Author's Note:
Hi, everybody! I hope you're all having a great summer. After a grueling year at school, I can now rest easy and work on the story again. I hope this chapter has turned out okay. I think the scene with Machina and the gang should have been expanded more, but oh well. I still am toying with ideas on how to expand the story and many of them are very good. I think you'll see some interesting twists and turns as time goes on. Also I am planning to introduce some of Hamsterveil's experiments in the next chapter and to also flesh out their abilities and personalities a bit.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything other than the name Team Legacy and my OCs. All other characters belong to their respective authors.
Chapter 10 – Realizations
"Get… away you…" Machina was tossing and turning in his sleep. "Stop… that…!
Machina Stitch's POV:
I was in a black space with a lady with a white face, black eyes, a stitched mouth, a black dress, long black hair, and long black cat-like nails scratching at my face.
"Stop that! It freaking hurts!" I growled at her but I was unable to move.
"It's… coming… don't trust… him…" the lady whispered in a raspy, demonic voice.
"What's coming!? Who shouldn't I trust!? Why should I trust you!?" I growled, holding my face.
"Are… you… ready!?" She then pushed me over the edge of a cliff that I had no idea was there.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I yelled, covering my eyes.
Normal POV:
"Gah!" Machina gasped as he woke up from his nightmare in a cold sweat. He looked around. He had been sleeping on top of the complex as opposed to inside.
"Small closed spaces…" he had muttered. "I hate them!" Not that anyone had heard him.
"Dang… what a nightmare!" he muttered, clutching his face. It felt like a 70-foot EVO had punched his face and then spat acid on it. Right at that moment, a longneck walked in front of him, looked him in the eye, and then left.
"What the…?" he stammered in disbelief as he stared at the spot where he had just seen the creature.
The only longneck he had seen was Littlefoot… and he had brown skin and reddish brown eyes. Not blue skin and purple eyes. He would have to ask Littlefoot if he knew who he/she was.
He then moved his paw and was mildly surprised when he discovered blood. He then grabbed a hand mirror from his backpack and saw 3 red marks on his face. One was going between his eyes and skipped his nose and mouth. The other two were on his cheeks, skipping his eyes.
"Holy…!" he then remembered his dream with the lady who scratched his face.
"What…?" he mumbled, sliding down the wall and landing with a small thump. He didn't worry too much about the scratches; his nanites would take care of them, but he was certain that they would leave some scars.
"Might as well ask him…" he muttered as he walked over to where he thought Littlefoot was.
"Grrr!" Habbitraile growled as he stared at a series of experiments. One looked like Angel but she had gold fur with blue on her back and stomach. She had a spear next to her and gave her creator an impatient stare.
The next one looked like Reuben but he was rust red with black highlights on his arms and his legs.
The 3rd looked like Stitch and was mainly purple with gold on his chest, around his eyes, and on his forearms. He had white shoulders and a white ring on his legs, just above his feet. He gave Habbitraile a glare.
"Hurry up!" he growled. "We're getting bored in here!"
"What's going on!?" Jen walked in as she did an akimbo and glared at the mad scientist.
"No matter how many attempts I make, my experiments always come out with different powers than that blue showoff of an experiment!" Habbitraile exclaimed in frustration as he threw up his arms.
"Did you try using Machina's DNA?" Dark walked in with a sort of 'duh' look.
"What?" Habbitraile inquired with a puzzled look.
"Seeing as you're Hamsterviel's brother, I thought you would have figured it out by now," Dark sighed. "An EVO's powers and mutations are controlled by the amount of nanites within the host body and their DNA patterns."
"Hmm…" Habbitraile began to think. "Very well. If you have a sample of DNA from Machina Stitch… that is what he goes by, right? Anyway, I will use it."
"What's he doing up?" Hope said looking to her right. The small group looked over and saw Machina Stitch with his paws in his pockets with a rather shocked expression on his face.
"I have no clue. He doesn't seem to be the type to wake up in the middle of the night," Littlefoot said, casting a small glare in his direction.
"I wonder what he's doing? Why is he up?" Lee pondered.
"Look at his face! You don't think…!?" Hope gasped as she gaped at the deep scars etched on his face.
"He does look scared. At the least shocked," Rhonda pointed out.
Just then, the air suddenly turned cold yet moist as a thick fog hovered over them. Machina shivered slightly as he sniffed the air for anything suspicious. Then he flickered his ear to see a group of small, white glowing orbs floating near him. As the orbs got closer to him, they circled around him slowly and boxed him in, creating a ghostly ring that trapped him inside.
Then he was levitated into the air with the orbs now glowing brilliantly and shining its light on him.
"Hey, what are you doing? Hey!" Machina yelled. "Where are you taking me!?"
"To the truth of this world…" a collection of voices echoed as the winds picked up speed and the sky grew darker and gloomier.
"You mean, why it's a dead-end wasteland?" Machina pondered, panting slightly from being so high up.
"Yes. The truth is below your feet."
"You mean, underground?" Machina sighed as he wiped his face. "I'll try not to disturb everyone. Dominion Control!"
"What!?" The group yelled when they looked away for a second and saw a hole in the ground where Machina had vanished.
"What…? How…?" Rhonda stuttered as she tried to recover from the shock of what she had seen.
"I think that teleportation power has a second use." Littlefoot surmised. "I think it can stop time."
It was then that the orbs teleported inside an abandoned and decrepit laboratory and it hurtled Machina onto the ground. Machina then grunted as he got to his feet and turned to see the orbs. However, they have disappeared. Machina then scoffed as he started to examine his surroundings.
"A lab!? Not very well kept." he noted as he brushed himself and started to explore the area.
Heavy pieces of machinery were strewn about with a large computer in the left corner. On the back wall was what Machina identified as stasis chambers. And all over the floor, water had leaked in and the walls had plants covering them.
"Not well kept at all," he mused as he walked over to the computer. "Huh. Still active. Who would've thought?" he said to himself with a shrug and paused. "I need to stop talking to myself," he said to himself again with a shake of his head.
He tapped the keyboard and a window opened up, with information on what had happened.
"WHAT!?" He gasped in shock when he read what had happened all those years ago.
"North Korea and South Korea went to war with one another with Israel and Iran. Because China was in league with North Korea, the States went to war with both countries. This resulted in several aerial and ground battles. South Korea eventually lost and merged with North Korea to form the United Republic of Korea.
The economy fell apart and the infrastructure fell along with it. Much of the population starved to death and crime rate rose to unimaginable levels. As a result, many people began to kill one another, severely decreasing the population.
The U.S.A. then broke out into civil war where millions more people died. The wealthiest citizens then sold the remains of the country to their enemies. The villains, under the auspices of The Super League Of Villains, gained so much political power that they were able to take over the presidency and they implemented a policy that initiated nationwide program to eliminate all superheroes. Many superhero families were murdered as a result and those that survived the raids were taken to Washington and other big cities like New York and Los Angeles to be slaves.
When nuclear weapons were unveiled, a nuclear war broke out, decimating most of the survivors. Among the heaviest casualties was Salem, due to a weakened defense system. What remained of the human race was all but wiped out completely and the only descendants that remained were those of alien blood and those of other species. To this day there are only but fewer than 50 human beings alive, with most of them elderly."
"What!?" he heard a series of cries behind him as he turned to see Rhonda and the others enter the lab. Chuckie had a frightened expression on his face as Lee was shaking slightly from what she had heard and Rhonda's eyes were popping out in terror.
Machina sighed. "Yeah. Sorry, guys. Especially to those who came from Salem."
"…No! I don't…" Julie stuttered as she shook her head vehemently.
"One thing I have to ask you," Rhonda said.
"Shoot," Machina gave her a glance.
"Why are you up? And why are you down here?"
"First of all, you said ONE question. Second, I could ask the same."
"I asked first,"
"And now I'm asking."
"Are you asking for a fight!?"
"Stop it you two!" Lee shouted.
"STAY OUT OF IT, LEE!" The two both shouted.
"ENOUGH!" Lee shouted as she transformed into her experiment form and sent a psionic burst at Machina, sending him flying into the wall.
"You want to get violent!?" Lee growled as her eyes glowed a bright green and she unsheathed her claws. "I'll get violent!"
"Ya talk big, but you fight small!" Machina taunted her as he got up. "You couldn't fight to save your life!"
"We'll see about that!" she growled as several pieces of machinery began to fall, churning up the water.
Machina's eyes began to emit a strange green glow before he smirked, laughed and said, "Don't hold back!"
He then charged towards the two with his BFS before slamming it against the ground with both paws.
The two heroes quickly jumped out of the way only for Machina to activate his slam cannon and fire two large bursts of plasma, followed by a wave of pure energy.
Lee quickly used a psionic barrier to block both shots before rushing towards him and punching him in his face. She then grabbed his paw and sent him flying into the ceiling.
"Not bad. Not bad at all!" Machina gave them an evil grin before jumping down with his Smack Hands. He then smashed Lee into the ground and when Rhonda attempted to attack, she suddenly felt a shock and flew backwards. She then slammed onto the ground and skidded hard on her shoulder before flipping into midair and landing on her butt.
"A psionic shield!?" she exclaimed as Machina grinned at her.
"I have my own trump card," Machina smirked proudly. "I can copy any ability I see!" He then shot several bursts of fire at Rhonda, who had just recovered from her initial shock and avoided it.
"How long have you been able to do that!?" Littlefoot stared right at him.
"Oh, about... 10 years," Machina grinned. "The joy of being a prototype Next-Gen Experiment."
With that he ran at Rhonda with his Bad Axes and smashed them right into her, knocking her into the air. He then used his Slam Cannon to blast her with a blue beam, causing her to fall and hit the ground, unconscious.
"One down, one to... OW!" Machina yelled finding himself flung into a wall. Looking up, he saw Littlefoot scowling at him.
"Cheater! You're hitting me with, what? 3,000 pounds or something?"
"Exactly," Littlefoot glared at him. "You need to stop beating on others when you're angry like this."
"It ain't my problem when I vent my anger; I just use whatever's available!"
Lee had taken the time to shoot a psionic burst at Machina, knocking him into the air. Machina then landed on his back and slowly got up with a sheepish grin.
"Oh. It's..." He was interrupted by a siren blaring.
Meanwhile, deep within the ruins of what was once a prosperous and affluent city, there was a futuristic and technologically advanced fortress that was surrounded by a golden electric fence covered in a force field.
The main entrance was sealed by a gate that can only be opened with a password, which nobody knows. The building itself was about five stories high and had five floors, with the top floor being a small and private office/room.
The exterior outer walls were mostly metal with several towers designed to hold people as prisoners. There were also oval-shaped bulletproof windows with dark brown frames and the main building was about 6 feet high with a rectangular shape and also 6 feet wide.
The towers themselves were cylinder-shaped and rounded with only one window each. They have no chairs, tables or beds and they are almost completely barren except for a small fireplace. The main building itself also had a very high arch with a rotating head resembling an old, wrinkled and grotesque man with white, puffy and thick mane-like hair.
Each of the floors had different themes that indicated its purpose. The first floor is known as the living den since it was decorated with reddish-brown walls and it also had a couple of dark red sofas and lounge chairs.
There was a huge '15 flat screen television with a fireplace beneath it and a shatterproof glass crystal table with fine china. There were also thick carpet rugs resembling a brown bear pelt and there were several oak drawers and counters filled with vases and antiques.
The kitchen/dining room was very fancy since the kitchen was small with a white and pink theme. The counters were white marble and the cabinets were also white. The sink was pink neon and the oven was also a light pink. However, the microwave itself was a dark gray and the table was round with a silver and black scheme.
The second floor was a computer/research room where many of the brightest scientists all over the world go to perform their research and discover new findings. Many of the supercomputers were more highly advanced than regular computers and they could run 10x faster. They were equipped with many more apps that made work more efficient, such as a calculator app, the weather app, the encyclopedia app, the Internet app, etc.
But in keeping up with modern times, the research facility also had touch-screen computers for on the go and rechargeable cell phones run by solar energy. For this purpose there are at least three windows. In the middle was a stasis chamber where the scientists have been trying to create a new super-powered alien experiment hybrid that could rival all of Jumba's experiments but so far it has failed.
The third room was a library where many of the most famous and classic books known to men can be found. Many books featured a wide range of subjects that included academics, social issues, politics, religion, world history, biology, and developmental psychology.
There were also some computers lingering on desks that were password protected and had several expensive security protocols installed that made hacking next to impossible. There was even a special section where you could find just about any clippings, articles or old magazines about several world events or entertainment, social or political news.
The fourth floor was known as the security room and was easily the most guarded and secured room in the entire building. There were two armed guards with dogs standing in front of the steel door 24/7 and inside the room, there were several computer monitors with security cameras designed to keep a close eye on anyone in any part of the building.
Interestingly enough, there was also a hologram machine that had a digital global map with the ability to see everything that happens in the dimension. But if you wanted to get to the security room, you would have to go through a series of elaborate and complicated traps that ranged from pendulums, moving spike walls, quicksand, a huge moat infested with crocodiles, and even trigger laser wires.
However, the owner of the expansive mansion accesses the room by going through an expansive and complex elevator tunnel system that spreads all over the building. You can find any elevator door latched on a wall if you know where to look.
The fifth and final room, as mentioned before, was the office. The office had a large room to the west where there was a huge, oval and dark brown table that serves as a place to hold important meetings. It also had several moving chairs with a '17 inch flat screen TV to the back with a large window.
But in the main room there was another dark brown rectangular table with a red button, a cup holder full of pencils and pens, a stapler, and a small laptop. There was a huge '17 flat screen TV on the west side of the wall that can send and receive video messages and also contains hundreds of channels. There was also a small massage bed at the right corner with a large window.
To the right was a medium-sized bathroom with a large Jacuzzi, a bathtub/shower, three sinks and a couple of cabinets. Much of the exterior was decorated in marble white and concrete with thick limestone. To the right of the bathroom was a master bedroom with a dark brown arch, some white pillows with red trims, white bed sheets and a red comforter and wooden bed posts.
It also contained four chests each with eight drawers and had some of the most exquisite and expensive jewelry boxes, vases and crystals in the world. It also had a large bulletproof and shatterproof window with silk curtains.
Unfortunately, deep in the cellar below the living den accessed through a trapdoor and an elevator, was a torture room. Inside the torture room there were several devices designed to inflict as much pain and suffering as possible on living beings, sometimes resulting in death.
Among them were waterboarding, an electric chair with a special helmet that is designed to deflect electricity away from the head so the electric stream can only be directed towards the body via suckers, a wooden post where you can tie someone there and whip them really hard or brand them with hot iron, and a table with several needles filled with chemicals and injectable drugs that can cause you to hallucinate, feel excruciating pain, undergo seizures and sometimes even die.
There was also an iron chair called the Chair of Torture where the victim is strapped to a chair and is incinerated fatally with a pile of coals underneath the chair. There was also a hidden spike in the headrest that is activated the moment the head is placed there. There was also another hidden spike in the bottom part of the chair that can be activated in absence of the coals.
Another torture device is known as the Judas cradle where the person hangs on top of a wooden or metal pyramid and lands onto the object, causing severe anguish. The victim usually dies as a direct result of the device or from infection.
There was even a huge machine with several chambers where an Edison ball can develop and trap that person inside, causing them to go into a drug-induced stupor and for the victims to be paralyzed. Their minds and brains are practically fried and they become much more subdued and docile.
A black fox-like creature stole into the office with a rolled up piece of paper and approached the desk. It was then that the person sitting in front of it was revealed, accompanied by several blonde dog-like women dressed in skimpy outfits.
His name was Mok the Magic Man and he wore a dark blue power suit with an orange ascot and bluish-black slicked back, thick and puffy hair. He had a gaunt, bony and angular face with thick and pronounced cheekbones and pointy and rounded ears. He also had what appeared to be a rat-like nose and very thick and puffy lips that hid some sharp teeth.
"Oh, hello there, Vendas. What have you brought for me?" Mok growled in a snarky and dark voice as Vendas bowed and offered the document. "This, sire…"
Mok then grabbed it and opened it before he scanned it. "Hmmm… an invitation to join the Super League of Villains… and also a wanted poster with Team Legacy's symbol. Looks like the team are officially fugitives."
He then tossed it away and stood up with a withering glare. "I want you to send out my falcon and have it patrol the area for any wandering heroes. If I find any of them around these parts, I want you to capture them and bring them to my chambers immediately. Then lock them up in one of the towers for a period of time until it is time for them to be tortured."
"Yes, sir," Vendas nodded as he bowed and whisked out of the office.
"What are you going to do, sweetie?" one of the women purred as she stroked Mok's face.
"I'm going to take care of some business, if you do not mind. So if you will excuse me ladies, I must leave," Mok answered as he rose from his chair and left the room.
Mok then walked into the balcony and looked out at the dark horizon as lightning streaked across the skies. The heavens then continued to flash rapidly with light as Mok gazed on with a stoic expression and his hair whipped lightly.
"So I see that you have something on your mind?" a deep demonic voice crowed and Mok spun around to see a large, bulky and muscular purple dragon with oversized and curved horns and humongous wings glide towards him. He then entered the balcony and hovered slowly before he landed smoothly.
It was Malefor, who was considered to be the first purple dragon in history but unfortunately was corrupted with too much power and was banished by the elders. He then retreated to what was known as the Well of Souls and eventually accumulated a number of his own soldiers to carry out his dirty work.
"Yes. I am trying to figure out how to get rid of those pesky good guys that may be lingering around the city borders," Mok muttered as the purple dragon snorted. "I hear you. Rumors are going around that a intergalactic team of superheroes led by a British girl are staying in one of the slums we have designated for the outsiders."
"Really? I just sent out my falcon in search of them," Mok mused as he turned to face him with intense eyes. "It won't be long before he and my policemen run into any of them."
"Perhaps. I'm hoping that Cynder traitor and that pesky hatchling Spyro are there too. I am dying to settle a long-awaited score with them," Malefor replied.
"There's a chance you might, since they are known to be in the team," Mok mused. "Do you know where I can find some alien DNA so I can create my own experiment powerful enough to destroy Experiment 626 and his brethren."
"I have an inkling that the League has some powerful experiments on hand to do away with the heroes. Hopefully they would be strong enough to serve us well," the dragon retorted.
"I'm worried about something else though. I've heard that the Legacy has some prominent and formidable allies, particularly the United Galactic Federation and even some of the Salemites and NCIS. I think there may be a possibility that they might catch up to us," Mok muttered as he paced around slowly with Malefor watching.
"I'm sure that problem will be taken care of, Mok," Malefor said. "We got a secret weapon."
"And what would that be?" Mok sneered.
"Me!" a masculine voice boomed as the two males turned to see a strange being dressed in a black cloak and holding a double scythe. He had a very gaunt, bony and haggard skeletal face and hunched over shoulders.
"It can't be…" Mok gasped as the skeletal figure smirked evilly and wobbled over to them. "Yes, it's me," he declared in a thick Italian accent.
"What the hell are you doing here, Stefano?" Malefor snarled as he lashed his tail out.
"I'm here to assist you, of course," the skeletal figure crooned as he turned to the duo. "You need to dispose of those damn kids?"
"Yeah," Malefor retorted as Mok crossed his arms stiffly and coolly. "We were trying to brainstorm ways of how to destroy them."
"Well, you are in luck. I have supernatural powers that allow me to kill anyone with the swipe of my double scythe. And also I have reason to believe that Sami Brady has summoning abilities and can summon any being she wants," Stefano explained.
"You're kidding!" Mok exclaimed in shock.
"How do you know this?" Malefor demanded.
"I've been watching the heroes for quite some time. They were the ones responsible for my demise. I have been appointed by the powers of Hell to inflict death upon any living mortal. Also I have the ability to summon any demon or dark beast I want. I also surmise that you're a sorcerer too, right Mok?"
"Y-Yes," Mok stammered, surprised that the old man knew that about him. "I do have the power to summon demons. But I can only do that with the power of a special voice that activates a ring that I have."
"Hmmm… I might have an idea," Stefano retorted while rubbing his chin.
"What?" Malefor scoffed.
"What if we find Sami Brady and bring her here to this universe? I might be able to convince EJ to allow her to come with us in exchange for immortality and then she, with your help, might summon one of the most dangerous demons known to the universe," the skeletal figure proposed.
"And who exactly is this demon?" Mok raised an eyebrow.
"This demon is known as Azumaku. Azumaku is a rare demon that can control space and time. He is able to reverse, speed up and stop time and he absorbs life energy from the souls of living beings. The more energy he absorbs, the more powerful and invincible he becomes and eventually he will grow stronger to the point where he can cause the entire universe to collapse altogether."
"Amazing! I've never heard of such a demon!" Malefor cried, impressed. But he then turned to Mok inquisitively. "But I thought the last time you tried to summon a demon you used… what's her face's voice…?"
"Her name was Angel," Mok retorted irascibly. "And no, I don't want to talk about it. How the hell was I supposed to know that the voices of two people were enough to stop me, just by being one voice?"
"Beats me," Malefor shrugged.
"May I ask why you were chosen to be the grim reaper?" Mok queried.
"Simple. I am the seventh son of the seventh son, and therefore I will never die. I am the Phoenix, and I will rise from the ashes no matter how much they try to kill me," Stefano declared proudly. His face then changed and he became angry and bitter.
"And I would have had someone to take over for me already if it weren't for my incompetent whelp of a DiMera named EJ, his pathetic mate Sami Brady, and of course my most beloved son Anthony DiMera and his wife Renee Dumonde, who is my daughter. He has disgraced the family with his incestuous marriage and produced three children with her. I believe their names are Reagan, Lucy and Trevor."
"I have not seen either of my grandchildren since before my death. Now I have received word that Renee is about to bear me three more grandchildren and she and Tony are going to have two girls and a boy. Their names might be Alyssa, Scarlett and Jayson, if my memory serves me right."
"Interesting," Mok nodded. "So now that you are dead, who are you going to choose are your heir?"
"Only time will tell," Stefano sighed. "I am hoping my grandson Trevor will take the mantle but I fear he is too much like his father. Besides, he is in love with the cousin of that meddling British girl Rhonda named Wilma."
"And even though I have noticed Lucy takes a lot after her grandmother Lee, she is not interested in villainy. Neither is Reagan, and she's the very spitting image of her mother. And now I suspect that she has feelings for that female hatchling of Lena's too."
"You might get lucky, Stefano," Malefor informed the elderly former crime lord. "As the history of your family shows, there is great darkness in the hearts of many of your family members and your clan has a reputation for evil. Perhaps one of your descendants might be inclined to take the mantle someday. Or perhaps EJ might surprise you."
"Maybe, but I doubt it. I think it's all because he's so wrapped up in Samantha it's not funny. Or maybe there is indeed something we have in common. Even after all these years I still can't shake my mind off Marlena," Stefano sighed sadly.
"That's a pity all right," Malefor sighed as Mok made a side glance at him.
"Good evening, gentlemen," Stefano remarked as he wobbled out of the balcony. "I hope everything goes well according to plan."
"So do I, Stefano. So do I," Mok retorted.
Meanwhile, somewhere on the streets of the Dimension of No Return…
There was hardly a sound outside as the streets were deserted and no one was in plain sight. All was quiet and peaceful except for the low rumbling of thunder. Until a chorus of screams suddenly echoed through the skies and a deep but distant boom could be heard.
Within a matter of minutes, a black spaceship hurtled rapidly towards the ground as the screams grew louder and louder. Finally there was a sudden explosion as it deafened the silence permeating the air. Several pieces of debris, rubble and boulders sprayed through the air and smoke swirled out of the wreckage. The spaceship was completely wrecked and it was nearly severed in two.
It was then that the platform slowly descended onto the ground and Dorian stumbled out, terrified and distraught at the harrowing crash she had just experienced. Viki then emerged out of the spaceship too along with the others and looked around curiously.
"What on Earth is this place? This looks like a war zone," Viki observed as Dorian shivered uncontrollably and glared at her. "Maybe because the U.S. went through a war and got defeated."
"Ladies, calm down. Let's try to find Team Legacy and hope the villains had not captured them," Mitchell waved his hands calmly as he tried to maintain peace between the bickering women.
"He's right; let's move," Fira scoffed as she sauntered towards the direction of the next intersection.
Leonka nodded and turned to Gantu with a smile before they and their children Raster and Rosemary turned to follow their teammate.
Then just as Mitchell and the gang walked about 10 feet away from the spaceship, a blur flew right at it and another explosion ripped through the wreckage, causing a huge bonfire. It sent the heroes flying in several directions and some of them even slammed right into each other. Yenebi and Zenika bowled over their pet dragons and landed on their elbows in pain. Dorian and Viki rolled over each other for several minutes before Viki landed on Dorian.
Dorian then growled as she shoved Viki roughly off her and sneered. "Get off me! We're not lesbians, damn it!"
"I never said we were!" Viki sighed in an annoyed tone as she noticed from the corner of her eye a dark figure emerging out of the flames. "Oh my God."
An evil feminine laugh was heard as a group of aliens advanced closer to them and the leader's face was revealed from the shadows. It was Bedelia and the Luna Terra space pirates!
"Holy shit! Space pirates!" Dark Kovu gasped as Dark Kiara nearly backed down in fear.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Nuke mumbled as Techno Courage rolled his eyes.
"I know that trog…" Gantu whispered as his blank gaze focused intensely on Bedelia.
"Surrender now, you fools! Or face the consequences!" Bedelia snarled as she took out a psionic sword and a plasma carbine rifle.
"Go to hell, bitch! We ain't surrendering to you!" Yenebi sneered as Dark Scar growled underneath his throat.
"Yeah!" Zenika as she raised her finger. "Drakona, I summon you!"
"Esra, I summon you too!" Yenebi roared as the two twin black dragons flew into the air and began firing ice and fire streams at the pirates simultaneously.
"Fuck!" Bedelia hissed as she and her team raised up their rings and they activated a psionic force field. The blasts then reflected off the surface and were redirected back at the dragons, striking them on the chests. The dragons dropped down to the ground, severely injured and bleeding heavily.
"No!" Yenebi and Zenika chorused as they raced over to their wounded pets.
"Gantu, honey, who is this?" Leonka demanded sternly.
"Her name is Bedelia. She was one of Jumba's prototype experiments. She was a test subject among other things. Bedelia was supposed to be a highly advanced experiment with advanced language programming and several mental and psychical abilities," Gantu explained to his wife.
"But unfortunately she backfired and nearly endangered the Galactic Federation as a whole. I believe that Hamsterveil manipulated her into trying to use Jumba's experiments to overrun the entire government. But that's just speculation."
"What are we going to do, Dad?" Raster asked.
"Yeah, what should we do, Poppa?" Rosemary frowned.
"Well, we either fight or run," Gantu sighed as he brandished out his plasma blaster and set it to kill. "And right now I'm choosing to fight."
The gang then took out their weapons and got into their fighting stances, prepared for a possible confrontation.
But then this tense standoff was abruptly interrupted when a swarm of police cars surrounded them. Several bulldog and bloodhound-like creatures stepped out of the vehicles and pulled out their guns.
"This is the police! Put your hands up now!" the bloodhound-like creature snarled as he pointed the gun at the gang.
Mitchell then kicked the gun away from himself and then delivered a couple of roundhouse kicks, knocking him down. Then he proceeded to whip out several sidekicks and jumping kicks as several more of the mutated policemen came rushing out at him.
"Mitchell, I think we better run," Will stammered as Sonny nodded and the two lovers ran away.
"I think Will's got a good idea; we better split," Margo nodded as she and her team raced out after them.
"Run!" Nicole howled as the heroes fled away from the scenes and dashed towards the buildings, with the police in hot pursuit.
"Why are we running?" Ophelia retorted sternly as they were dashing around several buildings, trying to create as much distance from the police as possible.
"Our best chance of survival is running, Ophelia. If we try to fight them, we're going to run the risk of getting shipped off to concentration camps or worse," Margo answered.
"Everyone shut up and keep on running!" Jim growled as Ohana Onipa'a Rhonda gave him a dirty look.
Mitchell was dashing and teleporting rapidly in midair as he was leading the way.
Fira then roared as she swung her burning paw at a building wall and ricocheted off it. The building then started to crumble quickly and then toppled down to the ground. As soon as the building crashed, it blocked some of the policemen's path and they could not continue on. However, the others kept on chasing them.
"Are your dragons okay, Yenebi and Zenika?" Dark Kiara frowned at the witches as they were panting heavily.
"I think they'll be out of commission for a while, that's for sure," Zenika sighed.
Then they came to a dead end and stopped abruptly. They turned to see the policemen approaching them with guns and flashlights blazing.
"Oh, man…" Nuke whimpered as the lions and experiments began to growl menacingly and the rest of the gang stood their ground.
"There's nowhere else to run, fugitives. You are all surrounded. Better give yourselves up and we might perhaps consider giving mercy to you," the bloodhound-like creature growled as he cocked his weapon.
"You'll never take us down!" Dorian yelled.
"Why you little-" the bloodhound-like creature sneered as he was about to pull the trigger on her.
But then a yellow blur knocked the gun out of his hand and then several of the policemen began to fall down to the ground. The strange figure then flipped down on her feet and turned to the gang.
She was a yellow furred half-experiment, half-human hybrid with narrow, pointed and oval-shaped goblin-like ears, a large, rounded and light pink nose, and a pair of tiny, wide and oval-shaped magenta eyes.
She also had a rounded, oval-shaped, and angular head with a slender, sleek and lean body and a puffy, huge dog-like tail. The creature had light brown ruffles around her neck, scruffy, short and curly light brown hair, a pair of six arms, and fluffy fur retracted out of her back. She also wore a red jumpsuit with black boots and a couple of plasma carbine rifles.
"Meeka nala taba!" she hissed as she started immediately firing madly at the police.
"Get that half-breed abomination!" one of the policemen shouted as he pulled out a net gun and fired it at her.
The experiment/human hybrid then gasped as she barreled out of the way and then did a leg sweep, tripping him. She then performed a series of front flips as she threw roundhouse kicks and spinning kicks at the policemen. She then lifted up one of them as she tossed him right at another one. She then threw a sidekick at an incoming officer and then stunned him with her plasma cannon.
But then a taser gun struck her from behind and she was stunned. Then moments later she was scooped up and captured in an experiment capture containment. Then the policemen rushed over to the gang and placed them in handcuffs. Then they were led away from the building.
"Let's move," the bloodhound-like creature hissed as he carried away the experiment/human hybrid and she struggled to break free.
A few minutes later, the entire gang was herded into a police cruiser and the platform closed up. The spaceship then jerked to life and hovered into the air before it flew off back to Mok's lair.
Mok was sitting in his office drinking some beer and smoking a cigarette when his space cell rang. He then picked it up and answered.
"Hello?" he retorted.
"Sir? We captured some heroes wandering in the streets. They resisted arrest and attempted to escape. The weird part was that some female alien/human hybrid showed up out of nowhere and tried to fight us off. But we captured her too. I believe her name is Turina, judging from the files we got of her. Turina Bradford is her full name."
"Rumor on the street is that she's the daughter of Eugene Bradford and the late Trista Bradford, the cousin of a Dr. Marlena Evans. Eugene was a mad scientist who was a good friend of Marlena's and disappeared in 1986. He has never been seen since. Turina was nothing more than a hatchling when it happened. After her mother Trista was murdered she was raised by her father and his new ladylove Calliope."
"Interesting. Very well, then; send them in," Mok sighed. "Be sure to get here within the hour and have them locked up in the towers. I'll deal with them later."
He then hung up on his space cell and placed it on the desk.
"Sir! Sir! I have urgent news!" a salamander-like creature hollered as he sidled into the room quickly.
"What is it this time?" Mok sighed exasperatedly.
"The guards just caught two more people. Some guy named Omar and his girlfriend Angel," the salamander-like creature answered.
"Angel?" Mok whispered as he sat up suddenly and was astonished. "Well, it's about time we meet again. Send them in when I'm ready."
"Yes, sir; be right back," the salamander-liked creature stammered as he whisked back out of the office.
"Oh, for God's sake," Mok groaned as he sank into his arms and rested his chin on them. "What am I going to do with these imbeciles?"
The door then opened as a couple of guards marched into the office while holding two people. This particular couple was strangely deformed and mutated to the point where they resembled animals. The male had slick, short orange hair with a rodent-like face and a long, thick nose. He wore a black jacket, a pair of khakis and some sneakers.
The female next to him had long, luscious blonde hair and looked very much like a mouse with a small nose and a wide mouth. She had wide, rounded ears and wore a white tank top with a pair of jeans and some black crocs. While the man was lean yet muscular, the female was slender and thin.
"Here they are, boss; we've gots them," a bulldog growled as he shoved the couple onto the ground and they slowly rose to their feet. The male orange-haired creature turned to face Mok and scowled. Mok then grinned devilishly with his fingers pressed together with narrowed eyes.
"Angel. Omar," he declared with a rough, husky voice. "Nice of you to join us."
"Let us go, Mok! We don't want to be here!" Angel protested as the bulldog restrained her and Mok chuckled.
"Really? Well it seems like you don't have much of a choice, do you?" Mok scoffed as he sauntered out of his chair and circled around Omar and Angel.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" Omar snarled as he tried to throw off the guard but he gripped his wrists even harder, causing him to yelp in pain.
"You two now have two options. You can leave the office and be held in one of the prison towers on my estate. Or… you can choose to be escorted to the torture room and be tortured until you die," Mok informed the two as he got closer to Angel and leaned into her ear. "Is that clear?"
"Crystal," Omar sneered.
"Good," Mok smirked as he leaned back and crossed his arms. "Now what shall it be?"
"You can hold me prisoner if you'd like, Mok, but you will not lay a hand on me, so help me!" Angel shouted determinedly.
"I'd sooner be tortured than rot in one of your crummy jails," Omar scoffed indifferently as Angel gasped. "No, Omar…"
"Too late," Mok announced as he snapped his fingers as the guards removed them from the room. Then as they exited out the door, one of the guards took Omar and led him through the east wing while the other guard spirited Angel through the west wing.
"Omar, be careful!" Angel yelled as she saw Omar disappear into the darkness. "Omar!"