marco Diaz. We know hes from the Earth Dimension but we need to know which one."

Hekapoo let out a sigh and opened up a small portal and reached into it, she pulled out a broken sword from the portal and set it on the table in the center of the room. Moon recognized it as the sword that the Marco boy had used when he had appeared before her daughter. "This is the sword we found at the school, cheap factory steel which is why it broke after being jabbed into a monster. I ran the tests and I'm pretty sure I know which version of earth its from." Hekapoo turned to Moon. "Hes from Earth Dimensions C-667 within the central finite curve. Specifically hes from a place called Echo Creek California. From what I've been able to find out he is nothing special. Just a typical teenage human male from a backwater dimension."

"Regardless I will be investigating every lead. This boy is currently traveling in the company of my daughter, so its only natural we find out what type of person he is." Moon turned to River. "Make yourself presentably River, we will be traveling to Earth Dimension C-667."

"Presentable?" River asked as he looked over himself. "Who are we trying to impress?"

"Marco Diaz is a teenager and the best way to get to know a teenager is by meeting with their parents."


Jackie Lynn Thomas shifted uneasily on the heels of her feet as she stood on the sidewalk in front of her house. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead and she wiped it away with the back of her right hand. It was a typical sunny California day and the heat had begun to kick in. Jackie pulled out her cell phone to check the time, it was still early in the morning and school didn't start for another hour. Usually she would ride her skateboard, roller-blade, or even use a scooter to get to school, today however she was going to get picked up by friends.

"Friends..." Jackie muttered to herself, the word sounding odd coming from her mouth. She had mostly been a loner for all sixteen years of her life, preferring to be an adrenaline junkie as opposed to the normal socializing the other people at school took part in. But much to her surprise her lifestyle as a loner skater girl wearing worn out clothes made her popular and she regularly found herself invited to parties and other social events.

Most of the friends she kept were casual friends with Janna being the only one she would consider a true friend since the Janna enjoyed skateboarding. Which was why she found herself waiting to be picked up by Oskar Greason, ever since Marcos Diaz had gotten sucked into a portal Janna had been acting stranger and stranger. Janna had always been a rebel who flaunted her strange beliefs and macabre humor but now Janna had grown sullen and angry, any time Jackie had tried to console her friend she was pushed away. Jackie hoped that by getting involved with Janna's other friends the girl would open up to her.

Jackie was broken from her musings about Janna by the sound of a car horn honking. She looked up and saw a large windowless brown van that looked like the type of vehicle a serial killer would drive parked near her.

Oskar leaned out of the window of the rust-bucket of a vehicle and called out to her. "Yo Jackie! Hurry up, I ain't got all day!"

Jackie ran up to the car and got into the passenger seat. The van was a monstrosity on the outside and the inside wasn't much better. Old food wrappers littered the car along with old clothes and numerous musical instruments in various states of disrepair. It was a huge van that could seat well over six people if the very back seats hadn't been torn out to make room for storage.

"Hey Oskar…." Jackie greeted as she cleaned up the passenger seat. "When did you get this van? Did you trade in your old car or something?"

Oskar started up the van and began driving. "Yeah...I turned eighteen last week and my cunt of a mother kicked me out of the house. She said I was the governments problem now, I went down to the old junkyard and old Joe and Coop gave me this baby and helped me fix her up, been living out of it."

Jackie looked into the vans back and saw a large pile of clothes along with a worn mattress on the ground. Oskar's ferret Gene sat happily on the clothes pile eating an old meatball sub.

"Wow that sucks….wait...you're eighteen years old?" Jackie asked as she turned back to Oskar. "I thought you were the same age as the rest of the class?"

"Held back two years." Oskar stated nonchalantly, not letting his gaze break from the road. "You never thought it was odd that I've been driving a car since sophomore year?"

"I just figured you didn't care about the law." Jackie responded as she settled into her seat. "So...who are we picking up next?"

"Alfonzo, then Ferguson, and then Janna. Would usually pick up Marco first but..."

Jackie heard the hurt in Oskar's voice and nodded. "Any news about him?" Nobody had seen a hint of Marco since that night. Jackie would never have believed the stories of what had happened if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. Marco getting sucked into a portal that appeared out of thin air, Jackie still sometimes pinched herself to make sure she wasn't still dreaming.

"None, its like hes gone from the face of this earth." Oskar stopped the car as soon as he said those words and honked the horn. Jackie looked at where they had stopped and saw that they were in a upper middle class neighborhood. Soon enough she saw Alfonzo Dolittle stepping out of one of the nicer houses.

Jackie had never really spoken to Alfonzo, she recalled doing a math assignment with him back in the third grade. He was incredibly smart and incredibly awkward. He had changed over the last few years, he had grown taller, he was easily six feet if not a few inches taller. He would have been an impressive sight if it wasn't for the fact he was so lanky.

Oskar leaned out the window and greet his friend. "Wassup, homie?!"

Alfonzo shook his head at Oskar. "I hate it when you use words like homie, this isn't the early nineties anymore, also I'm from a middle class family, I don't live in South Central." He said as he got into the backseat of the van. Alfonzo's eyes fell upon Jackie and he gave her a wave. "Sup Jackie."

"Sup." Jackie responded.

"Oh whatever." Oskar complained to Alfonzo as he started up the van and got it back onto the road. "You should be proud of your heritage the way I am of mine. My parents might be losers but I still have Apache blood in me courtesy of my dad."

"Me not liking the word homie has nothing to do with heritage." Alfonzo replied. "Besides you aren't even Apache. Your father grew up on a Kanien'Keha reservation which means your ancestors were Mohawks who were most likely maize farmers who also did a little hunting-gathering on the side."

"Details." Oskar stated as he continued driving to school. "You're just jealous because I have a warrior spirit in me."

"Uh hu." Alfonzo replied. "I guess that's why Marco had to save your ass back when those two guys down at the park were harassing you."

"I let Marco take care of them because if I had gone into attack mode they would've been seriously injured." Oskar replied. "Hell they were lucky I didn't do a flying tomahawk and scalp their asses."

Alfonzo ignored his friends comments and simply reached into his school bag and pulled out a laptop computer and began busying himself with a game. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." He turned to Jackie who had been quiet throughout the exchange between two friends. "So why have you decided to join our morning carpool? Did you really want to ride to school with a bunch of weird misfits?"

"I've decided to be a little more social." Jackie replied. "Besides I don't think you guys are weird misfits."

Oskar chuckled. "Here we are, Ferguson's house, I think you'll be changing your tune on that soon enough." Oskar said as he pulled up to Ferguson's driveway, he honked the horn several times and soon enough Ferguson walked out of the house.

Jackie looked out of the vans window and saw Ferguson O'durguson running to the van as Oskar continued to honk the horn. Ferguson had always been a large guy but she had noticed him losing a bit of weight in the last few years, whether that was from diet or him simply growing into his weight she couldn't tell, although he was still very much an overweight fellow whose belly often stuck out from the bottom of his shirt.

She had very little interactions with Ferguson despite the fact the two of them had been attending the sames school since kindergarten. He had always been the class clown and very outgoing. He was especially notorious among the female population of the school for being very forward in his attempts at flirting and had asked out every girl in the school out on dates at least once. Yet for some reason she couldn't recall him every asking her out on a date.

'That is odd.' Jackie thought to herself as she watched Ferguson get into the backseat next to Alfonzo. Jackie tried her best to avoid being vain, she didn't want to be a pretentious girl who thought overly highly of herself like Brittney Wong, but she wasn't stupid either. She knew that she was pretty, guys had been asking her out on dates since she was in middle school. She held both a hate and love for her own body. She liked being what was considered 'pretty' by society, however she hated the fact that her breasts were so large and heavy which made it harder for her to perform tricks on her skateboard and made her feel like a piece of meat whenever she wore a bikini when she went surfing.

'Yet despite him hitting on every girl at school hes never so much as made a pass at me.' Jackie thought curiously before shaking her head. 'Stop it Jackie, your being shallow. I never thought I could be so petty about something so superficial.'

"Hey Jackie." Ferguson greeted courteously before turning to Oskar. "There's no need to honk your horn, I can see you from my window."

"Maybe if your fat ass moved faster I wouldn't have to honk my horn." Oskar replied as he pulled into the road.

"I have a glandular problem!" Ferguson argued. "Besides I'm not fat, I'm simply fluffy."

Jackie relaxed as the drive went on, as much as she enjoyed riding her skateboard to school there was something to be said for riding in car with friendly people. Jackie exchanged minor small talk and gossip with her companions, Alfonzo even took a break from his video game to look over her math homework and correct a few mistakes she made. Soon Jackie recognized the road Janna lived on, Janna lived in a fairly upscale neighborhood since her parents had fairly good jobs. Eventually they were in front of Janna's house. Oskar began honking his vans horn while Ferguson sat in the back criticizing Alfonzo's ability to play video games.

"You suck." Ferguson complained as he looked at his friends laptop screen.

"Its not fair, all I did was pick up a wooden bowl by accident at the local tavern and now half the guards in the hold are after me." Alfonzo complained as he shut off his computer. "Redguard can never catch a motherfucking break."

"Finally!" Oskar yelled as he saw Janna's form emerge from the house. "Come On Janna, you're going to make us late for school!"

Jackie looked upon her longtime female friend and frowned. Janna had always preferred to life an alternative lifestyle and didn't care about how others perceived her. She was happy, self-confident, outgoing, and flirted with just about everyone. Now she was far more introverted, rarely talked to anyone outside her circle of friends. Janna had even changed her looks, she had been dying her hair every week since Marco disappeared, and she had gotten several piercings on her face.

Janna got into the van and sat in the seat behind Jackie. Jackie turned around and greeted her friend."Hey Janna, how have you been?" She asked as she looked at her best friend.

"Fine." Janna answered quickly in a way that told Jackie that she didn't want to talk. "I would be even better if I didn't have to go to school today and have some quack try to psychoanalyze me."

"Its your own fault." Ferguson chimed in. "After that mess you made of the art classroom I'm surprised you aren't getting detention for the rest of the year."

"You're one to talk!" Janna complained as she punched Ferguson in the arm, making him wince. "You idiots started all this! It was your campaign of fear and hate against Brittney Wong is what caused all this. Trying to throw burn a girl at the stake tends to have the law crackdown."

"Our classmates barely got her tied up before the police showed up and hit us with tear gas." Alfonzo replied dismissively. "Besides, it had to have been Brittney, I mean, how else did Marco get sucked into a portal? She screams that she wants Marco to get sucked into a black abyss, suddenly a black hole opens up in the living room and swallows him whole."

Jackie decided to tone in. "We've all known Brittney since we were kids. Hell I've been to every single one of her birthday parties. She is a sad, vain, and shallow girl who has no real connections to people...but she would never intentionally send someone off into a portal with witchcraft or whatever." Jackie explained to the three other occupants of the car. "Even if she had the power to open portals, she would have used that power to return him, this whole portal incident has destroyed her popularity and made her an outcast."

"She makes a point." Oskar said as he pulled into Echo Creek High Schools parking lot. "None of us are happy that Marcos gone but we need to just calm down and let things play out. Its not like we know where he went after he got sucked into that portal."

"Assuming Brittney isn't responsible...then my moneys on him traveling through time." Ferguson intoned. "Maybe he was needed in the future to fight a robot apocalypse, or he was needed to overthrow an evil Overlord who enslaved mankind."

"That's stupid." Alfonzo replied. "If it was time travel he would have gone back in time, maybe to Arthurian times or something where his knowledge of future technology and tactics will save history."

"My moneys on another dimension." Jackie said, wanting to throw into the conversation. The whole reason she had joined them in their carpool was to get to know them and help Janna so she might as well become a part of their little group. "If not another dimension then another place in time and space."

"It was just a freak occurrence." Janna sneered. "Marco isn't a time traveling samurai or tactical genius. Hes an average guy with a black-belt in karate."

"He is a really good black-belt." Oskar pointed out and he began reversing his van into the best parking spot he could find. "As for tactics he does lead our mythic plus groups whenever we do dungeons."

"Knowing karate and being a guild/raid leader in World of fucking Warcraft doesn't make you a savior. He was probably taken away from us by chance or because God has a fucked up sense of humor." Janna grumbled as she opened the vans door and got out. "See you guys later."

Jackie sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. "She isn't dealing with him being gone all that well."

"None of us are." Alfonzo replied as he gathered up his stuff into his backpack. "Marco was the foundation of our little group. He planned out our weeks, we spent every weekend at his house, without him our group chemistry is thrown off. Janna's taking it especially hard since Marco was among the only people who didn't push her away when she gets all weird….that and one other reason."

"What other reason?" Jackie asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it." Alfonzo said dismissively. "Point is without him there isn't much holding us together."

"Well maybe Jackie is the solution to that." Ferguson pointed out as he looked at Jackie. "Your cool and calm, the perfect combination to make our group of friends function."

"I'm not that cool and calm." Jackie began only to be cut off by Ferguson.

"You're joking right?" He asked, not believing what he was hearing. "People around the school call you Jackie Frost because your so cool."

"Well….I guess so..." Jackie enjoyed her solitude but also knew that the only way to help Janna would be to hang out regularly with her friends. "Fine...I guess hanging out with you guys regularly would be cool."

Oskar put around Jackie's Shoulder and drew her into a half hug. "Welcome to the team Jackie, you wont regret this." Oskar looked at her. "How do you feel about online role playing games? With Marco gone we need a new main healer for our guild…"

"Uhhh..." Jackie felt like she had bitten off more then she could chew and began to regret her decision.


Marco warmed himself around a small fire-pit which had a pot of water boiling on top of it. He looked over to where Star was and saw her sleeping in a bed made out of unused clothes and furs. The two of them were camping in the cave they had found a few days ago. The cave seemed to go deep into the earth and apparently had no end. They had traveled for what seemed like an eternity with no signs of the cave stopping. Marco would have demanded that they call it quits but the weather outside the cave kept getting colder. Even the river that flowed deep through the cave had chunks of ice floating down it. The cold forced them to go deeper just to avoid freezing to death.

Marco felt himself shiver as another gust of cold air blew through the cave. "I miss sunny California." He grumbled to himself as he stirred the water in the pot. The fire was fueled by mushrooms that could be found growing all over the cave. Some were small like normal earth mushrooms while others were as large as trees. The cave itself was kept from being pitch black by large glowing mushrooms that lined the ground and walls.

Marco added several mushrooms that he knew were safe to eat into the pot along with some meat that his traveling companion had managed to get from fish that lurked in the river. After several minutes the water grew thick with oil and took on a brown color as he made what appeared to be fish and mushroom stew. Marco brought a spoonful up to his mouth and blew on it to cool it down before taking a bite.

"Not bad..." Marco muttered as he let the taste linger in his mouth, the taste was thick and salty but not unpleasant. "It'll do...although I would kill for some nachos."

"Bitching about nachos again?"

Marco turned and saw Star walking over to him as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her tone of voice, red eyes, and red hair let him know which aspect of the girls personality he was dealing with.

"Morning Red." Marco greeted as he put the finishing touches on his culinary concoction. "Sleep well?"

"Red?" Star asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "So I'm Red now is that it?"

"Red hair, red eyes, I might as well call you Red." Marco stated matter-of-factlly "I'm sick of just calling the both of you Star. It makes me feel like Im living in one long Abbot and Costello routine."

"Well I don't like it." 'Red' stated angrily. "What do you call the other bitch?"

I'm right here you know.

Believe me I wish I could forget about you.

"Blue I guess." Marco responded simply. "She has blue eyes and blue is the opposite of red."

He makes a good point. Although the proper title for me would be Princess Blue.

"By that logic I should call you brown. Brown hair, brown eyes, and brown skin. Hell your initials spell out MUD which is also brown."

"Call me whatever you want." Marco replied casually. "Just know that the two of you are Red and Blue as far as I'm concerned." Marco let out a tired sigh. Usually he was the type of person to avoid conflict of any sort. He was usually the mediator in most fights with all of his close friends being at each others throats at any given time. But weeks in a strange dimension had begun to wear on him and he felt his patience slowly withering away.

"Youre starting to piss me off." Red replied as she walked up to him and gave him a death glare. "You saving me back at Saint Olga's will only get you so much slack from me. Keep pissing me off and Ill kick your ass."

Marco chuckled as he stood up and looked Star over. The girl was several inches shorter then him but made up for it by having surprising strength for having such a petite form. "I know your stronger then you look and I've seen how bad ass you are in a fight but in pure hand to hand combat discipline will always win. I'm a black-belt in karate and have won karate tournaments."

Red walked up to him and leaned in so close that their noses were almost touching. "You saying you can kick my ass?"

"I'm merely stating the obvious." Marco replied factually. "I saw you fight at Saint Olga's. You're all strength with no form."

"Ill show you fucking form in a minute." She grabbed Marco by the collar of his fur clothes. "You and me, right here, right now."

Usually Marco would refuse a fight but he thought about it for a second and decided it might be a good way for the two of them to vent their frustrations. He often felt calmer and more serene after practicing karate or taking part in friendly sparring at his local dojo. "I don't like fighting, but a friendly spar might be something we could both benefit from. It might be a good way for you to vent all that anger and negative energy." He pushed her away to free up his collar, he reached down and threw some dirt over the fire to cool it down.

"I'm going to show you true power." She stated as she cracked her knuckles.

"Don't make me regret this." Marco replied as he began stretching his arms and legs. "You make everything personal, this is just a friendly spar. After traveling together for weeks its only natural that we eventually start to get on each others nerves. This will be a good way to work out some frustration. Some ground rules, hand to hand combat only, no weapons or magic. The fights over when one of us gives up or is unable to continue. Also Blue has to agree to this, I wont fight you if she doesn't consent."

You okay with this?

I am, if it will just get you to calm down. Just promise not to hurt our champion badly. Like he said this is a friendly spar.

"She agrees." Red stated as she cracked her knuckles. "Lets do this." She got into a fighting stance and glared at her opponent.

"Fine." Marco grunted as he got into a defensive stance. "A friendly spar, winner gets to give the other whatever nickname they wish."

"Agreed."

Both Red and Marco stood their ground, seconds passed as neither of them made a move. Red glared at her opponent while Marco simply gazed at her with a passive expression.

"You afraid of me?" She asked angrily. "If you wont make the first move then I will!" She charged at him and threw a hard right punch aimed directly at Marcos face.

Marco sidestepped the strike and grabbed her now outstretched right arm and used her momentum to grab her by the wrist and throw her over his shoulder.

Red went flying and landed in a heap in a bunch of dirt. She picked herself up and glared at Marco. "You are so dead!"

"Many people in my dimension view karate as a third-rate martial art taught to children in malls." Marco began, ignoring Reds outburst of anger. "Most view Krav Maga, Muay Thai, and other flashier martial arts as being superior. However unlike those other martial arts karate is about honing both the body and the mind. When body and mind strike as one they can overcome anything. Its the most important lesson my sensei taught me."

"You're about to learn a lesson!" Red yelled as she charged at Marco once again, this time half way to reaching him she jumped into the air to deliver a flying kick.

Marco rolled his eyes and once again sidestepped the attack. This time Star managed to roll into a landing and smoothly turned to face Marco.

"Your angry which makes you predictable." Marco pointed out. "When you are angry you end up defeating only yourself since you become your own worst enemy."

He might have a point, maybe we should-

"Fuck you!" Red screamed as she charged at Marco. Not bothering to deliver a large predictable attack she began throwing a series of quick punches at Marco in the hopes of overwhelming him. Sadly her attacked were either dodged, blocked, or misdirected by Marcos gentle sweeping motions and karate chops until finally Marco delivered a quick open palm jab right into Reds chest.

She clutched her chest as she felt the wind get knocked out of her. She immediately jumped back to get as much space between her and Marco as possible. She expected Marco to press the attack while he had the upper hand but instead he simply held his ground and looked at her impassively.

"You...piece...of...shit!" Red grunted as she regained her composure after having the wind knocked out of her. "You punched me in the boob!"

Marco smiled. "You must be mistaken, I'm looking at your chest right now and I don't see boobs." He got the reaction he was expecting. Reds eyes narrowed as she glared at him.

"Oh no you did not just..." Red trailed off, so mad she couldn't form words, her hands grasped her chest as she tried to process what Marco had just said.

It hurts because its true…

"I haven't gone through mewberty yet you bastard!" Red yelled as she once again charged at Marco.

"Anger is not strategy, it might give you temporary strength, but one cannot achieve victory through strength alone." Marco stated as he dodged each of Reds punches and kicks. Once he saw an opening he delivered another jab to Reds chest, the same place he had struck before. "Pain is an excellent teacher, one that you will become familiar with if you keep leaving yourself open in the same place."

Red clutched her chest once again and backed away so she could recover from the strike. She looked up and saw Marco looking at her, he hadn't broken a sweat while she was sweating bullets and could already feel a light bruise forming on her chest.

"Your punches are strong as hell, if any of them landed on me I would be down for the count, heck my arms hurt just blocking your strikes." Marco pointed out. "However all that strength is useless if you just swing randomly like a street-side brawler." He saw Reds head lower as she seemed to consider his words. "You shouldn't let it get to you though. Don't be discouraged, everyone begins in ignorance."

"I am not ignorant!" Red raised her head and charged at him once again, her speed was so great Marco had to react immediately. He sidestepped attack and put her into a standard karate joint lock. He grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back as he slammed her to the ground.

"That was called a joint lock, now I have you on the ground with my entire body weight on top of you and your right arm immobilized. If you don't give up Ill be forced to apply pressure to your arm which runs the risk of seriously injuring it."

"Never!" Red screamed. "Ill never give up!" She tried to break free but Marco simply twisted her immobilized arm which caused send torrents of sharp pain through her body.

"Then we both get to stay like this, hope your comfortable."

Red struggled against her opponent, she cursed, she yelled, and raged until she began to run out of energy. "You fucker! If I had a sword you would be dead! I've been trained in arms since I was a child!"

"I agree." Marco said as he held her down. "My weapons skills are very low, however we aren't fighting with swords, the only weapons we are using is our bodies and its clear which of us is the winner."

"I'm a warrior!" Red screamed as she struggled against Marco. "I wont be defeated!"

"Just calm down Red." Marco soothed trying to get the struggling girl to relax. "If this was a battle with weapons or magic you would have beaten me a hundred times over. Now would you hurry up and give up? I feel uncomfortable doing this to a girl."

"Shut up!"

Marco let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't see why you have to be so difficult. I just want to get along with you, we've been trudging around a hellish forest for weeks, almost got killed for a sandwich, got thrown off an enormous waterfall, and now we are stuck journeying deep in the earth to escape a freak cold snap. I'm trying my best to be a good traveling companion but my patience is wearing thin. What is your problem with me?"

"You're too fucking nice!" Red screamed angrily as she stopped struggling and laid limp on the ground. "I don't get you...your so patient and nice...it isn't natural. I get angry at you because you're always nice, patient, and caring. Its fucking weird! You have me beaten but instead of gloating you act all understanding and shit! Also always apologizing for things which pisses me off even more!"

It took several seconds for Marco to process that information. "You don't like me...because I'm nice?"

"Exactly..." She muttered as she gave up on fighting his grip. "I just don't get you...you get taken away from your dimension, thrown into a crazy journey with a girl like me, youre far away from home, and theirs a good possibility that you might die on this journey. Yet you keep calm and annoyingly upbeat about it. Its so hard for me to get angry at you that I get angry because I cant get angry! Its driving me crazy!"

"Sorry." Marco muttered as he tried to process what the girl was saying.

"There you go apologizing again!" Red yelled. "You…" She trailed off as she got lost in her own thoughts. "Just...let me go, I surrender. Call me by whatever nickname you want."

Marco let go of his grip on her and got of her back. He offered his hand to her to help her up. Red ignored his offered hand and got up on her own strength and dusted herself off.

"You okay Red?" Marco asked as he looked the girl over to make sure she didn't have any injuries. "Sorry if I hurt you I usually-" Marcos eyes widened as he realized he apologized again, something his companion had just explained made her angry. "Sorry for apologizing, I mean I'm sorry that...I mean..." He struggled to find a way to apologize without apologizing.

Red gazed at him, her red eyes which were usually filled with anger were instead calm and contemplative. She turned away from him and walked towards the fire-pit where their breakfast had been sitting throughout their entire fight.

"Lets just eat breakfast." Red said simply as she walked towards the fire-pit.

Marco let out a tired sigh as he watched the girl begin to serve herself food.

"I do not understand girls at all..."


The palace where Mewni's royal family lived was a large structure, almost a city unto itself, having numerous levels with its tallest towers reaching into the sky. The palace had to house the Royal family, serve as the center of politics, business, and commerce for all of Mewni, entertain foreign dignitaries, and house all the staff and guards that allowed the palace to function.

Numerous guards, knights, and soldiers patrolled its seemingly endless corridors, making any direct assault upon it impossible. Two such guards stood guard at a posting deep within Mewni's palace on the lowest levels of the building.

"By all the Gods this is boring..." Mike muttered as he rested his back against a wall. Mike was an average run of the mill guardsman within Mewni's palace. He wore chain mail enchanted to deflect blows and weigh less so it wouldn't hinder his movement, a face concealing metal helmet with the face plate enchanted to allow him to see through it as if it wasn't there. He had a belt that held his weapons and a large tabard that covered the front of his armor. The tabard was adorned blue and adorned with the Butterfly family heraldry, a golden Butterfly on a blue field.

Mike let out a sigh as he looked to his job partner, a man by the name of Dave. Much like himself Dave was average in every way imaginable and wore the exact same armor making them almost indistinguishable from one another.

"You ever wonder why we're here?" Mike asked as he turned to Dave who was leaning lazily against the same wall he was.

"Its one of life's great mystery's isn't it?" Dave replied. "Why are we here? Are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or are there Gods who have plans for us and stuff? In this vast multiverse with infinite dimensions and timelines...does anything really have value? I mean...this conversation could be taking place in an infinite amount of dimensions and timelines between an infinite amount of versions of ourselves. Do we really matter in the grand scheme of things if there are so many versions of ourselves out in the multiverse? I don't know man...but it keeps me up at night..."

"….I meant why are we standing here guarding the royal morgue…." Mike gestured to the door they were standing on either side of. It was a passageway that led to the morgue where dead bodies were stored to protect them from decomposition.

"Oh...that's what you meant..." Dave replied, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"What the hell was all that stuff about the Gods and multiverse?"

"Its nothing..."

"Want to talk about it?"

"I really don't."

"Seriously though. Why are we here?" Mike asked as he gazed at the giant doors to the morgue. "Why the hell does a morgue need protection? Who the hell would break into a morgue?"

"Necrophiliacs?" Dave offered as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Gross." Mike muttered. "And be serious, how many necrophiliacs do you think hang around this palace?"

"I don't know." Dave replied. "We have been working as guards here for three years and we've only seen AT MOST five percent of this place. There are hundreds of people working as kitchen staff just to keep the mess hall stocked. With a population of people this big working in the palace there's bound to be a few necrophiliacs here, its a statistically impossible that there isn't."

"Regardless of the amount of necrophiliacs that are scuttling about I think its a waste of our talents to be standing guard outside of the morgue."

"What talents?" Dave asked incredulously. "Our job is to stand around looking intimidating, we aren't exactly cut out for much else. Unless you're actually intend to be a madman and try out to become a squire, spend your day polishing some stuck-up knights plate mail. Or maybe you want to swear allegiance to some Lord and die as some foot soldier in a ditch fighting in some gods forsaken battle. Being a rent-a-cop for a magical royal family isnt half bad compared to the alternatives."

"Well we are cut out for more then guarding a morgue!" Mike pointed put. "Why does this palace even have a morgue? I swear, these Highborn need their own personal space for everything, they think they're too good to even share them same morgue as us commoners."

"You shouldn't talk about the Highborn like that." Dave said seriously. "If the watch commander hears you saying stuff like that he'll have us on latrine duty."

"Look, Queen Moon is awesome." Mike said in a conciliatory tone. "She was kicking ass for the Kingdom since she was a teenager. She defeated an Immortal Monster and his entire army with only a small army of loyal knights and a bunch of armed peasants backing her up. But the rest of those Highborn are useless! They don't do anything useful and seem to just sit around acting like they're better then the rest of us. What do they have that we don't?"

"Money for one thing." Dave grumbled. "If we weren't busy with this job then I would join one of the adventuring guilds, or maybe become a mercenary. If we were mercenaries then we could join the search for Princess Star. Queen Moon has offered one million golden suns for the return of the princess, along with choice lands and a lordship. If we found Princess Star we would be set for life."

"More like a dozen lifetimes." Mike said as he shifted from foot to foot. "With that kind of money I could buy a dozen castles and fill all of them with sexy slave girls from the Ryloth dimension."

"Slavery is illegal in this dimension. Even if you did buy a bunch of slaves from Ryloth you would never be allowed to keep them." Dave pointed out.

"I wasn't being serious ya dingus." Mike grumbled. "Also I'm not so sure about that, I bet those highborn have all sorts of illegal stuff going on during those fancy parties."

"Probably." Dave agreed. "The Highborn get to live the life of luxury while we get stuck guarding this morgue...but it doesn't have to be a boring job" Dave reached into his pocket and pulled out a small mirror that fit in his hand comfortably. "Want to watch some inter-dimensional cable on my mirror phone? Could help us pass the last few hours of our shift. I got the unlimited data plan from my Pixetopia cable provider, this mirror is set to stream every show from every conceivable reality."

"How the hell did you afford that on our crappy salary?" Mike asked as he looked at the mirror in Dave's hand. Magic mirrors were the most common form of communication and entertainment Across nearly all dimensions. Every household had a magic mirror but few people could afford handheld ones.

"Saved up a lot of money for this...also my cousin is dating a pixie, she managed to hook me up with a sweet deal." Dave said proudly as he held the mirror in front of him. "We could watch the season five finale of Grabnar the Wanderer."

"I didn't catch the last episode." Mike stated sadly. "Is Grabnar going to get revenge on his brother for casting the spell of limited equity on him?"

"Not yet, he found the goblet of never ending credits but he discovered that the air-miles hes been earning don't count towards inter-dimensional flights. So he went off and killed a bunch of flight attendants. Then he swore he would rescue Princess Catpower from his evil brothers clutches."

"Such a great show...but we really shouldn't watch it on the job. We could get in huge trouble if the commander saw us watching cable on a mirror phone instead of protecting the morgue." Mike pointed out. "Come to think of it….have you ever been inside the morgue?"

"Why would I want to be inside of the morgue?" Dave asked as he looked behind him where the entrance to the morgue was. "Its full of dead bodies, I generally try to avoid going anywhere with dead bodies."

"Yeah but the Royal guard brought a bunch of bodies here a few weeks ago, said it was from the battle of Saint Olga's, they were going to research them or something." Mike said as he recalled seeing the royal guard wheeling in a bunch of corpses. "Usually this place holds the bodies of Highborn who need to have they're bodies specially prepared for those high class funerals. But now its stuffed with a bunch of bodies awaiting research."

"Why would we research a bunch of dead bodies?" Dave asked curiously. "I swear these royals will waste our taxes on anything."

"Well most of the bodies were from monsters that died in the school." Mike stated. "Maybe they think researching them will help find Princess Star. I have a friend who was in that battle, he said there were some crazy types of monsters. Some people are saying that creatures from the void were even used in the battle."

"Voidborn?" Dave asked incredulously. "My mom used to tell me stories about how Eclipsa used monsters from the Void and the Abyss to reinforce her evil reign. I don't put much stock in those stories, they are about as believable as the Stump on stump-day, stories meant to scare us into being good."

"Maybe." Mike replied. "But there must have been some strange creatures in that battle for them to want to research them. I'm friends with a guy who helped cart those bodies in, he says there was some strange looking monsters being stored in there."

"Interesting..." Dave thought out loud. "I used to live in a village near one of the monster reservations. Back when I was a kid I would sneak past the border to see if I could see a monster up close."

"Did you ever see one?"

"A few times." Dave said casually. "But it was a goblin reservation, everyone seen a goblin at least once. Those little guys run a ton of businesses across the multiverse."

"Yeah, those guys have branched out from Mewni pretty well." Mike said as he rubbed his chin in thought. "Wish more monsters were like them...plus goblin-dogs are awesome."

"Pain in the ass to get one though, Roy really runs you through the ringer before he sells you one."

"Yeah..."Mike agreed. "My point is aside from a few goblins its rare to see a real monster. Want to head on in and take a peek?"

"At dead monsters?" Dave questioned with shock and disgust. "No thanks, why would I want to see a bunch of dead bodies?"

"Would you rather stand around here doing nothing for the rest of our shift?" Mike asked as he gestured towards the door. "What other chances will we have to see monsters up close? Mewmans aren't allowed on reservations without express permission from the Royal family, and the monsters in the wild-lands kill Mewmans like us on sight. This might be our once chance to see an actual monster."

"Yeah but….its still weird...looking at dead bodies..."

"Ill grant you that, but at least its something to do. We still have a few hours left on our shift, might as well stretch our legs and patrol the inside of the morgue."

"We even allowed in there?"

"They gave us a set of keys." Mike pulled them out of his pocket and held the set of silver keys in front of him. "Why else would they give us keys if they didn't expect us to have to go in there?"

"If the commander walks by and sees us not at out posts..."

"We have been here for hours and no one has passed by, this palace is too huge and we are on the lowest level next to the dungeons and the laundry room. Only people I see passing by here are the jailers and the knight of the wash." Mike pointed out. "Even if he didn't see us at our posts all we have to tell him is we heard a strange noise and went off to investigate it. Which last time I checked is our job."

"Fine, but if I catch some disease or something Im blaming you." Dave grumbled as the two of them turned to the door. Mike fumbled with the keys for a bite but managed to open the large dorrs that led into the morgue. The two guardsmen were hit with a wave of cold air as they entered which sent them both to shivering.

"Wow...its freezing in here." Dave grumbled as he activated the lights, bringing light to the dark room. They were in the main hub area where morticians plied their trade. Numerous instruments and tables filled the room which was covered top to bottom in gray tile which gave the place a sterile look.

"Of course its freezing." Mike replied as he walked to the hallway that led to the body storing area. "They embalm bodies here, if it wasn't freezing them this place would stink to high heaven."

"All the more reason for us to not be in here." Dave pointed out. "I swear you get me into the dumbest situations."

"Oh whatever." Mike replied as he led the two down the hallway until they came upon the body storage room. "Here it is." He opened the door and switched on the lights which revealed a room that looked like a hurricane had swept through it.

"What the hell happened here?" Dave asked as he gazed around the room. The body trolleys which should have been neatly placed in rows were thrown around the room without rhyme or reason, several of them had been destroyed, the metal bent and broken and lying around the room in pieces.

Both guards grabbed their standard issue maces. Palace guardsmen were given a variety of weapons, their maces were the primary weapon they were to use to pacify an enemy. Their maces were enhanced to electrically shock anyone struck with them, making them the perfect weapon to bring someone down without killing them.

"Dave….where are the bodies?" Mike asked as he gazed around the room. The air in the room was nothing short of frigid and both guards could see there own breathe as they gazed around the morgue which lacked any bodies.

"They should be here, the bodies weren't meant to be moved for another week at least. No ones been in or out of here for days...something isn't right about this..." Dave walked up and looked at one of the body trolleys, it had been snapped in half roughly as if someone had torn it apart with their bare hands. "You think some of the monsters weren't completely dead? I've heard Septarians are nearly indestructible, they can regenerate from a body part as small as a finger."

"Crap..." Mike grumbled as he looked around the large room. He saw a something on the ground and approached it, he gazed down at the object and saw it was an arm, the flesh was green and frozen but he saw numerous chunks torn out of it. "Looks like...something was eating this arm...do you think something ate all the bodies?"

"There were a lot of bodies in here." Dave muttered as he looked around the enormous room. "It must have been something with a big appetite."

"I'm calling for backup." Mike grabbed a small blue communication crystal from his pocket and squeezed it tightly until it glowed, he held it up to his mouth. "This is unit five to dispatch, come in."

"This is dispatch." a female voice replied from the crystal.

"We need backup at the royal morgue, we have an intruder with a possible monster presence. I repeat there is an intruder and a possible monster presence." Mike replied into the crystal. "Requesting immediate back up."

"Understood unit five." Dispatch replied from the communication crystal. "I have sent out a general call for aid among all units in the palace, backup is incoming. Your instructions are to hold position and make sure nothing leaves the morgue."

"Understood dispatch, unit five out." Mike let go of the communication crystal and stuffed it back into his pocket. "You heard the lady we hold position and make sure nothing escapes. Have your stun mace ready."

"Screw that." Dave replied as he put away his stun mace and grabbed another weapon from his belt. The weapon was a gun made out of a bronze colored metal and was fairly tubular. It was known as a Caster gun, a weapon that shot specialized shells that were magically enchanted. The only weakness of the weapon was that only one shell could be loaded into the weapon."I'm going full lethal on whatever is in here."

"Good idea." Mike replied as he grabbed his own caster gun. "Never used one of these outside of the firing range, should be interesting."

A loud crash echoed throughout the room and both guardsmen turned to their right aiming their guns at the source of the noise. It was a door with the words lab equipment drawn onto it.

"Should we?" Mike asked as he kept his gun leveled at the door.

"Ill open it and run back, you shoot anything that comes out." Dave said as he stealthily walked up to the door. After turning the handle he pushed it open and jumped back, bringing up his gun to bear in front of him.

Neither guard opened fire, instead they stood in disbelief at what they saw. Bones and flesh littered the floor on the equipment room and in the center of it all an enormous mass of pulsating black flesh now stood.

"What the hell is that?"Mike asked as he aimed his gun at the mass of living flesh. "Is that...a mewberty cocoon?"

"I have a sister, her mewberty didn't look anything like that." Dave pointed out as he gazed at the massive black cocoon. "Although I hear the members of the royal family go through mewberty that is way more intense due to their magical abilities."

The cocoon suddenly began to shift and open itself up, revealing a face, the face had no discernible features since it was covered in thick black liquid that had the consistency of syrup.

Mike wasn't sure what to do so he used lines he had rehearsed in the guard academy for dealing with a suspect.

"Halt right there criminal scum!" Mike declared in as bold a tone as he could manage. "You have violated the law by trespassing in this restricted area! Surrender now and we will take you into custody peacefully, we will also be confiscating any contraband or stolen goods you have on your person."

The cocoon opened up even more and a the strange creature that was emerging from the cocoon opened its eyes, revealing eyes as black as night.

Seeing no reaction Dave decided to chime in. "You heard my partner, you have committed crimes against Mewni and her people. Surrender now and-" he was cut off by a blood curtailing screech that the dark figure let out, both guardsmen discharged their caster guns at the creature. Caster guns had a nearly endless amount of ammo variations due to their ability to shoot magical shells, the shells Mike and Dave loaded were enchanted to be incendiary. The two bullets impacted the cocoon and ignited the room causing a massive explosion that sent both guardsmen flying back into the main room of the morgue.

Dave was face down on the ground trying to regain his bearings while Mike stood up and looked at the destruction. The room was smoking as magical blue flames spread out from the impact site. Mike squinted his eyes and saw a figure stepping out from the destruction.

The figure was female and extremely tall, easily over nine feet. Silver hair cascaded down her head and her features were sharp and feral. Her arms ended in claws that looked like they could tear steel apart and behind her an enormous red tail swept back and forth. The thing that stood out most about the figure were her cheeks which had red glowing marks in the shape of clubs adorned upon them.

While Mike was stunned and unable to react to what he was seeing, Dave had managed to pick himself up and load another shell into his caster gun. He quickly aimed and fired another round at the creature. The shell didn't explode with fire, seeing how ineffective fire was Dave had loaded his caster gun with a shell with an ice enchantment. Ice exploded from the shell and covered the creature and most of the room in frigid frost. Both guards let out a breath of relief when they saw the horrible creature frozen in the middle of what appeared to be a miniature glacier, but the momentary relief dissipated when the Ice began to crack.

"Screw this!" Mike yelled as he offered Dave his arm."Lets get the hell out of here!" He hefted his fellow guardsmen up and both of them ran for the door. They barged through the door and ran as fast as they could until they reached the entrance to the morgue, they both ran out and found themselves fact to face with numerous guardsmen and knights outside the morgue, at the head of the soldiers was none other then the captain of the Royal Guard Artoria Mcknight.

"We have to get out of here!" Mike yelled as he and Dave tried to get past the assembled guards. They were both restrained by imposing knights who held the guardsmen by the arms.

Artoria Mcknight strode up to the two of them. "Cease that cowards talk!" She ordered angrily. "As long as you wear those colors you will act as brave soldiers of the Butterfly family!" She pointed at the guardsmen tabards which bore the colors and sigil of the Butterfly family. "Now where is this intruder who dares tread upon within the palaces walls?"

"Its right behind us!" Dave yelled as he continued to struggle against the knights who held him. "We unloaded on it and it just kept coming! Its unstoppable."

"Honor and valor will win out against any monster." Artoria declared, undeterred by the guardsmen warnings. "Everyone pair up two by two, I want shields in front, spears behind, and-" Her orders were cut off by the morgues entrance doors flying off its hinges. The metal door slammed into several knights and guards and sent them flying back. All the other soldiers drew their weapons and looked towards the battered remains of the morgues entrance.

The monster stood hunched over like a feral beast waiting to pounce, its yellow eyes scanned the mass of soldiers in front of it.

"Surrender now enemy of the crown!" Artoria ordered as she drew her sword and pointed it and the monster. "I am Artoria Mcknight of the Mcknight family! I am the captain of the royal guard and shield of the Butterfly family! Know that you face a dozen seasoned knights and guardsmen who have sworn their lives to protect Mewni and its people. Surrender now and you will be shown mercy, resist and be destroyed!"

"Butterfly..." The monster growled as it locked its eyes on Artoria. "Like Star Butterfly…"

Before anyone could reply the monster was on them, moving at superhuman speeds that the eyes could barely follow. The sounds of battle filled the air and battle cry's and screams of pain rang out in equal measure.

Dave had been knocked down along with Mike after the fighting broke out. Dave saw Mike on the ground laying unconscious next to him. He got up and hefted his friend over his shoulder and ran from the fighting down the palaces halls. He heard screams and the sounds of battle behind him.

He never looked back.


Authors note

Why have I been gone so long? I had to move from one state to another. That might sound easy but I previously lived in Hawaii, and I moved to Oregon which entailed crossing a massive ocean filled with sharks and god knows what else. I also had to get a new place to live and get a new job which has me working six days a week, so on my one day off all I want to do is sleep and play skyrim.

Sorry if this chapter is messy and has errors, I don't have the energy to go through and correct it again. It took all my willpower just to write the damn thing. My writing skills have probably gotten rusty. If your interested in being a beta/editor, send me a PM, I'm too busy to edit my own work.

I wanted to put more points of view into this chapter but it was already pushing 11,000 words.

Some might wonder why I wrote such an extensive POV about Mike and Dave, two Ocs instead of focusing on Star and Marco more. I wanted to write about two average mewmans to flesh out more about Mewni and the world I'm building. Also writing two random characters was fun.

References, there were many, some obvious, some obscure. Mike and Dave arent completely OC. They were based on characters of the same name from a machinima series called Civil Protection, made by the same guy who made the Freemans Mind series.

I've received messages from readers, many of them were positive or people simply asking me when the next chapter is out. Others were saying that the story is too slow and Marco should have been rescued star and brought her to earth by now. I understand my story is slow going and there are scenes that could be cut out to make the plot move faster. But I want a story that's believable, I want the characters to interact and grow and develop relationships based on events in the story. That takes time, If you want a story where Marco is a badass knight that rescues star in two chapters and goes back to earth and bangs all the girls in his school...go write it, and send me a link because I think I would enjoy reading it. But that's not the type of story that I'M writing.

Also I love your suggestions and Ideas but keep in mind I wont always use them. Im writing a story that I want to tell, letting readers sway my decisions too much will only muddy the waters of the story. Im not saying dont send me suggestions, but keep in mind that Im very much writing the story that I want to tell.

Also one person accused me of making Marco a weeaboo and OP he even accused me of being a weeaboo...Do you even watch the cartoon? Dude Karate chops monsters twice his size without breaking a sweat, hella OP. As for his Weeaboo thing...He goes to karate-con, loves ninjas...if that isn't a bit weebish I don't know what is. Also in the original concept for the show Marco was named Sol and he walked around wearing karate robes all the time and he was obsessed with dragon ball Z. No joke, go look it up.

Well...that's a long rant over with. I have no clue when the next chapter will be done, Im a busy person so...until next time folks. Hope you enjoy the chapter.