The room was not a particularly large one, but it was the only one large enough for the six of them that hadn't been destroyed during any of the attacks. They all sat on the hard concrete floors, exhausted, while their body heat warmed the frigid space.
"We'll start with the obvious. All four of us have shifted dimensions. We're refugees."
"But from what?"
"Demantoid."
"So he sent us here?"
"Yes. We were able to pick up an audio on your encounter, although we couldn't make it there in time."
"Then, what about that part about the lunar plains?"
"This might take awhile. See, there are infinite numbers of dimensions, which cluster and drift around certain clusters, again, of plains, which well, sort of, define our dimensions. There are about ten plains here in our cluster, and hundreds of dimensions. You might be able to guess that our plains are basically what our planets are based on. Lunar, Martian, Mercurian, Plutonic, Abyssal, etc. Our powers wax and wane as our dimension drifts. So what Demantoid said meant that this dimension is rather far from the lunar plains, and most likely farther than your old dimension was, so your power will feel low, and your attacks probably won't look or feel the same."
"What about our old dimension?" Usagi spoke low, as a tear rolled down her face.
"Your old dimension is probably ash, now. Ours certainly was."
"Wait, how did you get here? Because, I thought it was the explosion that brought us."
"Demantoid and whatever group is backing him have been systematically destroying dimensions, centering attacks on the planar avatars, us. Fortunately for us, many of their bombs have been faulty, and as a side effect, have created interdimensional wormholes, you could say. Since most of the bombs are set off near us, there are small chances that an occasional avatar might fall through. We heard Demantoid say that he set a fire bomb off in your world. Well, as your power is fire, you were probably guided through. Pluto and I were not with the rest, we managed to survive, but the entire living world was dead. We were able to discover the wormhole, and a lot more about the dimensional systems that we hadn't known before. Then, we jumped through and found ourselves here."
"Wait, how could you pick up our conversations remotely, anyways?" This time, it was Hiiro who interjected from his corner.
"Dozens of shotgun microphones. We had them trained to focus, alert us, and record when they picked up on an avatar's voice or Demantoid's. It's how we eventually found you." However, Rei noticed, Amy gave Hiiro a strange look, which she had done several times throughout the day.
Now, it was Duo's turn to speak, "Ok, why are you all coming to our dimension? And do we have er... you know, people like you from our dimension?"
"The bombs are keyed to the standard build of dimensions for this planar cluster. However, as we've discovered, this is a rogue dimension, from some other cluster. Of course, it's been modified to fit a little better with this cluster since it joined, but Demantoid can't get a lock on it enough to create a bomb, and all the wormholes seem to lead here because of energy release, it's virtually one of the only dimensions left in this cluster. Or perhaps it's just fate. Obviously, your avatars will be based on some other planes than these, but what, who, are where they are, I couldn't tell you."
"I see."
"So Demantoid is attacking us here to try to get rid of us, right?" Usagi interjected back into the conversation, sounding a bit anxious.
"Yes, he's hoping that not many more of us will escape to here. But mostly he's stalling for enough time to map this dimension and create a bomb that will destroy this one as well."
"Can we stop him, in time?"
"Only if we find more of us. One from each plane, if fate is kind."
"Then what?"
"We search him out and destroy him."
sub-chapter>focus>>the enemy
At some point in the history, the beaten, broken remnants of groups that once held views of world and galactic domination, which were stopped by a princess of the moon, and her friends of course, were drawn together from their separate dimensions by one man, who held similar schemes in his damaged mind, and thought to bring together the bits and pieces of so many forces, would be infinitely easier than actually to create an army of his own. Once all were present, they were all in agreement, in union they had a chance for revenge. Revenge only for their broken hopes, for all those who had gone directly against the defenders of the chosen dimension had come to complete annhilation or conversion.
They called themselves the neo-negaverse, which meant nothing in their actual lives or beings. It was simply a stylization, an imitation. They chose names like those of their namesake dominion, and dressed like them.
At one point, they made a final decision. It would be far simpler to destroy any life in the dimensions of this cluster, and to seed a civilization of their own,completely under their control, than to try and win over its current inhabitants. So one man was chosen for the job, the man who had summoned them, the only one with a true grasp on dimensionary theory. But one man without enough true ingenuity or patience. Demantoid.
Aforesaid man without patience sat in his quarters, reclining in an old, dirty, uncomfortable chair and tried to think himself logically out of his fury, but rage had taken hold. Before he could stop himself, he had torn most of his surroundings to pieces. No matter, they would be replaced, and with his excess emotion released he could get to really planning.
"It's those damn bombs. No matter what I do, more seem to escape. I have to destroy them before many more can join them. But nothing I send seems to work. I've tried strength, elusiveness, numbers. I even sent our only shapeshifter. . .all killed.
"Perhaps, afterall, I need a different approach. Yes, I think so. A new type of demon."
He grinned, laughing lowly to himself. He pointed his finger to the empty space in front of him. A light-emitting stream of energy flowed from the tip of his finger. It slowly took shape, forming ethereal lines, that eventually came to resemble a human. A little more work, and the lithe figure, long hair, and well-cut features were recognizable. He was contentfor the time being, and gazed at the blueprint of the fire goddess.
"An annoying pest. But you and your friends shall not bother me much longer, little girl."
A/N: Alright. Not much action, but a little bit of theory and explanation. A bit short as well, but there have been shorter. And rather good time, I should say.
Oh, and the entire name thing was just to emnphasize the different dimensions. You know, they're different but the same. Anyways. Thanks for the reviews. May your wit ever be sharp. Fira Khushrenada