Chapter 4: Insertion

The place they exited out of the portal was not what they expected. It was muddy and dark, filled with a weird odour. Like a hospital, a sterile environment smell. In the distance was Hex Optimum's Metropolis Station, a giant monolith of technology in the dark and deserted wasteland. Scattered around were defence structures, mangled by some sort of massive beasts. Still shimmering behind them was the portal, perhaps their only way out.

"Alright, greeny and bandana man, scout up ahead. Thor and Optimal Value-" The Doom Guy said.

"PRIME!" The Autobot yelled, making a nearby wreck shatter like glass.

"Whatever, Optimal Prime, you and Pointy hat here guard the entry point. Me, four-eyes, and psycho will set up a perimeter." As he finished, everyone did their tasking. From the portal emerged what looked like a cargo container, but it was later revealed to be Optimus's Mobile base. It transformed, revealing a heavily defended stronghold..

Meanwhile, the scouts made their way to a ridge overlooking the massive valley that lead into the station. However, all they could see was a pit of pitch black. Xenos, billions of them, the all looked like a massive blob of motion, scratching and clawing, leaping and shoving. They were as ugly as the hologram back at G's place depicted. Slimy, gooey, pointy masses of pain and destruction with claws the size of Volkswagens.

"Enormous problem, this presents" Yoda said, scratching his chin. "Inform the others, we must. Plan of action, we shall create." Snake took out his binoculars and looked for the entrance. It was a massive door, almost dwarfing the station itself. A giant hexagon with the company's logo in the dead centre.

"You get back, and hurry. I'll keep in communication with my Codec" He whispered while tapping his ear. He then disapeared in a cardboard box. Yoda nodded and hopped away.

The Jedi Master informed the others at their temporary headquarters of the situation.

"Wonderful, now we have several billions problems." Ash announced upon hearing the numbers. They all stood in a circle in the main operations bay of the base.

"Perhaps we should call in more troops for this fight" Optimus inquired, half to himself. Gordon was pacing around and suddenly looked up and held his finger in the air. He then began writing feverishly on the wall with a big marker. "I have idea, but I'm going to need some paper and the biggest shoe you can find"

They set out from the base and divided again. Snake and Yoda were the left flank, Ash and The Doom Guy was on the right, and Optimus and Thor went through the centre. They all waited on a ridge until the go-ahead was given by Gordon, through as system of lights of course, who was back at the base, managing the operation. Thor went over first, leaping a mile in the air and landing with the hugest body slam in galactic history. Optimus was ploughing though an army in truck form, then transformed, gun in hand, and melted another hundred in a period of 30 seconds. Snake leapt up while dual wielding .50 calibre machine guns and just turned the first line into paste. Yoda on the other hand had turn his area into a blender, seamlessly tossing and chopping the massive aliens to little bite-sized pieces. Ash and Doomie were fighting side by side in glorious chopping action as the bloody fists and rusty chainsaw came face to face with alien hide. Neon blue blood covered everything and Ash pulled his boom-stick from his holster and caved one Xeno's face in.

"Hope ya like that! Because I got seconds!" He yelled as he arched his back in the air and sliced the alien in half. Meanwhile, Doom Guy was turning many Xenos into melted wax with a massive blast from his BFG. Out of ammo, he grabbed his Chaingun out of nowhere and started turning wave after wave into organic rubble.

Gordon threw the notepad through the shimmering portal. He hoped that this would work.

The G-man picked up the earthen parchment stuck in a large foot casing and raised it to optimal viewing range. He read the note inscribed. He put it in his pocket and left to do some…house calls.

Sitting down for a nice cup of tea, Winston relaxed and thought about his latest victory.

"Those silly German buggers, they won't dare try to pick a fight with Britain again." He said quietly, taking a sip of tea. Suddenly, his kitchen doorway disappeared into a blank white portal. A man in a snazzy blue suit entered his room and put his briefcase on his bewildered host's table.

"Hello Mr. Churchill, freedom and civil liberties are being threatened." The man with noticeable speech difficulties managed to get out. Winston leapt up and smacked a button on his fireplace mantle. The whole wall spun around to reveal an armoury big enough to equip a 3rd world nation. He took two Tommy guns, several grenades, and a big cigar, and closed the secret room.

"Let's roll"

Bob Richardson held his loot in a death-grip as he ran down the dark alleyway. He suddenly stopped and looked around, thinking he heard a noise. After a quick survey, he kept running only to be stopped a few seconds later. However, this time it wasn't voluntary. A cloaked black figure landed inches from his toes. Bob fell on his back and started scrambling away. Before he could right himself, his feet were wrapped in some sort of rope and he fell down on his face.

"Who….Who are you?" He asked. The black knight grabbed the man by the scruff of his coat and hauled him to his eye level.

"I'm Batman" He whispered, and with that punched the guy in the face, sending him hurtling into a wall. The caped crusader heard a whoosh behind him, and threw a Batarang towards the noise. To his surprise, it bounced off a man in a blue suit.

"Mr. Wayne, I require your assistance."

Smack! Another man went flying into a corner. At least a dozen henchmen closed in on the kung-fu master, but held back due to the fact that he had two nunchaku. Another nameless fool approached, but was dealt with via being slammed into the ceiling and crushed by the force of a foot at 50 mph. Bruce was on a roll today. Strangely, all of the generic guards started to slow down, then stop all together. Out of a wall, a white portal opened up and out stepped a finely groomed white man.

"Mr. Lee I presume?" He said.

Everywhere around, portals were opening up. On his right, a horde of Vikings poured out. Just to his left he noticed a horde of Ninjas leap out and settle in a stealthy position. After 20 minutes, a massive army or robots, pirates, Vikings, Ninjas, space marines, cowboys, kung-fu masters, giant ants, super heroes, gangsters, Eskimos, and of course, Gordon's very own rebels had been assembled. They all had their own languages, especially the ants, so all Gordon did was point toward the fighting. The massive horde rushed toward the conflict, eager to obliterate all foes of humanity. This battle was going to kick ass.