A simple plan meant everything worked right, that's how the boss liked things.

The duo were wearing armour, quite simple in design yet sleek. The blend of black and red certainly gave off a terrifying impression to those that saw it. Each of these suits of armour were unique, enhancing the abilities of the General that wore them.

The boss liked some of his Generals.

The duo had split, each one followed by a strike team of Space Pirates. The once proud collection of races had long been split and broken, forced to the brink of extinction because of the accursed bounty hunter, Samus Aran. Today they relished in the fact that they would destroy the puppet, the proxy that brought them great shame. When the day was over the Space Pirates would have fulfilled their contract with Nemesis and start rebuilding their empire.

The boss was very calculative in his plans.

At different times, both Mewtwo and Roy had volunteered to lead the mission against the fortress, Nemesis knew that both were holding strong emotions for those within the base, that the two wanted to terminate their former teammates as a respectful gesture. It was for this reason that both ended up on the job. Whilst both had the rank of general within Nemesis' private forces the man himself didn't trust either warrior. He knew their emotions for those within may sway their decision making capabilities. It was for this reason that the man sent a spy within the Space Pirate faction, although looking like an ordinary special ops agent, the pirate was paid almost triple the usual fee for his special services, the agent himself having been on the List of Former Lord Ridley, the once feared leader had long been lost to those from the other world.

The boss chose a great time to attack.

The area was quieter than usual, a few high level creatures had been placed in strategic locations as a means to prevent the ever so curious player. These creatures were certainly "hard" to beat, their levels augmented and their stats changed to give players a hard time. The creatures themselves were not alive, simple machines that were enhanced with dark magic to help the monsters move and attack trespassers. They'd been designed to look like Darknuts from the Zelda series, their armour rustier and wore torn to show off how "battle hardened" they supposedly were. Nemesis had chosen this design to avoid suspicion from players. Silent events were common in this type of gameplay, meaning that rare weapons or materials could be obtained from the nearby mobs. However since the area was already marked as a high rank area and the Dark Knights were technically impossible to beat it ensured that no one made it far enough to see what was about to occur.

The groups moved fast. Roy had taken his squad and moved around the base, looking for a gutter that contained a secret passageway. The pirates with him were equipped with stealth gear, as well as paralyser guns that not only stunned those from this world but disrupted the phase of those from the other world. Roy had been told the access code to the building, Nemesis' had informants from every corner of this world, his connections enough to scare some of the more notorious underworld villains. Once inside the building the group waited in the shadows of the secret area, knowing that moving any further forwards would alert those inside to their presence. They waited for the signal that meant they could advance.

The second group, led by Mewtwo, were quite different.

Their equipment suggested that they were about to fight in a long lasting skirmish, wearing heavy body armour and carrying large federation military grade guns, another present from the late Lord Ridley. The team marched up to the drawbridge of the castle, usually closed to those under a certain level. The PSI Pokémon could feel the gaze of the hidden security cameras, he knew they were watching and he knew what he had to do. All it took was one attack, with a wave of his hand the Pokémon sent a Shadow Ball at the gates of the castle. Normally attacks like this would do nothing, bringing up a notice for players that the object was unbreakable, but the suit Mewtwo wore offered certain privileges.

Like the ability to reveal the true health value of all objects.

The Shadow Ball itself had been rather weak, hardly focused and meant as a means to set off the internal alarms system so when the drawbridge almost fell down Mewtwo was surprised.

"Stronger than I thought," he mused to himself as the others around him started bombarding the walls with grenade launchers. Simply being in the presence of the Pokémon was enough to grant them the ability to destroy all objects, so as the walls of the castle slowly started taking on damage the drawbridge lowered awkwardly and a platoon of Knights marched onwards.

The soldiers carried huge shields, white with silver trimmings. On the front the smash symbol was engraved, reflecting light towards the enemies. The Knights themselves were similarly dressed, wearing white armour, polished to perfection with the smash logo emblazed on as many pieces as possible. If it weren't for the blank shadow faces that stared through the helms you would have thought a high level guild had arrived.

Mewtwo smirked, although he understood his role in this mission as well as his own goals, he knew that this particular aspect of the battle would be fun.

With the signal received Roy moved further into the base, knowing that all eyes would be off them momentarily. Occasional a human character would walk past and the group would be forced to cloak themselves in fear of getting caught. By the time they had reached their destination the bombardment had stopped but the sound of battle continued.

"They must really be in the thick of it," Roy spoke aloud, "let's go!"

The door in front of them was something they were used to, of human origin and easily opened. As Roy moved to enter the required code it opened from within and a man stepped out, dressed in a rather generic uniform. The grey overalls were bland to say the least as well as the face of the human who wore them, his glasses looked like they did little to improve the eyesight and were nothing more than an aesthetic design choice. Even the white lab coat did little to impress the red-haired Lord.

"I guess we can't all be amazing…"he murmured, eyeing the man as he took a few steps back.

Roy studied his footsteps as the Space Pirates slowly surrounded him, each step was near perfect, his cloak would always move in the same pattern and the expression on his face hardly changed. With a sigh of relief Roy smiled inwardly and raised the weapon he had been holding in his hand. The sword was reminiscent of the Brave Sword, a weapon he had once used in a war many years ago, however its metal seemed different than before. Not only were it'd edges engraved with an ancient language, but the handle itself was dark grey, close to black in colour. Roy felt its weight, rather light for its size and surprisingly durable. One thing he had been told when given the weapon was that it would not break as most weapons do, a feature that required the sword draining part of the user's life-force to sustain itself.

A quick strike dispatched the scientist. The avatar forced to log out due the powerful nature of the sword. He knew that if the human had logged in through the other means that he would have been forced to erase him, much like the Agent Nemesis had caught not too long ago. He shuddered at the thought as the Space Pirates eyed him in silence, waiting for the order.

"Not yet," he said to them, causing a few eyebrows to raise. "We need to get closer to the main control room first."

The group moved quickly and quietly, the Lord dispatching any scientist he came across, all wearing the same combination of jumpsuit and lab coat. He thanked the heavens that those on the other side had listened to his warning and logged in the normal way.

'Yes' he thought to himself, 'I am a double agent after all'

The Second Team were either brave or stupid. Nemesis didn't care as he sent them out, they were expendable units anyway.

Surprisingly many of the generals were in fact Toads. Different in appearance yet similar to the ones that people had come to know. They had long forsaken their lives, sickened by the happy-go-lucky nature of their brothers, who insisted that following the Princess in her peach treaty between the two worlds was a great idea. The Toads were actually clones, born in the same underground field that those from the other world had given them. The mushroom motif had become so popular that the country had changed almost everything about itself to match this new biological advancement in ecological warfare.

The kingdom once known as the Celes Empire used to have the most influence within Atrixia, but lost it all when it established relations with the other world. The other countries such as Old Hyrule had instantly rejected such an idea but eventually came over when certain events in time mysteriously changed. When the country flooded no one batted an eyelid, when war came to the borders of all reams no one ran in panic. It all happened in a dreamlike sequence, events that should have caused panic yet the people followed almost willingly. It was only a few that really noticed, those were the ones that hated the humans the most.

The Toads gained awareness of their existence not to long after the first Celestian civil war. The war had been unplanned but was a mess, a battle between two of the same factions of clones. It amused Nemesis when he learnt how the humans saw the war, the toads had changed to a more disgusting, ugly form. The fact that Mario seemed cheerful when he ploughed through legions of warriors was sickening. So many-a Toad rose through the ranks, disgusted by their mistreatment and hatred towards the royal family who were so content with this war, the treatment that the lower class were given.

They attacked simultaneously.

The forests of New Hyrule, Skyworld, Viridian City, Altea. Any area that was connected to the main server was attacked. Players were suddenly ambushed by hideous creatures, war veterans that had gone through mutilation and worse, hoping that any little they did changed their world for the better. There were other worlds, accessible only to higher level players such as Zebes, Corneria and Neo-Earth, home to the world famous F-Zero races, which were attacked by the Space Pirates. Originally the plan was to only attack the most populated areas, but pirates were too proud of themselves to fight alongside inferior creatures. They insisted they challenge stronger players, those that were a worthy challenge.

Samus Aran was a taboo subject for the pirates, for them the hunter was a complicated subject. Due to the mysterious way the humans had changed space time, the pirates had lost much but gained everything. At one point they were supreme rulers, a weak race that focused on negations over conquest, but had some way come to control the whole known universe. When things changed they remembered, for them it was a serene sensation, knowing what you were once before and what you are now.

What had been one before was now two.

The Chozo were still diplomatic, still peaceful, still weak. In all the years they existed they helped those they came across, respected as the wisest of races. When they died it was tragic, leaving the known phase of reality. They left behind a bounty of goods, weapons and information, something only the chosen one would be able to use. In the end they were selfish in their desires as good intentions always are, not knowing what pain and suffering their kindness brought.

The Tynetians were fierce, proud and strong. As if their personalities moulted from their other half, the harsh race evolved into something sinister. A race that lost all respect for those around it, a race that respected the strong. A race that created creatures like Ridley. Such a race was doomed to fail, yet it's ace in the whole, the Space Pirates, thrived. Such a project was so secret not even the future-seeing Chozo could predict. If the Chozo created the ultimate warrior then the Tynetians created the ultimate opponent.

The Space Pirates who created themselves, who were halves of one whole, who were once at the pinnacle of existence didn't care. It interested them, this change that brought chaos and destruction. The ongoing battle against the hunter, a creation their other older half had created was interesting. Would this Samus share their memories? Was she a true creation or just a test left behind by the weaker half?

Nemesis promised answers, so they fought.

Attacks were devastating. Players forces into battle before they knew what happened, the re-spawn rate suddenly increasing 10-fold. There was nothing to be done, no reset, no shut-down, no solution. The humans had backed themselves into a corner when they connected the worlds, a bridge built that would never shatter.

But who were they to ponder of such things, after all they were nothing but a distraction.

Author Note:

I know a few people have been waiting for the next chapter, this is part 1 of 3 for the first main event of the story. I managed to squeeze this out after coursework deadlines and before exams so I hope that the quality hasn't suffered too much because of that. To bring some attention to a few points, I've changed how the Nintendo Universe works, how we perceive the Nintendo Universe and those that live within it. As usual there are many references to games within the story if you notice them and references to events in our history (gaming-wise). No OC's appear in this chapter as you've noticed but they will certainly do so in the next one, I'm unsure when that'll be...most likely after my exams...so look forward to the next update in June hopefully!