*Camera turns back on.*
*Kyle is sitting in the same chair Connor was using for fishing. Except he was reading a Meeting People magazine.*
Kyle: *To himself: "Make sure to change up your appearance every now and then. It can be as simple as wearing a hat or sporting a pair of fashionable glass."*
*Kyle looks at the Veteran Ranger armor he is wearing and then checks his Pipboy. He turns one of the knobs and gets a hat and pair of glasses from the Pipboy's storage.*
*After getting them on, Kyle gives a little smile as he goes back to reading.*
*MarkMartinMagma walks into the camera's view, holding a somewhat big wooden box with both of his hands.*
MarkMartinMagma: *Places box on the ground as he says to Kyle, "Looking sharper than normal, Mr. Sevon."
Kyle: *After a quick glance to see Mark, he looks back down at the magazine saying, "Thanks...So… What is in the box, Triple M?"
MarkMartinMagma: "Just a new set of equipment for the group I'm forming. In fact, I came by to give you the set meant for you."
Kyle: *Still reading, "Sorry, not interested...I know you got something planned with that group of yours to deal with Ice's group of "Karma Riders" or whatever."
MarkMartinMagma: "It's "Kamen Rider", Sevon."
Kyle: "I know… I'm just saying with the way you been acting recently, they may as well be paying you back for your Karma."
MarkMartinMagma: "Hmm… Well, thanks for that info. But seriously, you gotta check the equipment I got."
Kyle: *Putting the magazine down on the chair after he gets up, he mumbles, "Fine, let's hurry this up."
*MarkMartinMagma opens up the box and yanks out a outfit and two weapons. No wait, make it three weapons.*
MarkMartinMagma: "Here's your set meant for you."
*The outfit looks normal… about as normal it does for a blue military vest with white undershirt and greenish pants with large dark black shoes. The weapons was what really stood out.*
*The first weapon Kyle gets to examine is a pistol. The gun looks to be a 45. Auto pistol from when he went to Zion… but it felt different when he held in his hands. The other weapons were something unique...*
*They were two identical submachine guns that had large clips attached to the guns. And they also felt a bit off as well when Kyle held them in his hands.*
MarkMartinMagma: "So, what do you think?"
Kyle: "Is there anything else that makes this equipment unique besides the weapons and clothes?"
MarkMartinMagma: *Looks around him, spotting no one else. He whispers to Kyle, "Yeah, the shoes got a little trick to go with them."*
*MarkMartinMagma picks up one of the shoes and inserts his hand inside the shoe. A small knife springs out in the front of the shoe.*
Kyle: "Okay...Am I seeing things right? The shoes…"
MarkMartinMagma: *Still whispering " have knifes hidden inside them...A secret trick for combat."*
Kyle: "So, what is the name for this particular set of equipment that you want me to use in your little group called?"
MarkMartinMagma: "The "Trevor Spacey" set. I thought it was fitting for you given the combat range you stick to."
Kyle: *Stares at Mark for a bit before saying, "Well...My point about not joining your group still stands. So, do me a favor and stop trying to get me to join."
MarkMartinMagma: "C'mon, I spent a lot of money getting this sent here…"
Kyle: "Look, I'm not going to join for one simple reason. If I get involved, I may have to fight the one person I don't want to fight at all… Aria."
MarkMartinMagma: *With a confused tone, "Why are you worried about her? She isn't a Kamen Rider…"
Kyle: "Except she is one now. While you did whatever you were doing, I bumped into her after you threw Ice and Emperor Mitchell away. She found one of those belt thingamjings and turned into... Karm...No.. "Kamen Rider Wiseman". I don't know what Aria can do while she is like that, but I do know she doesn't need that to shoot those big laser like lightning beams of death at me if you make me fight her. So, that's why I refuse to participate."
MarkMartinMagma: *Remains silent as he thinks out what to say. He comes up with, "I...think that is fine…You can do that. I'll… let you know a little something before I ask one more time for you to join."
Kyle: "And what it is?"
MarkMartinMagma: "I overheard Aria talking to Ice a few days ago. She said that Veronica was annoying her a lot and asked Ice to remove her from our studio. Ice agreed, except she had to convince you to get involved. And given what you told me, it seems they plan to use the "Kamen Rider" group to do the deed. That's why I am making my group, to help keep Veronica in the studio, and by extension you."
*MarkMartinMagma: *In his mind "Man, that was a tough lie to say out loud."*
Kyle: *The look he gave Mark said that he really didn't trust what he was hearing. He ended up saying, "Unless you got proof, what you just said to me is one of the worst lies I ever heard."
MarkMartinMagma: *He says, "Trust me, it's real." as he pulls out a recording device from one of his pockets.*
*Before Kyle could even ask, MarkMartinMagma pushes a button on the device and some recording plays. Both men hear Aria and Ice's voices, saying exactly what Mark was talking about. It goes on till they stop talking.*
Kyle: *Shocked at what he just heard, "No way… there's… no way it's true."
MarkMartinMagma: *Pockets the recording device* "You said you wanted proof, so I gave it to ya. I apologize for any emotions you are feeling right now… But it's what I had to do."
Kyle: *Still in shock, "I... still can't believe I just heard that… I'll join, but I'm doing this solely for Veronica."
MarkMartinMagma: "Thanks...I'll hand over the set if you want it…"
*Kyle grabs the equipment set out of Mark's hands before he could finish his sentence.
Then he places the set near the chair, before sitting back down to continue reading.*
MarkMartinMagma: "By the way, keep this between you and me for the time being. If you have to tell Veronica, make sure to tell me, so I can bring the evidence along, okay?"
Kyle: *In a odd half-schocked, half-bitter tone, "I will...By the way, If… it turns out to be a big lie, you are going to regret lying to me."
MarkMartinMagma: "Then I have nothing to worry about, because the evidence I have is real."
*The two men stop talking. Mark opens up the box again and pulls out two sets of equipment and lays them out on the ground. Kyle goes back to reading his magazine, holding it up to cover his face.*
*The duo miss a tiny blue flash nearby. In another room…*
Kamen Rider Wiseman: *grows back to full-size, pockets the Small and Teleport Rings* *tearfully* "Damn you Triple-M...Damn you, you...fucking...liar!" *clenches fist* *angrily, but still tearfully* "I'll get you for this...you're going to pay…"
Kamen Rider Dark Kiva: "I take it that means you'll help us?" *comes out of the shadows with Saga*
Kamen Rider Wiseman: *nods* "Yes, I will...Triple-M needs to pay for this…"
Kamen Rider Saga: "And he will...but first…" *holds up the IXA Belt* "...We need to give a gift to Chrom…" *scene freezes*
*To be Continued…*
Chapter 7: Blazing Arrival
(Connor Thomas' Point of View)
Some time later, inside the Ptolemaic Base...
Looking around the massive room I was in, I... Man, I can't believe they have that here…
A spaceship shaped like a train inside this hanger… And it looks like the ship is fully upgraded.
The longer I look at it, I get this feeling I know where that ship is from. Until I finally connect the dots.
It was the ship I was using when I played that game… the one called…"Star Bend"… or was it " Sun Round"?
Oh.. wait, I should be doing something else right about now. I left the hanger to do what I was supposed to do.
I wandered down the base, looking for the room I woke up in. After getting some help with directions, I found it.
The moment I opened the door, The room was completely different from before. The platform in the middle was gone, replaced with an ornate wooden desk and chair with a futuristic computer on top the desk. The pillars were also missing and in their place was furniture more befitting a study or den. The same aesthetic applied to the remaining parts of the room while having a few bookshelves as well.
Guess the Ptolemaic Army has a bit of variety in mind when not making every room feel like a metal box...
Well… better get to work.
I sat down in the chair, turning on the computer. As it loaded up, I looked around the room one more time, before I heard a female voice saying something.
"Greetings, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dresen." The voice said coming from the computer.
Great… another A.I to worry about now….
"Call me Connor instead, whoever you are…"
The voice responded back with, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Zeldane, your personal A.I assistant."
"Why are you my assistant? I didn't even ask for one…" I said
"General Relly ordered that the R&D department make a assistant for you, even if you didn't need one. They said it was necessary given your circumstances when you arrived." Zeldane stated.
Hmm... that would help with getting me caught up, especially with the way my mind is acting right now.
"Okay… So Zeldane, is this computer connected to the base's computer network?" I asked, hoping she give me the answer I was looking for.
"No, this computer is outside of the computer network for the base. Anything in here is meant for your eyes only and myself. No one else has access unless you allow it," Zeldane answered back.
Perfect. That meant I could continue with the plan I had in mind…
"Zeldane, I'm going to insert this removable drive onto the computer. I need you to transfer its data over and organize it into a file I can read from. Can you do that?" I said as I inserted the drive containing the factory, armor, and weapon schematics.
"Yes, I can." Zeldane said as she followed the orders given to her.
A minute or two passed, and on the computer screen, a file marked "Organized Schematics" appeared.
I opened the file and began reading...
An hour later...
I was still reading through the file till I took a break. There was a lot of designs and plans in there that could improve the Ptolemaic Army tremendously.
The same could also be said for the amount of equipment that I didn't want them to use… at all. If I ran into anything I felt fell into that "category", I got Zeldane to move to a different folder marked "DO NOT USE".
So far, I had to remove a very large chunk of schematics belonging to something called the "Tau", almost one half of the schematics used in the "Imperial Guard" group, and about a third for the schematics belonging to the Imperium of Avalon. Those were sent to the appropriate file.
And I wasn't even halfway done before I stopped.
Then I heard a knock at the door. I thought it was General Relly, but I was wrong.
As soon as the door opened, I saw Trevor's armor walk into the room. I ended up saying, "Hey buddy, whoever told you to put that on and walk in here, tell them it was a dumb idea. Now, get out of here, you are interrupting my work."
A familiar voice spoke back saying, "Sorry Connor. I was testing this armor to see if it was still working." The voice belonged to Zeldane.
"Zeldane… You are actually controlling that armor by yourself? " I said aloud, somewhat confused at what I was experiencing.
"Yes I am. It's one of the many things I can do thanks to the method used to construct me to be as efficient and helpful as possible." Zeldane said.
I wanted to know what she meant, so I asked, "What was the method they used to make you?"
"Umm... It was done by… merging the A.I inside this armor and the armor that belonged to Mark Zhots. The two A.I had to be… edited to complete the process. After that, I was made." She said, despite struggling to explain at certain points.
Her words got me to think, especially about the armor… then an idea popped in my head.
A very risky idea…
"Zeldane, is the armor that Mark Zhots was wearing still around?" I asked.
Zeldnae retorted with a rather depressing, "No. The armor is currently being scrapped for a project."
Well… there goes that plan… Maybe I should do something else…
Then like that, a memory popped into my head and…
"Uh, Connor. Is everything alright? You don't…" Zeldane tried to say before I interrupted with, "Look like I normally do? Don't worry, everything is going to be alright."
"Tell General Relly to meet with me in 5 minutes. We need to plan out a little "negotiation" with one of the groups on this planet." I said, in a voice that was not my own.
(Daniel Mitchell's Point of View)
Alright...finished organizing things with the new arrivals. The Ethereal from before, whom I've taken to calling 'Venat', due to reminding me of the Final Fantasy XII character of the same name, went to deal with its people.
Right now, only Amaris is with me, while we try to figure out what to do about everything that's going on...hopefully, nothing else occurs-
Wait...my comlink? "Hello...are you there, Daniel?" Mark?!
"Silence your lips before we force them shut." Alright, who the heck is thi- "Listen very carefully. If you wish to see Mark Zhots and Trevor Levon again, head to these coordinates in the next hour."
Ah, hell...and this is leading to a plateau to the south...the same one holding the ruins Mark and Trevor were going to…"Also, make sure to show up in person, Daniel. They will be disposed of and never seen again if you fail to accomplish that. Otherwise, follow that and we will release them back to you and be on our way. You have 1 hour starting right now." Now the transmission is cut.
...Ok, turning to Amaris. "...Let's get going, we'll contact everyone on the way."
She's nodding at me. Alright… … ...time to get to work...
Almost one hour later…
Alright, we're in a Mobile Anti-Aircraft Weapons Platform M510 Siegework/Ultra-Heavy, or 'Mammoth', and we're being escorted by a couple squadrons of Javelin Attack Speeders and Type-48 Light Assault Gun Carriages, along with a couple Predator Tanks. Some distance behind, us is Sturnn, Farsight, and Venat with a good portion of their forces (leaving just enough back in the capital of Nocturne to hold the line, but bringing more than enough with us to back us up should something go wrong).
We're almost to the rendezvous point, with the ruins in the distance…
...There appear to be an APC and some motorcycles heading that way...the APC is unloading...there's Mark...and...why're they letting Trevor keep his armor...looks like there's some other guys there… … ...and who's that guy there...alright, we're here. The others are showing up behind me, visible from the nearby hills and mountains...should make sure these guys think twice about trying to pull a fast one on us...
"You have some time left before a hour passes. Now would be the time to appear, Daniel, before we take these two back."
Smirking...appearing on top of the Mammoth...but now wearing an armor suit given to me by my new allies...ones who weren't here… … ...yet...The armor was massive, with thick plating, massive shoulders, and even sufficiently protected the head from harm, the helmet only showing from the front, a massive bulwark of armor protecting the helmet from the back. My smirk drops just before I remove the helmet. "I'm right here…" I growl out.
Looks like things are going well...Mark's smiling...
The guy's staring at me… … ..."He has kept his side of the bargain. Release the prisoners now."
...Those guards are moving away from Mark and Trevor, giving them a chance to take a few steps forward. Looks like things are going-...what's wrong with Mark?
...Mark's fidgeting a bit...what's happening to him?! Dammit, smoke! Now another voice! "Now, let's get down to the real reason why we are here."
Dammit! Getting my helmet back on!
Smoke's clear...it's that Platinum Face mask! That's it…"GET OVER HERE!" I call into the comm, as my forces that were waiting near the hills and mountains begin approaching.
Now the guy's saying, "Now, now. Keep your anger in check. We need to discuss something important, but first. Breaking his calm tone, "SEND IN THE ARMY!"
That one guy is now talking into his earpiece...why is the ground shaking? DAMMIT! A large collection of tanks, soldiers, mechs, and…giant Stone Turtles?! Whatever, they're heading towards the APC.
...Mask-boy's removing his mask, before returning back to that calm tone again, "Oh, there was one more thing I had to do. Zeldane, activate the music." he points towards Trevor, and...a female voice? "Activating music now."
Start playing Music Track: Wario Stage Theme - Mario Super Sluggers OST.
...Eye...twitching...this music…it's...and...even his underlings are following along?! "...Seriously? You're going with that?"
Now he's talking, saying, "Yes, I am. I thought the music could lighten the mood. However... " He points at Zeldane, which makes the music suddenly stop.
Stop Music Track
The guy's switching tones again, this time, one way more serious..."We can just attack you right now and make sure to everyone working for you dies. Even the ones back at your undercity. So, how do you want this to go? I hope you keep things civil, Daniel."
...Oh, he's done it now! With my voice a very vehement snarl…"...Strike from the skies, brothers…" Snapping my fingers...as my own music begins to play.
*Music Track: "We Are One, Space Marines Remix (Shorter Version)" by Triarii*
A deep rumbling begins to sounds, as the sound of something massive falling sounds. Smirking… … …
The Angels of Death of the Cryptic Dragons Chapter, Successor Chapter of the Salamanders, come…
The pods slam into the ground in time, for their inhabitants to come out, chanting in sync with the song.
"We are the Guards of the New World Order.
We are the Soldiers, the Legion of Light.
We are the Center, the Depth of the Sun.
Fire and Flame, We are one!
We are the Guards of the New World Order.
We are the Soldiers, the Legion of Light.
We are the Center, the Depth of the Sun.
Fire and Flame, We are one!"
I smirk, as more pods drop...and even decide to join in by saying the next part. As I do so, a pair of pods drop nearby, practically flanking the Mammoth.
"They shall be my finest warriors...these men who give of themselves to me…
In great armor I shall clad them, and with the mightiest weapons, they will be armed…
They shall have such tactics, strategies, and machines, that no foe will best them in battle…
They are my bulwark against terror…
They are the defenders of humanity…
They are my Space Marines…
And they...shall know no fear…"
"We are the Guards of the New World Order.
We are the Soldiers, the Legion of Light.
We are the Center, the Depth of the Sun.
Fire and Flame, We are one!"
The pods open, revealing a pair of massive, boxy Dreadnoughts.
"We are the Guards of the New World Order.
We are the Soldiers, the Legion of Light.
We are the Center, the Depth of the Sun.
Fire and Flame, We are one!"
*End Track*
A massive figure, the individual who met with me earlier, Chapter Master Neodek Sharriar of the Cryptic Dragons, is now standing by my side. He was MASSIVE, and wore a set of Artificer Armor, with a brown-maroon tabard and a similarly-colored cape. He wielded a black Chainsword and a Plasma Pistol, and had various grenades on his belt. He also sported a bionic left eye. Like his fellow Cryptic Dragons, he sported colors similar to the Salamanders, but their shoulders were dark green, not black, and the lower limbs were the same brown-maroon as his tabard and cape.
Now to finish my show. "As you can see...I also had something waiting in the wings…"
The guy...doesn't even flinch at all, after seeing the arrival of the Space Marines. He just responses with, "OVERKILL DIVISION! GET READY!"
...A very large group of elite soldiers appear, deactivating their steal mode, all sporting a lot of really good weapons and armors from… … ...oh those FUCKERS! THAT'S MY STUFF! All of it looks to be aimed at me...and they look ready to fire.
The guy speaks up once more, this time back in the calm tone again, "I ask again, Daniel. Do you wish to talk it or fight it out? I'm open to the first option, which is clearly the better of the two for you."
I snarl. "I'm still not pleased with what you did to Lia...and I still want to know what happened to Mark and Trevor…"
The guy just says, "Well… it seems you want you to talk… I'll start explaining everything since you want to know.."
"I don't know what my virus did to her, but know that It was not meant to harm her. If things work out, I'll have my boys help you with whatever is inflicting her."
The guy's now actually changing his expression to look disappointed with what he has to say...Why do I have a bad feeling? "As for Mark and Trevor…They aren't around anymore... due to some rather "disagreeable" circumstances that I would not allow, but happen before I showed up here. I know that they offered to help you and I want to make sure it's not wasted."
Despite everything going on around him, he puts one of his arms forward, saying in a very honest tone, "I'm going to offer you my ENTIRE army and myself to make up for what ever happened. I hope you take it because I don't want to really fight you, here and now."
Looking at his hand...and him…"...Just like that? There's still a lot we need to discuss first...like the infiltration of my city...and there's still the issue with Lia...I don't know how you see AIs, but she's like a sister to me...and having a computer virus attack her, in my eyes, is like, if she were human, taking her and injecting her with a syringe of the common cold."
Now the guy responds back in the same tone with, "Consider the infiltration to be a demonstration of my skills. I did that by myself, and while I do regret with what happened, I apologize once again.
And like I said before, I'll make sure she recovers, even if I have to get involved myself."
...Now the guy's voice is cracking, getting a bit nervous as he says, " Please… Just accept the deal. I don't want anyone here to die. I, Connor Thomas, will support you as much as I can, If you allow it."
Staring at him...staring… … ...sighing…"...Very well...but I'm keeping an eye on you…"
He's pulling his arm back before saying, "SOLDIERS! PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!"
Sighing with relief. "SOLDIERS! STAND DOWN!"
Connor says one last thing, before smiling. "Thank you for accepting my support. You won't regret it, I promise."
*The camera turns back on.
*MarkMartinMagma is sitting on the ground, near the box reading a Salesmen Weekly magazine. Kyle was still sitting on the chair, this time reading a Fixin' Things magazine
*The scene is quiet until Connor charges into the room, screaming as he tries to tackle MarkMartinMagma to the ground.*
*Mark just holds his hand out, stopping Connor as he collides with said hand.*
MarkMartinMagma: "Connor, just stop already. I'm sorry for what I did."
Connor: *Still a bit angry, "I understand, but I really want to get some payback for what you did."
MarkMartinMagma: *Sighs before getting up saying, "Fine, just do whatever you want already so we can move on."*
Connor: *Quicky says, "Thanks", before slapping him in the face as hard as he can.*
*Mark takes the hit, moving back a bit as he feels the pain. He remains silent before saying, "Good?"
Connor: "Good."
*Things go back to being quiet as Mark shows Connor the set of equipment meant for him.*
MarkMartinMagma: "So, this is the "Clark" set, which comes with the standard pistol and clothes. In addition, you got the rifle and the weapon it carries and this little device."
*Mark grabs a small rectangular device with a blue button on it. He presses the button and a large red barrel with the words "DANGER" written on it appears in front of them.*
MarkMartinMagma: *Grabs the barrel and throws it as he says, "Just pick it up and chuck it at whoever you are fighting and let things happen."*
*The red barrel flies past Kyle, going further and further away, before it hits the ground and explodes. Kyle puts down the magazine to look behind to see what happened and then goes back to reading.*
Connor: *Looks impressed as he says "Just like the way it was done in the games."*
MarkMartinMagma: *Gathers the set in his hands and hands it over to Connor saying, "It's all yours. Just make sure to wear it for tomorrow, okay?"*
Connor: "Well… thanks… And yeah, I'll wear tomorrow."
MarkMartinMagma: *Looks towards Kyle saying, "Same thing I want you to do, Mr. Sevon. And make sure to tell your fellow Wastelanders to do the same okay?"*
Kyle: *Not putting the magazine down retorts with, "Fine. I'll do that after I'm doing reading this."*
*Mark starts heading off, before Connor stops him by saying, "What about this set of equipment you left on the ground?"*
MarkMartinMagma: *Realizes he almost forgot something as he says, "Oh yeah, I just remembered I ordered my own set of equipment as well."*
*As Mark gets the equipment off the ground and placing his magazine in one of his pockets, Connor asks, "So, what character is your set based on, Mark?"
MarkMartinMagma: "If I remember correctly, this should be the "Ralf" set. I can explain what it has, but I'll hold on that to show it off till tomorrow.
*Mark mutters a quick, "See you guys later." before he heads off for good this time.
Connor: *Looks towards Kyle saying, "Well… I'll be going as well." before he leaves as well.
*Kyle finishes reading and looks around to see that he was by himself. He pockets the magazine and picks up the chair and leaves the room with it.*
*Meanwhile, elsewhere in the studio*
Chrom: "So...Maribelle, why are we here again?"
Maribelle: "Because we need to knock Markma-I mean 'Triple-M', down a...what was the phrase? 'Peg or two'? Right, that's it...anyways, you said you wanted to help with that, so…"
Kamen Rider Saga: "We're gonna help with that." *Appears from the shadows with Kamen Rider Dark Kiva and Kamen Rider Wiseman.*
Kamen Rider Wiseman: *sniffs* "Triple-M just lied to Kyle to turn him against m-Us...So, Triple-M needs to go down…"
Kamen Rider Dark Kiva: "Yeah...we can't let this go on...the time to strike is now…"
Amaris: "I agree…" *walks in, Ghost Driver around her waist* "He hasn't done anything to me...but after seeing what he's done to you all… … ...I can't take that laying down…"
Ghost Driver: "EYE! Batchiriminā! Batchiriminā! Batchiriminā! Kaigan: Ore! Let's Go! Kakugo! Gho-Gho-Gho-Ghost! GO! GO! GO! GO!"
Chrom: "I get it, but how can I help? I'm not a Rider-"
Kamen Rider Saga: *Tosses the IXA Belt and Knuckle to Chrom* "And now you are...put it on, get a feel for it…"
Chrom: *Nods* "So…" *puts the Belt on* "...How do I do it?"
Kamen Rider Dark Kiva: "Take the IXA Knuckle in your right hand, and hit it into your left palm. Then, affix it to the IXA Belt in the proper spot...it'll do the rest...OH! And say 'Henshin!' before putting the Knuckle onto the belt, it'll help psyche you up!"
Chrom: *nods* "...Alright…" *Takes the IXA Knuckle, holds it like a set of knuckles, and hits it into his left palm.*
IXA System: R-E-A-D-Y!
Chrom: "...Henshin!" *affixes the IXA Knuckle onto the IXA Belt*
IXA System: F-I-S-T O-N!
*An image appears in front of Chrom, turning into an image that looks like armor; the image approaching Chrom before overlaying him, turning into the armor. The helmet then opens up, revealing two red bug eyes, and unleashing a flare around the armor.*
Kamen Rider Ixa: "Woah!"
Kamen Rider Saga: "Welcome to the group, Ixa."
Kamen Rider Dark Kiva: "Great...maybe now we can stand a chance against Triple-M…"
*nearby, watching the Kamen Riders*
Venat: *quietly so only he himself can hear* "Not on your own, you don't… … ...but remember…" *pulls out a thin brown box, with a golden phoenix symbol on it* "...Hope Doesn't Ride Alone…" *teleports away*
