The Things Legends Are Made Of
The Things Legends Are Made Of

Metalgarurumon tried to piece together Matt's last comment. The energy from the crest had strengthened him extremely. He bubbled over with power. Giga. It had been Matt's last word, last phrase. Metalgarurumon thought on the term. His armament was astonishing. There were many many weapons systems. Giga. Giga-what. He knew there was nothing he could for Matt now except destroy the processor. At its speed, the ice would melt soon, perhaps in minutes. He had to figure out what Giga meant. He thought back to the Piedmon battle. Giga MISSILE. Now he remembered. He aimed his stomach where the opening to the processor was.

GIGA MISSILE!

The missile appeared and flew through the opening toward the frozen processor. Metalgarurumon nudged Matt and tried to get him on his back. He was having no luck when a green form swept in through the hole in the eye. Piccolo! "Is he okay?" asked the Namek. "He's just knocked out." "We'll have to move fast, the missile is on its way." "I'll get him, let's get out of here," answered Piccolo. The missile had penetrated the target, it went in further and further until it found the center, it detonated taking the entire core processor with it. A shock wave was heard in the distance. Piccolo fired out of the head, followed by Metalgarurumon. The two flew faster and faster, the fire of the blast just behind them. They dove for the trench were everyone else ducked to avoid the fire. The Gate of Destiny swallowed the entire blast and all the tiny fragments of Unicron's body. The overload of material caused an interesting reaction. The gate disintegrated and behind it, more gates, somewhere around ten opened. The homebound route. In the trench, the occupants saw the glistening gates, all to different worlds and they were all relieved.

The blast left its presence everywhere. The ground shook. Hornblower could feel it shaking, and then he realized what it all meant. "They did it!" It was over; the hardest day of his life was now over. Never had he had to stay out of something for so long because he could not really help. "Party at Robert's!" Hoover grinned, hoping to set off Kerensky. It worked. Kerensky seethed for a moment and then a large smile came across is face. "I'm not seeing what we're still doing around here. Let's go to the gates. Come on!" Joe seemed insistent. The group walked. To get to Round Top, it would quite a little hike. Walker, Seahorse, Hornblower, and Dumars were in front. The rest followed. Ryan shook his head, no improv here. This was the real thing. Back to Who's Line, it was. The experience had been fascinating, but Ryan really hadn't played much of a part. Then he realized, someone was telling him to sit down for once. Herschel too had needed a time as a staffer. He now knew there was more to life than football, although it wasn't much more. Dumars hadn't needed to humble himself, but his example was good enough for all to follow. Hawkeye had been in the hospital too long; he had forgot what it was like to fight for someone. To have a Cause. A soldier who fights only for the other soldiers will always be defeated. Robert and Billy, conservatives both, now understood the meaning of social leadership. That's what Hornblower grasped too; to say that Leon Churchill was in command was an error. They had all been in command, from the very start. They were close now, very close. The gates shown brightly they were here. It was time.

Salamander got up. It seemed that MagnaAngemon had been busy again. Sage and Michelangelo were fine too. Charmander was up and running around as well. Salamander wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming; he had not felt so safe in a long time. Seahorse was coming, he could tell. Then he saw him, his comrade in arms ran up to him. They embraced. The two warriors had wondered if they would have to return to their struggle back home alone without the other. Gabumon was a little choked up by the moment. The armadillo and the crustacean. He felt a thud on his back. Matt looked down and smiled. Gabumon stared into his partner's eyes and knew they were of the same mind. Hornblower walked up and shook Winston's hand. "Well, Mr. Zeddmore, it's over." "Yeah, Commodore, I guess it is." Much had happened since that silly charge against the Saibamen. Tenchi stood nearby watching them. He too, had been part of that initial group. They were friends now, and when he left, Winston and Hornblower would still be with him. Piccolo stood away from the group. It just wasn't his style to be a groupie. His training clothes flowed in the gentle breeze once again, his arms crossed. He felt a pat on his shoulder; it was Ryan. "No hard feelings, all right?" Stiles held out his hand. Piccolo looked at it for a minute and then shook it. Ryan felt jabs of pain. Piccolo merely grinned. Ryan withdrew his hand carefully, massaging it. Nope, he had never figured out Mr. Green Guy.