What Everybody Wants

Is me to get on with this.

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Master Hand was still dangerous, if he could be left to his own devises he could slip away easily. Maybe it was stage fright but Mewtwo reasoned as long as someone was keeping an eye on him, he couldn't excecute a plan without him knowing. That's why Midna and Dimentio took turns guarding the former master of the mansion while Mewtwo searched for the key to the Heart of the mansion. The key to unlock sub-space.

"You know Midna, at first I didn't know who you were. Which is strange considering I know everybody who has lived here and possibly ever will. Megaman, Chrono, Andy, Hawke, Ryu, Ken, Terra, Issac, Sora, Cloud although that was only a brief meeting because there is no way in HELL he's getting here because this isn't M.U.G.E.N, the list goes on and on." Master Hand told Midna, trying to break the monotony of imprisonment.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" She asked.

"It might help my ego for you to show some response other than sheer boredom," he said, continuing when that elicited no response other than 'meh' "the thing I Midna, the more I know about you, the more confusing this whole partnership gets."

"Too much for you to comprehend?" She taunted.

"More like spot the odd one out. This whole thing was Mewtwo's idea, and he's been working on it for a good number of years now. It's all one plan and that's how Mewtwo works, all according to his crazy schemes, every detail worked out in his mind. You saw how angry he got when I out-smarted him, he's messed up in the head, the only way he thinks he can get what he wants is to fuck everyone else in the ass without using a lube."

"So? You've been doing a bit of that as well haven't you? Make these games by stealing people from their own worlds."

"You didn't let me finish, I only talked about your leader. Dimentio, well he's a joker plain and simple. He'll do anything to create a bit of mayhem, sure possibly with himself on top of the pile when the dust is cleared but its creating that dust cloud which obscures everybody, that's his idea of a good time. A crazy clown with a party trick that rips open space and time. Which leads me to you."

"What about me?" She asked, a bit more cautiously this time.

"The odd one out, everyone has there motive for potentially ruining everything that ever existed except you. The one who has it all already, a princess who reclaimed her throne from the great pretender and defied someone with the power of your goddess Din. Money, clothes, power, you have it all except for one thing," He paused, making the motion of stroking an invisible beard, possibly for dramatic effect, the melodramatic glove, "A missing Link. Sorry about the pun." He said smugly.

"What if it is just to get back to him, what's it to you if I use this dimension to jump between the world of light and twilight without directly exposing them to each other?" Midna's temper flaring, how could he think of her being so selfish, so flat and easy to read.

"Apart from being hypocritical of your whole 'Light and Dark should never have to mix' speech when you broke the mirror? Well excuse me princess but your wolf has found someone new to take him walkies in both the way you're probably thinking about it and the normal, non X rated way."

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything special between you two lover birds, the way you keep on chirping at each other may make for some great entertainment someday but Mewtwo wants to see you." Dimentio chimed in, warping out of no-where.

"Me? With a hand? I have standards."

"Low standards are still standards." Master Hand shot back as Midna warped out to Mewtwo's new home away from Cerulean cave. His old meditation room.

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"Owie! Adder you snake! You shoved me!" Lash shouted, falling on hard ceramic floor.

"Who's there?" Said someone, possibly a guard, but in a different language. It seemed to be based of Blue Moon's language. She heard Olaf and Colin speak it, but rarely Grit. She was in Blue Moon? That portal must have warped her way behind enemy lines.

"Uh oh," she said, looking for a hiding spot, eventually settling on a locker, allowing her to get a view of the guard who seemed to stroll by, looking for something unusual. There was adifference however, none of the guards that walked by were wearing Blue Moon uniforms, and the guns were ancient. Scorpion sub machine guns? Seriously? In this day and age, she knew CO Colin was holding back on the funds but whoa. "Great surrounded by a bunch of poorly armed guards, how old were those weapons?" She asked once all the guards had gone, they seemed to follow strict patterns, allowing her to dodge every single one of them and find a large room with a map laid out across the table. Lash didn't regocnize any of the territory but she did recognize the figures on top. Someone was playing with soldiers. "Ooo, a nice new toy set for me to play with."

"Pow! Take that you Orange star scum, feel the wrath of the mighty Black Hole army with our superior technology," She said, knocking over several infantry figurines with a very large one representing some sort of tank with a rocket on it's back "oh no, please save us," she imitated, holding up one of the remaining figurines before running it down with the tank one "kekeke! No retreat for you! You die!"

"Now Major, I understand your concern about this whole deal but rest assured Ocelot will do his job, and if not we always have her to fall back on." She heard voices, moving voices, voices heading this way! Quickly diving under the table whoever had entered continued their conversation as though nothing had happened.

"That's not the point Colonel, you are still sticking your neck out in the open and if the CIA dogs have sent someone to retrieve him he may shoot first and ask questions later." The Major protested.

"Ha! They'd risk international chaos, they'd rather keep a lid on the whole thing and let him rot." The Colonel dismissed.

"Whoever it is may not see it that way, I worry about your safety Volgin." So that's the Colonel's name, Volgin. It wasn't anyone Lash knew from Orange Star, Blue Moon, Yellow Comet or Green Earth's command, and what was the CIA?

"Ivan, I will be fine on my little excursion, and this CIA agent will be no match for the combined might of what I have planned and we'll have the Shagohad fully functional in a week…" "What is this mess? Who is responsible for making a mockery of my tactics? My invasion plans, all gone!"

"Shall I sound the alarm Colonel?"

"Yes, I want whoever it is in prison by the time I get back."

"Attention all guard personell, this is Major Raikov. We have an intruder in the building. Search everywhere. Only allow clearance to the hangers for Colonel Volgin until I personally cancel the alarm."

"You're getting better at this."

"I try."

"Kuabara, Kuabara." Volgin mumbled as he walked out of the war room, with Major Ivan Raikov behind him.

"Hmm, so they're planning something big here, maybe I can lend a hand. And by that I mean, stab them in the back and take whatever they were getting ready."

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Why is it that the only time attractive females take me willingly it's always to slap some chains on me and offer me to their probably man hating leader? Adder wondered as he was taken to the Gerudo fortress via a small outpost, it was like one of those Arabian night themed resorts in Orange Star the way the women dressed here only with all the luxury replaced by ugly structures. In that respect it wasn't like Arabian Nights at all. Just an ancient peasant village with a lot of sand in it, and some turtles that walked on two feet and carried big hammers.

Wait, what?

As Adder was taken through the settlement he noticed that there wasn't just women, there were turtles, walking and talking and seemingly acting like a peacekeeper force. Either he was hallucinating or that portal had dumped him someplace very weird.

"Hold it, what's your clearance?" One of the turtles asked.

"We were taking this man here back to the main prison."

"Why the main one, can't we hold him here? Looks like a desert wanderer just got beat with the ugly stick and you found him while trying to get over the bruises."

"He doesn't look like a Hyilian, and he certainly isn't Gerudo. I don't know who he is at the moment so place him where security is highest just to be safe right?"

"Oh right, sure. You can pass, just no molesting him. I've heard stories."

"Like I'd get that desperate." The escort mumbled as they walked through the gate and into the valley.

"So where are we heading, near central command?" Adder asked innocently, might as well collect some information while here.

"Quiet you."

Violence towards outspoken prisoners, how original. Adder thought as his head was struck by the non-sharp end of one of the Gerudo guard's spears.

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Oh well, this means I'm not completely dumping the AW guys into separate arcs, just existing ones.