Yo! Son Goku and friends! Bibidi Saga (Chapter 2)
Bibidi
Va-Vsh!
The air was still, almost nothing rolling across the red dirt of plains that stretched out for miles in every direction. Bibidi scanned the region as Buu now had full autonomy, he moved his limbs much to his surprise.
"Yes! Eat Thi- Nnn~"
And as always he stopped on a dime, inches away from making contact with the green goblin's head. Bibidi waved a few handsigns around and peered out into the nothingness that marked what was hopefully Planet Zoon. His enlarged bulbous eyes turned beedy as he shot a fierce look at Buu.
"No. No. This has to be Zoon. You couldn't have taken me anywhere else."
Buu was positively irate, his steaming white smoke free to float out into the air, the galaxy above them a beautiful indigo, stars so bright you could see all of them, the thousands upon thousands of small bodies dotting the skyscape. Buu was able to draw breath and release breath but that was about it, his body shook with violence as the smoke just kept coming and going, free to flutter into the flowing winds. Bibidi set his sleek black briefcase on the rough reddened terrain as he threw his crystal ball in the air. More glittery orbs floated away from his dainty brittle hands as the crystal sphere gyrated, images of the plains around them cast into the small device. He swiped on it like a top down touch screen map of sorts. He nodded a few times, his green whiskers jumping for good measure as he recalled the orb and let it sit over his shoulder.
Snapp! Fwuiiuii~
Another bit of magic later he called out to Buu.
"You have full control now." He stated as The Majin almost fell on his face from the sheer stress of trying to move and then forced into action.
Buu of course, hauled ass to wail on Bibidi but nothing came of it, he didn't stop either, he just couldn't as if his fists refused to aim on target, the green goblin stood there, checking his nails as The Majin went to town.
FshuuWsstWshtFshtFwuFuuFuFwu!
"Raghh! You Are Going Down!"
"..." Bibidi said nothing as he picked up his suitcase and Buu whiffed that too, try as he might it didn't happen. The Wizard said: "Parappapa!" And the suitcase performed a disappearing act, turning into warped space.
"Rrrrrgh! … I Know!"
Buu touched his ghoulish grey forehead with the tip of his boxing glove and tried to send it.
"Huh!? No! Not Fair!"
"The Majin Lock also allows me full control over how much I want out of you. Technically I can give you full autonomy and let you kill me if I wanted, but that would be a waste, both of my time and yours."
"My Waste!? How!? You Dirty Rotten Trickster!"
"It doesn't have to be a waste, Buu."
"Rrrrrrgh!" Buu glared down with vitriol, steam billowing and his maw dripping down saliva onto the red sands. "No! It Is A Waste! You Are Trash!"
"I know what you want, Buu. The Majin Lock requires a strong telepath to even perform correctly. I know what's on your mind."
"You Know NOTHINGG About Me!"
"I know that you wanted to be Kami, and that you got the bad end of the deal."
"RAGHH!"
FshuuFuuFwuFuu!
The air cut sharply and the ground uprooted from Buu's strikes, all he did was cut the air but the ground shifted in response, shooting out sprays of sand back behind Bibidi, a small sandstrom brewing as The Majin screamed bloody murder.
"Stupid Trickster! URUGHH!"
He stomped a single time for good measure, the entire span, far as the eye could see upheaved, forcing deep cracks into the plains for miles and miles. Buu's grey granite veins pulsed, jived, and jumped as he tried to reign it in, heavy breaths as he glared at the green goblin.
"Now that you've missed your chance at Kami. You want a chance at being a God of Destruction."
"Wait a minute, Whis, did I hear that right?"
Fwuuu~
After an agonisingly tense bout of frustration, the last puffs of smog drained from Buu's body, his veins pulling back into his bony interior and he loomed over Bibidi with intrigue instead of ire.
"You~ know?"
"No idea. Didn't know a God of Destruction was a real thing."
"Oh it's like these boys actually want me to pay attention."
"Finally. I was wondering if I could put something on to captivate your interest."
"Eat my ass, this is purely a business-centric endeavor."
"Oh~ are you afraid of the competition?"
"I'm not afraid of anything, Whis! I just need to know if I should Be paying attention. If this bag of bones really wants to step to me I'd gladly take him on."
"Funny you should say that, Beerus because he kind of reminds me of you."
"Bullshit! Look at that physique! He's sickly!"
"Lord Belmod says that about you, you know."
"Well Belmod's candy ass can't even beat me with Ultra Instinct, his opinion is irrelevant!"
"Hmm-Hmm-Hmm. You might want to watch this one unfold then."
"Ah-hem."
"So You're Lying!?"
"Only if you're lying, Buu. I came to Planet Zoon to serve my own ends but I have no problem helping you to yours."
"LIARR!"
The steam started to seep out again as Buu stomped a second time and lunged forward, clearing the distance in no time. His yellow glove whiffed by a hair and the two had another staredown as his grey veins started back up again.
"I just used you to get off Planet Majin. That's all."
"Used Me? Not A Very Good Idea! Not A Very Good Idea, At All." Buu stated as he loomed over Bibidi with his tall stature and craned out neck.
"The only reason the lock still exists on you now is because I have no guarantees you won't destroy me if I release it and then we play the endless game of, I reactivate to save myself and maybe I don't reactivate in time and you kill me."
"I Will kill you."
Bibidi shrugged a single time.
"Not while you're under my spell. But that doesn't mean we can't come to an understanding."
More and more conscious thought poured into Buu's being as he backed away and started circling the little gremlin like a bird.
"An..? Understanding?"
"You help me get what I need on Zoon and I help you amass power to become a God of Destruction."
"... No Deal!"
"I'm not sure you're understanding me here, Buu. You have no bargaining-"
"Shut U- Unn-"
"-power here. It doesn't matter what you have to say, especially until you calm down. You tend to fly off the handle very easily. I am-ha-ham willing to help you, don't you see that? I don't believe in unfair trade. I had a service I needed and you could provide it to me. You tried to steal my wares so I stole your use of Instantaneous Movement. I am willing to let you go now, or actively help you achieve your goals, it's up to you."
Buu's fury lessened, his ghoulish veins drawing back in and the white fog petering out once more.
Buu is a special creature. Remember how I said that it would be an unfathomable amount of Ki to try and travel through space or dimensional barriers with the technique? Buu's Ki pool is unfathomably deep, over 100 times greater than The Cold Throne's and their source is enormous. Cell was good but if you remember he had to fight The Z Fighters on mostly an even playing field with their techniques because his Ki lead wasn't very far ahead. Majin Buu's wellspring of energy is nothing to scoff at, you could refer to it as G.O.D. levels.
"You're serious?"
"I'm always serious."
"Nah. This grey stick figure isn't on the level."
"Well of course not, G. can only be born of hard work. Besides, Buu is only roughly 1/10th of a God of Destruction as of right now."
"He aims to be a God of Destruction starting at 100? Interesting."
"It will take a long time but I hold no reservations that he could meet that mark with such an expert wizard at his side."
"Who is this fool anyway?"
"Bibidi?"
"Yes."
"He's a Bidian. They're a race of highly potent casters. They aren't very physically strong and their magical prowess itself isn't their strength."
"Then what's the point?"
"They have some of the most complex and calculating brains out of the multiverse. They learn things almost instantaneously, meaning that they can become masters in almost any field."
"And he's allying with Buu?"
"It would appear that he is making an effort at the very least."
"Ah-hem."
"How would you get me to be a G.O.D?"
"Well… I'm not sure. All I know is that your makeup is one of the better ways to try and achieve such a bold status. You can absorb people wholesale, correct?"
"..?"
"Oh goodness." Bibidi shook his head. "Here."
Buu's glove lifted without his say so and the grey antenna atop his head shot down a turquoise beam of static electricity at a protruding rock.
Zlluu~Luwerrrt!
The red stone turned into an oaken brown.
Chocolate.
"Now this is Alteration Hakai!"
"Yes, it is. He uses that node atop his head to turn whatever it touches into confectionary. Chocolates, hard candies, sweets, sours, whatever he wants. But it looks like Buu in particular likes his chocolates dark."
"Ah-hem."
"Chocolate? Nice!"
Buu marched on over and gobbled up the entire boulder in one gulp, his skull and bones frame not expanding in any reasonable capacity.
"Most Madjinni can do that just fine, Buu. You seem to not be particularly well read."
Buu stared back with malice as the smog started to lift out of his head with the characteristic tea kettle wail.
"But perhaps that's because you were formed from the least desirable parts of your previous self. The good part wanted to take all the techniques for himself, leaving you with only the bare bones and the scraps, an unfortunate circumstance."
"Rrrrrrrrgh!"
Bibidi smirked as the white aura permeated throughout the reddened sands once again, his green antennae twitching at the prospect.
Using his Telepathy, Bibidi could tell, Buu wasn't mad at him anymore but at what a disservice was done to him by the original Buu.
"Tell you what, Buu?"
"..."
FWUUUUU~
"You help me find Planet Zoon's Lost City of Gold and I help you defeat that insufferable other half."
"YHESS!"
Buh-BOOMM! TWEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Bibidi was caught off guard, his clothes burning up and his skin almost searing to nothing. He could still prevent Buu from touching him but he didn't have anything prepared for the sheer hype and heat of the bombastic steam-based 'explosion' he conjured. It didn't sound like a tea kettle, it sounded like a freight train bearing down on him from all sides, forcing the green goblin to tumble onto the sand as his charred robes fell away from him wildly. Buu smiled wickedly, his pink aura manifesting as a veritable smokescreen poured out of his frame.
"Let's Do It." He commanded with crazy eyes, the crimson staring into Bibidi's soul.
Zauyogi
"so how in the hell are we escaping?" She asked in a frenzy, shooting up from her bed and staring into nothingness as The Yellow Lizard dissipated, another Galactic Patrolman walking just outside the room.
Tap. Tap. Dmp. Dup.
"..."
"~not only can i turn myself invisible~"
Vwerrnnn~
"~i can turn objects attached to me invisible~"
"okay, i see you."
"~since i'm out of practice, i simply can't do it for very long and it's more taxing the more ground i have to camouflage~ ~i literally cannot take all of you, and that's besides the point~ ~i don't become intangible, just invisible, so people can still bump into us~"
"..." Iwaza brushed back her hair and nodded along to his whispers as she wrapped her silky brown fingers around her chin.
"~so separate from it just being hard on me, we don't want a conga-line of five people stomping around the building because i also cannot hide our noise level~"
"oh."
"~this is a delicate operation and we probably can't sneak out of here completely undetected~ ~once we reach the hangar it'll be a mad dash to the finish to try and breach the shields, that'll mean taking out the guards on duty who let people in and out~ ~if they're doing their job then they probably won't like seeing a ship open and leave the hangar without any pilots in it~"
"makes sense."
"~Yuzun didn't get to display it but it's just because that Galactic Patrolman was something else. If we attempt to escape and we're not fast that guy will catch us in a heartbeat~"
"Yuzun was hired to fight wasn't he?"
"~yup~"
"didn't look like much to me, he looks like he spends more time on his hair then fighting."
"~i won't disagree with that but that's beside the point."
"..."
"~i have two goals that need to be accomplished before we get out of here and preferably they need to be accomplished in less than 30 minutes~"
"why's that?"
"~i've already killed a guard on the ship~"
"..! really?"
The Yellow Lizard nodded again.
"~i put a illusory cloak around him but it's only a matter of time before someone accidentally trips over him in the contraband room or notices he left his post~ ~that or my technique wears off and they see his body leaned up against the wall in roughly 30 minutes~"
"you're really good~" She let out with wide eyes. "how did you even get caught?"
"~that guy could see through my every move, better to live another day than to die in some scuffle with an unfairly strong Galactic Patrolman~ ~i know how to move my way around a jail cell better than anyone i've ever been put in the can with~"
"i can tell."
"~kay', i got a job for you~" He posited, giving a once over of the hall before he turned back to speak. "~ask for a restroom break and~ ~Llluuhh~" Zauyogi unrolled his shapely tongue and spit out a rocky pebble of Aurum. "~and throw this onto my body down the hall~"
"..?"
"~nah, girl, i'm not that cracked~ ~i conjured an illusion of my form over my bed so that people wouldn't ask questions~"
"gotcha, gotcha." She replied, a bit perturbed once she felt the slime grease her cocoa coloured hands.
"~i'm gonna fake a distress signal through one of my connections to try and see if i can get that purple bastard with the weird bowl cut to take it~ ~our odds of success basically reach 100% once that guy's off the ship~"
Vwerrrrn~
"~shh-shh-shh~"
"What the hell's goin' on in there!?"
Klanngg!
"Sounds like you're having a conversation with yourself or something!"
"I was."
Zauyogi scampered to the back wall again, brow sweating so profusely he was forced to wipe his forehead.
"You were!?"
"Yeah! I was! With myself!" She stood up with sass, sticking the Aurum in the back of her orange jumpsuit and walking up to the window bars with an attitude. "I have to pee, ya know and having to wait on you bastards for a bathroom break is really cramping my mood!"
Bangg!
"Sounds like a you problem."
Iwaza scanned the templar clothing for any notable details until:
"I'm not gonna go to the bathroom in here, that's for sure! I'm gonna let it out right near the door and then I'm gonna tell every guard that comes by that LAWE didn't let me go use my bathroom privileges! No one wants these halls dirtied do they!?"
"Shut up!"
Klangg!
"And then they're gonna make you clean it up all because you didn't let me go when you had the chance!"
"You know what, fine!" He shouted back with a vengeance, slamming his gauntlet on the wall, sliding the keycard through and thrusting the door open. "Get on with it!" Pulling the woman out of the room with a brutish flare as he stood stalwart in front of the door.
Zauyogi had been doing this a long time, he scampered right underneath the guard's legs as he forced Iwaza out of the room. If he didn't have a keen awareness of when to strike he would have had to wait for Iwaza to come back as Officer Lawe placed his back right over the window bars of the cell.
The Yellow Lizard shot past Iwaza as she motioned over to the cell, Zauyogi looked back and eyed Officer Lawe eyeing her.
"Shit…" He thought, maybe not the best idea.
In a fit of speed Zauyogi shot across the hall and slammed into the back wall, hard.
THLAMM!
The sheer volume out of nowhere turned the guard's head, giving Iwaza enough time to lob the item towards its destination and mosey on over to the restroom. Zauyogi rubbed his nose, gritting his teeth a bit as he crept along the floor, then the cell doors, then the ceiling, finishing his long trek in the communications centre. Several officers went about their business, talking up a storm to each other, to people who needed help, and some to themselves. Zauyogi fit right in, sliding under a cubicle and reaching for a phone line until:
"Hey Ordere!"
"Hey~" A cutesy but distinctly familiar voice chimed back.
"You find your keycard?"
"Yup. Apparently I never lost it."
"Really?"
"It's been on my belt loop the whole time even though I swear I checked it."
The Yellow Lizard snuck up the wall and squatted on the cubicle wall dissecting the room and separating the desks. He watched like a hawk as Ordere filed in and put her hands on the receiver.
"Is Prosecu in today?" She shouted across the room.
"Nah."
"You think she'll mind if I use the phone then?"
The officer just shrugged and made a face through her mask. The previous break room attendee typed in a few numbers and leaned into the chair, her templar robes flaring up as she crossed her legs and thumped her left gauntlet on the desk.
"Come on…" Zauyogi thought to himself as he jived and bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting out the call. Ordere gabbed on and on about her day to the woman across the line. "Ah shit." The Yellow Lizard made sure to keep to himself as he face palmed, dragging his claw across his maw before looking around. "That phone call's not ending any time soon if she's talking to her mother." The Yellow Lizard scanned the area, trying to snipe any empty booth. "Aha!"
He scampered across the only room with carpet and climbed over the desk, making sure as to not knock over any filings, papers, or items as he picked up the receiver.
Du-Du-Bu-Du-Du-Du-Bu-Bu-Boooooo~Gacklunn-
"Hello?"
"~it's me, The Lizard~"
"Are you out of your damn mind!? You're calling from a patrol line! I can tell by the 88." The voice from the other line chastised, de-escalating into a whisper.
"~yea~ ~it's me~" Zauyogi remarked as he stepped away from the desk and sweat it out near the other end of the cubicle, eyeing everyone in the room with precision. Just the light taps of feet on the carpet was enough to tickle his nerves and force him closer and closer to the edge.
"What the hell do you need me for?"
"~can you fake a distress signal for South Galaxy~"
"BRUH! You want me to yell at Yunba just for you to break out again?"
"~what's the problem~"
"I can't believe this shit…"
"~the only reason you and Yunba aren't on death row is because i'm good at this shit, now are you gonna yell at Yunba or not~"
"Fine."
"~nice~"
"What's the crime?"
"~The Macareni Gang were sighted down in Manu hanging out with the frogs~"
"You're gonna throw the damn Macareni Gang under the bus for a break out?"
Zauyogi shook his head with vitriolic disbelief.
"~Bitch~ ~I was the one that broke those motherfuckers out~ ~They almost put my ass on the line during the break~ ~closest one in my career to falling through and it Definitely wasn't my damn fault~"
There was a deep sigh from the other line until he spoke calmly and clearly.
"Consider it done."
"~how long you thinkin'~"
"... Probably like five minutes, get your stuff together and head for-"
"~yeah, I was gonna head for M-2~"
"Should I meet you there?"
"~nah, i don't need your help for this next job but i got your cut for breaking me out when i get back from it~"
"Yuh."
"~gotta go~"
Klllum.
Zauyogi darted and dipped around the patrolmen and women, smooth swan dives over cubicles and scurrying along the walls until he crawled out of the room ceiling first and slithered along the top, making sure to avoid the top lights at every junction.
TapTapTapTap.
"Where are you going, Merus?" A chipper voice asked across the hall as The Galactic Patrolman marched with focus.
"The Macareni Gang were sighted in Manu. They broke out a few years back and we've been fiending for leads ever since. They got caught stealing Aurum as well, just like our recent arrest. I don't feel like letting them slip through for free."
"Are you gonna need any backup? The Macareni Gang are a handful for a whole squa-"
Merus just smirked, giving a cocky grin as he placed the mask on.
"No."
The Galactic Patrolman was stopped in his tracks as Merus jogged down the rest of the hall and Zauyogi broke out into a smile. The Yellow Lizard completed the rest of his victory lap and squeezed through the bars of the cell into Yuzun's room.
Vwernnn~
"~phewww~"
"ah, gross."
"~oh shut up~"
The sweat piled onto the floor and stained his orange jumpsuit somewhat red as he took a long breather in Yuzun's forced living quarters.
"are we good to go?"
"~yup~"
"and you got Iwaza?"
"~yup~"
"Let's go!"
"~hah-hah~" Zauyogi let out as he checked the coast. "~let's go~"
The pair fist bumped as The Yellow Lizard gathered the remains of his strength, swallowing a sky blue cube, the Aurum subsequently lighting the way down, from the top of his throat to his stomach before dimming and ultimately dissipating. The sweat grew cold and stopped altogether as Zauyogi wiped it away.
"~we're outta here~ ~give me just one minute~"
Yuzun was incredibly patient considering, Zauyogi hitting his vanishing act and sliding through the bars just like always. The Yellow Lizard prowled the halls and opened up the door to a ventilation shaft down the hall, smack dab in the middle of the hallway, forcing the unit into the corridor before darting back to Yuzun's cell. As Zauyogi snuck back to the room he noticed that there were in fact convicts on either side of Iwaza and Yuzun's abodes.
"~tsk-tsk-tsk~" He clicked his tongue, putting his hands over the bars and conjuring the image of nothingness in front of Iwaza's and then Yuzun's cells.
The Yellow Lizard gazed down the hall and put his ear to the ground.
Nothing.
The Yellow Lizard shook his fist in victory and made his way back to the cell.
Znn.
"~it's ready~" Zauyogi whispered as he slid his card along and opened the door.
Yuzun and Zauyogi held hands as they closed the door, locked it in and made their way to Iwaza's.
Znn.
"~grab my hand~"
Zwernnnn~
"hey." Yuzun greeted with a modelesque smile.
"uhh, what's up?"
"we're breaking out. isn't that exciting?"
"~shut the hell up~" Zauyogi practically screamed with the lowest volume possible. "~we're not even at the vent~"
The trio slowly waddled down the hall in a crouch before Zauyogi stood tall and motioned his hands to cup their feet. The trio struggled desperately, unable to see each other and having to trust one another's sense of feeling. Iwaza caught the lip and forced herself in the shaft but caused an enormous ruckus doing so, her foot catching on the wall and banging loudly.
"Uh-oh." She let out plainly as she laughed a bit and crawled along the unit.
Yuzun was next and caused another sizable bang.
"~come on~ ~amatuers~" The Yellow Lizard proclaimed as he shot a glance down the hall, a patrolman booking it to see what the deal was. "~shit~"
Wsst!
Zauyogi cleared the distance in an athletic hop catching either side of the unit and placing the grate over as delicately as he could, screwing in the nuts and bolts with his tongue as the officer gazed upward and unknowingly staring right into Zauyogi's eyes.
"Damn…" The Yellow Lizard thought to himself as he finished the last screw and army crawled down the shaft along with the others.
"hey!"
"~shut up, I gotta make sure to lead the pack so you fools don't get lost~" Zauyogi barked back with a low breath, wiggling and bumping past the both of them with his squirmy frame. "~now follow me~"
The trio snaked and jived through the ducts, making much more noise than Zauyogi was comfortable with.
"~damn, go ahead and get a lot louder why don't you~ ~we're only trying to sneak out of here undetected~"
"sorry." Yuzun proclaimed with a giggle.
Iwaza furrowed her brow and stuck out her tongue in protest.
"~i saw that~"
"bruh."
The three finally reached the end of the line. Zauyogi clammed up his body and stuck as thin to the wall as he could, beckoning them forward. Yuzun and Iwaza's cheeks bunched up against each other as they both tried to sneak a peek through the ventilation door and see what they were lined up against.
"~i've been here many times before~" Zauyogi claimed as he pointed his yellow finger at the huge blue windows lining the edge of the ship, galaxies and the stars just beyond them. "~those are hangar shields~ ~if you try and pass through them when they turn red they will block you outright~ ~that or~ ~completely disintegrate your ship, and you along with it~"
"huh." Is all Yuzun had to say as he brushed his hair out of the way with one wispy breath.
"your breath stinks." Iwaza commented with a cringe-laden face.
"i'm sorry, i didn't have anywhere to brush my teeth in that jail cell. i could say some mean things about you too but i actually have a conscience."
"~so either A~ ~we sneak on outta here and get right through the blue shields undetected~"
"or?"
"~or B~ ~we have to manually ensure that the shields go down or stay blue after being found out~"
"why do you think we'll be found out? we got this."
"~i killed a guard on board about 20 or so minutes ago~ ~if they find that body~ ~we're in big trouble~ ~that or~"
As the trio conversed, a blaring siren and a robotic voice played over the intercom of the hangar and reverberated in the ventilation shaft.
"Prisoners Number 4 and Number 3 have escaped! Both were found out of their cells with-"
"We're going!" Zauyogi yelled over the blaring voice, undoing the latch as carefully as he could. "Grab on!"
"-no sign or permissions to leave! All hands on deck! Shipwide lockdown protocol has been initiated!"
As the booming voice echoed throughout the hangar the trio landed and booked it toward a ship in the middle of the calm chaos. The officers looked skyward and didn't notice as Zauyogi placed the keycard over the ship and threw open the latch.
"~you two rev the ship up and lay low~ ~i'll make sure we take one of the shields down~"
Yuzun and Iwaza climbed into the cockpit of one of the beetle ships and fell out of camouflage, bumping over each other as they clamored for the controls. Zauyogi sprinted, not caring for noise but still keeping on the cloak as he jumped onto one of the booths, latching on before flinging the door open and jamming his fist into the button.
Bu-Buup! VWANN~
The shield responded in kind as the other officers in the vicinity made their way to the booths and jammed the exact opposite on their controls, providing a litany of red shields contrasted by exactly one ready to go exit hold. The guards eyed the leftover shield as Zauyogi bounced and hoofed it back to the ship. Yuzun flung open the door and The Yellow Lizard long-jumped across the floor, landing in an awkward slide onto the backseat, his foot crashing into the leather onto the other side as:
WHAMM!
Yuzun slammed the door shut.
"Fucking blaze that shit!"
"Where are we going!?" She shouted back in panic.
"Forward~~~" Yuzun also in a panic, flaring his arms around, words having trouble climbing out into the open. "~~~Obviously!"
Zwunn~JMMMM!
The thrusters blared out into the hangar, blowing back officers left and right as Iwaza pulled back the lever and fired it, hyper driving out of the gigantic garage. The trio shouted with roaring applause, Zauyogi thrusting his hand over his head and laughing without a care in the world.
"Why did I do that!?" Yuzun proclaimed with laughter of his own. "My sentence wasn't even that light!"
"Are you kidding me!? You were about to get 10 years for fucking Aurum theft that we didn't even complete! The Galactic Patrol is a bunch of greedy thieves themselves! Half the sentences they throw onto you are a bunch a' bullshit!" The Yellow Lizard shouted as he turned back and gazed out the window of the ship, the enormous steering wheel crawling further and further out of view, swallowed up by the collective cosmos of splashy maroons, blues, purples, glittery shines, and blacks.
"Seriously! Where are we going!?" Iwaza questioned with great volume, hands off the controls as she eyed Zauyogi's head from the back. "Hello!?"
"Planet M-2."
"Well where the hell's M-2!?"
"Get out the seat, I got this."
"Fine." She protested only with a rolling of her eyes, maneuvering in the tight crawl space they had so that their defacto 'leader' could take the reins.
"What is, M-2?" Yuzun asked with a much less sarcastic bite, spreading out his wingspan, crossing his legs, and leaning against the window.
"M-2 is a planet out in the East Galaxy."
"East Galaxy!?" Iwaza shot out of her chair, placing a hand on the headrest behind Zauyogi. "Why are we traveling halfway across the universe!? That'll take like 100 years! We won't even live long enough to get there!"
"Not true."
"What do yo-"
"Just let me fucking explain for two fucking seconds."
"..."
"Damn!" He threw his arms up in the air as a declaration.
Iwaza wormed her lip and sharpened her brow with sass.
"Galactic Patrol ships are capable of lightspeed travel not commercially available. If you are caught running specs on a vehicle as fast As or faster Than The Galactic Patrol that also gets you in the can."
"Oh wow." Yuzun added as he parted his luscious blue locks out of his face.
"The reason we're running all the way to M-2 is because these Galactic Patrol ships are marked, meaning that anyone can find us so long as the ship's communication systems are still intact. We're going to M-2 because I have some contacts there that will trash the ship and pay us for it."
"Damn."
"Yup, we'll probably even get a better ship out of it. The reason I had to go take that extra time, Iwaza, is because if that one guy who caught us got word of our escape he might've caught up to us before we even got there, but now." He smirked like a bastard. "We're home free."
"You're a genius, Zau."
"I like to stay humble but yeah, I'm pretty fucking goated. That marks my 22nd prison break."
"Holy crap, 22?"
"Yuzun, don't give him too much credit, that means he's been caught in the act 22 freaking times, alright."
"Good point."
Zauyogi just held it, baring the insults as he locked in the flight path for the ship. The Yellow Lizard stood to his full height, feverishly checking the rest of the craft.
"What are you..?"
"A pen and a paper, I need to make sure to not forget."
Yuzun just shot a glance at Iwaza as she sat back down in the back, not offering anything but a shrug.
"Ah! There we go." The Yellow Lizard crashed back down in his seat in a huff, scribbling down note after note with intensity before sticking it on the dash to his left side.
"Can I see?"
"Go ahead." Zauyogi agreed, passing the parchment along.
Yuzun went over the notes aloud.
"Take off autopilot every 5 minutes, change course to planets along the line, rinse and repeat… what does that mean?" He questioned, handing off the note back to The Yellow Lizard.
"It's so that they don't snipe our flight path, I'm not stupid enough to put the coordinates on M-2. I know the placement by heart at this point but it would be suicide to put that down on our flight path. The Galactic Patrol has to guess where we're going if we deliberately put down misleading autopilot coordinates only to deviate from what we just gave them over and over again."
"Ahh."
"A jailbreak isn't about breaking out of prison, that's easy enough. It's about making sure that you don't get thrown back in while you're fleeing the scene. Simple stuff, come on now." He chastised, flicking Yuzun on the nose for clarity.
Yuzun just let it happen, blinking a few times blankly before he stared back out into the shifting maroon beyond that turned into a bright light show of whites as he gunned it into maximum speed.
"These ships are worth every damn penny." Zauyogi remarked as they absolutely blasted past the cosmos, blinking out of existence in one swift maneuver.
Merus
Merus' Galactic Patrol ship touched the ground and he hopped out with an assuredness to him, raising his piece from his hip and scanning the environment through his mask. The green foggy mist of the swamp wafted through, forcing Merus to touch a few buttons on the side of his headgear, spawning a gas mask overlay.
"Phuu~" The Galactic Patrolman took steady inhales of the environment, crawling away from his ship as the buzzes of insects and the boiling of the swamp water invaded his senses like an overwhelming attack from all angles. The dense fog covered the tracks of titanic frogs that splashed typhoons off in the distance, surging waves towards him and his ship. "Those guys are Big." Merus thought aloud as he gazed up at the sheer titanism of the forest green silhouette off in the distance, towering above him unintentionally before leaping off and causing an uproar.
Zzzzzzztt!
Wsst! Byuu! Vyuu! Snnk!
With a hairpin duck and dodge roll, Merus barely weaved a lethal lunge from a dragonfly, a sharp rapier-like blade jutted out of its mouth as it glared its thousand red eyes at Merus with a keen hunger.
"Great." Merus sighed out through the mask as the fog shifted around ever so slowly. "Why the hell would The Macareni Gang be out here? No one's gonna survive this shit without the right gear."
The Galactic Patrolman jumped and jived around the dragonfly's razor sharp slices, finding the angle and clipping its wings with expert marksmanship. As he landed the first hit the insect spun out like a downed helicopter, splashing into the muck with a squirmy disposition. He gathered a sunlight yellow energy in his gauntlet and out spawned a crystalline grey spear, immaculately polished. He hyped the spear and sunk it right into the iron shell of the insect, piercing its hide like nothing and forcing it to screech out its death throes as something beckoned to Merus from behind.
"Merus!" The intercom of his ship blared out through the distortion of the wet sweaty fog. "Come in! We have an urgent message!"
Merus flew over the murky water and back into the comfort of his non-mucky ship, manhandling the communication device as he closed the latch to the outside.
"Talk to me."
"Zauyogi, Iwaza, and Yuzun have escaped!"
"Wow."
"Did you finish capturing The Macareni Gang?"
"... Can you check the phone records on the ship?"
"Why?"
"I wonder if the distress signal that was called in was a fake. Can you double check that for me?"
"You might be onto something, I'll get back to you."
"Until I've got proof otherwise I'm just gonna relax back in the ship."
Merus cut communications and took control of the craft, bringing it out of the swamp and into the foggy atmosphere above, the gaseous climate only shielding it for so long until he breached the green and brown clouds, revealing the true giant nature of the toads, their stature so large they went past the stratosphere. Merus took off his golden templar helmet and shook his head in awe as the massive amphibians simply hopped along without a care in the world, the ocean of swamps buckling to their will and splashing in brutal tsunamis. He eyed the frogs for longer than he cared to admit, abruptly called to action by:
"Merus! You were right on the money!"
"..."
"Merus! Are you there!?"
"Oh, damn." He blinked a few times, grabbing hold of the talkie on the front console. "What is it?"
"We checked the call logs and while the distress call was faked, it led to one of our own."
"..? What?"
"Zauyogi made the call from Inside the ship."
"You've got to be joking! How!?"
"He called a contact from an unused line, someone in the call centre was sick today. There was only one call on that line so it was pretty easy to figure that part out."
"So what does that mean?" Merus questioned as he tilted the controls down and headed back for the murky green waters.
"It was a set-up, he called someone so that They could call someone, who in turn would send out the distress signal. He's pretty good about this stuff but he did leave some loose ends."
"And?" Merus asked as he put his boot on the window and put the ship into rest, gazing out at the dead dragonfly in the marsh.
"Apparently he's headed to some planet called M-2."
"M-2?"
"Yeah. But we have no record of a planet like that."
"I don't assume they took apart the engine just for the chip during the breakout did they?"
"Nope!" The officer sounded out with a chipper chirp. "You can still track em' down the old fashioned way!"
"Nice. I'm coming back to HQ for a cube-ship."
"Wow, that serious?"
"I underestimated Yogi. I Won't do that again."
Bikkura Quoitur
Awash with white, a city stood untouched by man but by machine, except that wasn't true. Now while there wasn't a single organic lifeform of any kind could be found, there were the telltale signs of existence. No flora, nor fauna, but there was rust, and packed away on the city streets were some vending machines, faded chips and snacks lost to time. The only thing that stood in the clean, absolutely spotless city were robots, tons of units marching in single file. The roads themselves were taken care of but everything else had been put to the wayside. Strange contrasts between immaculately clean chrome and grungy brown dusty rust were commonplace. Green little droids with a circular design and a single piercing orb-like eye that loomed red just behind the glass. As the tiny soldiers marched on, another robot was hard at work.
"Thank You." The shiny silver giant relayed with a bow to the purple units, much taller than the tiny green soldiers but still paling in comparison to the silver robot. A fiery orange flame waged inside his stomach, the blaze exposed to all who cared to see it. The machine possessed two searchlight-like eyes and two vents, billowing with grey smoke as the fire raged. With a stuttering clang and a heavy crunch the robot swallowed pile after pile of junk garbage the purple units with tails provided the inorganic creature.
This is Bikkura Quoitur, Zauyogi's contact. He is actually an outsider on M-2, despite fitting in perfectly with the planet's protocol. Once he arrived not too long ago he was immediately put to work, shaping metals, roads, and whatever else out of used up junk. The higher ups used to throw the scraps in scrap heaps, a major waste of space on the constantly bustling and evolving planet. Anything that could be improved or streamlined would be so, to disagree is to be incorrect and to throw away scrap instead of recycling it is blasphemy, but strangely, if it were already out of the way, they seemed to let it rot and fester rather than move it.
The shimmery grey metal shaper opened up its top hatch and munched, devouring rusty robots, misaligned I beams, old models of the city, whatever the purple drones had to offer Bikkura ran through, the fire in his stomach blazing with each bit of metal and the steam pumping out of him funneling into the chrome-laden cityscape. He did this until a commanding voice blurted over the speakers all around the city from every corner, every streetlight.
"We've got Bio-Lifes coming to M-2. They'll be here shortly. Battle-Type Machine Mutants on standby!"
Bikkura continued to chow down on the leftover scraps and outdated metals until he saw a pill shaped ship drift down towards the chrome surface. The various buildings on the planet had no doors, or really any entry points of any kind, no windows either, much to Yuzun's surprise.
"This is uhh… certainly interesting." The Pretty Boy commented as they entered the atmosphere and started to descend onto the only chrome part of the planet, miles and miles of brown set out far away from the structure this little vista provided..
"Wow." Zauyogi let out as he gazed upon the fully chrome world. "I'm gone like two years and they go and spray paint the whole planet."
"I wouldn't say the whole planet, dude." Iwaza remarked as she looked out the back and saw the epic expanse of what used to probably be a nice place to live.
As the trio touched down in their ship, Bikkura went back to work while a veritable army of purple tailed orb robots prowled the premises. An enormous plaza complete with a glistening fountain opened up its sliding glass doors and a man of epic proportions gallantly walked out of the building, gazing his ethereal target-like eyes towards the ship. The man was massive and looked somewhat like a wrestler, wearing black speedo trunks over his teal blue frame. Adorned with strange yellow armour on his head, chest, forearms, and legs, a ribbed green design segmenting the pieces. He had steely studs on each elf ear. His eyes hummed lowly as he leaped from the top platform miles away, landing with a shockwave and thunderous thud right in front of the ship.
TUUUUMMMMMMM!
The regal boom rocked the boat as Zauyogi, Yuzun, and Iwaza attempted to open up the hatch.
"Holy shit…" Zauyogi commented. "Is that you, Rilldo?"
The Big Blue Man sharpened his shaved brows, gazing back up at The Yellow Lizard.
"Hmmm! Is that you, Zauyogi?"
"Wow… you've-"
"Changed? No. Evolved. Change is not wholly inaccurate but change does not denote positive or negative inherently. Evolution however, that specifically describes the process of acclimating to one's climate."
Zauyogi took one step onto the metal sheen of the outside as purple robots aimed their sights on him immediately.
He couldn't believe it, Zauyogi broke Rilldo out of Rygol-7's maximum security prison not even two full years ago. A different man, a different time. He had hair at one point, and his eyes were green, not red.
Rilldo called off all of the machine mutants with a wave of his right hand, a conductor's hush forcing the purple robots to comply and shelve their weapons back into their compartments.
"Hold your fire until I say."
"Until he says!?" Iwaza shot out with bewilderment, hands on her hips. "This is your guy!?" She questioned, harsh hand on The Yellow Lizard's shoulder.
"No. Rilldo's no-"
"General Rilldo."
"..." The pair locked eyes, between the two of them, nothing resembled a cordial nature other than the fact that they weren't directly striking each other. "General… Rilldo… is not my contact."
"State your business, Bio-Lifes." The General commanded as his terminator eyes marked all three of their frames with precision. "I am authorised to eliminate Any purely organic life form that steps foot on this planet. I suggest you follow orders lest you be Terminated."
"I'm here to speak with Bikkura."
"The Non-M-2?"
"... Yes." Zauyogi took a bit of a backstep as he said it, The General looming over all three of them with his hulking physique.
"... Very well."
The Yellow Lizard swallowed harshly as The Big Blue Man finally turned around, his presence leaving with him as he waved off the purple units and gave one last glance at the trio.
"You have two hours to do your business with Bikkura Quoitur. After that, I will eliminate any Bio-Life stragglers."
"What!?" Iwaza blurted out.
"You heard me." Is all he said before he leapt again, disappearing into the ethereal blue sky, blasting back heavy winds towards the trio.
"Freakshow…" Iwaza sassed, curling her silvery hair behind her ear as she said it.
"Where are we taking the ship?"
"Yuzun."
"What?"
"Grab it."
"Grab what?"
Zauyogi pointed and Yuzun:
"Oh! Of course." Picked it up with his bare hands.
"Follow me." The Yellow Lizard proclaimed as they sprinted across the various metals with the same chrome finishes over and over again. The green little units eyed the trio curiously as they made their way towards the scrap heap. Yuzun hopped from place to place with the ship over his shoulder like it were a shopping bag and not an incredibly hefty piece of spacial traversing equipment.
General Rilldo's voice dissuaded the units from opening fire on the Bio-Lifes.
"Attention all Machine Mutants!"
Zauyogi paid particularly close attention, shooting glances at the communication devices that seemed to blurt out from every possible angle, the bridges, the streetlights, the empty buildings, the properly cleaned vending machines filled with motor oil, you name it and it had a speaker attached somewhere in its makeup.
"Do Not open fire on the Bio-Lifes. They are on business with Bikkura Quoitur. Give them space and return to your duties! Standby until I give the orders!"
Qua~Clmm!
Zauyogi furrowed his brow as the trio landed in front of the iron giant chewing away happily at the rusted and beat up robots.
"Chuu~" The steam from his accessories bellowed and churned as his spotlight eyes made contact with Zauyogi's. "Friend!"
"How ya doin', friend?" The Yellow Lizard asked with a great deal more passion than he just conversed with moments earlier, giving the firm metal of Bakkura a loud slap.
DONGG!
"Tweeee~ Good. Why are you here? Ga-Chugga~"
"We just got back from another breakout."
THUMPP!
The ground echoed as Yuzun placed the hefty ship on the metal sheet in front of the giant mechanical being.
"Ga-Chuu~ You want me to eat that?"
"Yes, if you'd please. I also need a favour."
CronchCronchKronnKweroonnchle~
"Byuu~ NomNomNom! Sure thing! Ga-Chugga~"
"Can you get us a ship out of here with any of the leftover parts? We came in on that thing and if Rilldo is to be believed we're on a bit of a time limit."
"I think- Chuu~ I can manage that. Ga-Chugga~"
"Thanks a million, Bikkura. Also."
The giant robot finished off the rest of his meal, the fire in his stomach burning ever brighter at the materials before he spawned a base for the ship out of his insides, opening up the door to his midsection like it was a furnace. The metal shaper went to work, molding the metal in his hands as he looked back at Zauyogi.
"We're probably gonna drop off a Galactic Patroller, so uhh… just thought I'd give you the heads up."
"Chuu~ Makes- sense." Bikkura gave a thumbs up as his body stuttered and shook like a washing machine on its last legs.
The other two pulled Zauyogi aside.
"Hey man, what's up with M-2? I thought you were cool here. I've tried to be reasonable seeing how you got us out of that freezing jail cell basically single handedly but I'm not feeling particularly thrilled by the level of uh… hospitality. I can't even sense their energy." Yuzun asked as he placed both hands on The Yellow Lizard's shoulders.
Zauyogi furrowed his brow and gazed upward at the lavish corporate building looming over the rest of the planet
"They don't have energy?"
"Well if they do, I can't sense it." Yuzun proclaimed as he sighed, placed a hand over his circlet and leaned against a light pole. "That fire in uhh, what's your name sir?"
"Chuu~ Bikkura - Quoitur. Chuu~"
"That fire Bikkura has is like the only thing on this planet I Can sense. Everything else? Nope."
"I think Myuu's gone full machine then."
"Myuu?" Iwaza questioned as she examined Bikkura's work from a safe distance, warping and squelching heat forming the basis of the similar craft.
"Myuu was some geneticist or something. He was a damn nut job that I broke out of prison because he promised me a purely synthetic camouflage suit. Dropped him, Bakkura, and Rilldo off on this planet a while back."
"You ever get the suit?"
"Yeah. It's back at home base. The reason I'm so out of practice with my camouflage is due to that damn device. Dr. Myuu is so goated he made that shit in like a day and it's Still one of the best pieces of gear I've ever used in my entire career."
"So Myuu turned the planet into what did he call them?"
"Machine mutants..?" Iwaza fired back with an unconfident shrug.
"Yep. Think Dr. Myuu got everyone on M-2 high on the idea. It's only been two years and man does this place look like it's changed." Zauyogi stated as he jumped up onto the lamp post and scanned the environment. Thousands of little red lights stared back at him from every nook, cranny, alcove, cubby, and the stark city streets, sunlight beaming off of their pristine polish. He hopped off the light and landed in a front roll, strolling up to the metal at work. "M-2 is Myuu's homeworld. Apparently he was the best in the world at robotics. Something tells me Rilldo and him worked out a deal or something because he's not the same. Not even close."
"So that big blue guy wasn't an asshole at one point?" Iwaza asked as she shifted her gaze to the leaning skyscraper before them.
"Nah. Rilldo was always a piece of work but at least he was making jokes during the break out. Now though? Who knows. He's been modified by Myuu in some way, I'm sure of it."
"Any ideas on the modifications?" Yuzun posited as he furrowed his brow at the leaning empire building.
Zauyogi shrugged his shoulders in response, popping a squat on the chrome sidewalk.
"Beats me. I do know one thing though."
"..?" Yuzun and Zauyogi locked eyes before The Yellow Lizard motioned back to the building with his head.
"You're definitely stronger than Rilldo was when he wasn't artificial. By a wide margin. But uhh… seeing as no one here can..?" He spared a glance at Iwaza only for her to shut the idea down with a shaking of the head. "... sense his energy I'm not sure if that's gonna hold up or not."
"We'll see."
"We'll only see if Bikkura is slow on his metal shaping. Frankly, I don't want to get into a fight if I can avoid it, we've gotta get out of dodge so that Galactic Patroller doesn't find us."
"But didn't Bikkura already completely melt down the ship?" Iwaza asked as she stepped forward and gazed out into the marching line of machine mutants.
"Yeah, he did. I'm just being careful."
The trio stood around and twiddled their thumbs as piles and piles of scrap bunched up near Bikkura's workstation, forcing the metal man to shift gears and continue production on the ship to the side of his original shiny work area. Purple robots looked on and scanned the trio as they left their continuing to grow garbage pile with piece after piece of warped or otherwise damaged metals.
"What is going on down there!? Is something halting the production of road number 24!?"
As General Rilldo's voice boomed over the speakers a small white robot floated by, about as big as a backpack.
"Giru~ Giru~ Quoitur is halting production, sir!" The small white robot chimed as it scanned its lone blue eye orb upon the machine and the three bio-lifes.
"He's what!? Come again, T-1005?"
"Giru~ Giru~ Bikkura Quoitur is shirking his duties, apparently building something not resembling a bridge in any way, sir!"
"Bikkura! Come in!"
"Chuu~ What is it, General? Tweee~"
"What is your malfunction!? We ordered you to get that bridge built today! If you had stayed on schedule then that would have been accomplished with ease! Don't tell me you got sidetracked by these Bio-Lifes!"
"Twuu~ Twee~ Sorry sir. I suppose I did. Chuu~"
"Completely unacceptable. You outdated bucket of bolts. I'm gonna have Doctor Myuu reprogram you personally if you don't shape up."
The white scouting bot floated overhead, scanning the trio as they shot each other glances.
"What are they-"
Yuzun furrowed his brow.
"Damn. He can't build our ship without halting the production of the bridge." The Yellow Lizard asserted as he gazed down the metallic sheen, stopping halfway and branching out into a vast expanse of city below. Zauyogi ran his hand along the cliff of the unbuilt road and turned back to the others. Yuzun didn't ask questions, only sharpening his stance and leaning up against the light pole with more determination.
"So are you going to stop associating with these Bio-Lifes, or are you going to do your job?"
Zauyogi scowled before Yuzun brushed past him, stopping right in front of the speaker coming out of the billboard.
"Excuse me, sir." Yuzun inquired. "If I may?"
"If you may, what? Is this a Bio-Life I'm having the displeasure of speaking with?"
"..." Yuzun's demeanor ran ice cold as he stared into the black webbing of the device. "Yes. It is."
"What's so important that it supercedes my duties as advisor of the Machine Mutants?"
"We contracted Bikkura Quoitur to build us a ship out of the materials we brought from our own."
"..."
"If we were willing to wait for Bikkura to finish building the bridge, would you still raise your guns at us after the two hour mark, like you said?"
Zauyogi and Iwaza shot a glance at each other as The Pretty Boy measured his circlet and brushed back his immaculately maintained mane.
"Yes. M-2 runs a tight ship. If you cannot pull your weight you are scrapped and rebuilt in a better, more efficient image."
"I have yet to see another machine doing Bikkura's job."
"..."
The silence was deafening, only punctuated by the liquid metalworking their accomplice performed as it endeavored to build the space craft.
"Who else do you have for this bridge job?"
"..."
"So you don't have anyone?"
"No. We do not."
"Sounds pretty inefficient to dedicate all of your labour to one machine."
"Do you question our methods!?"
"I do."
The white machine stopped beeping, Bikkura Quoitur stopped working, and the other two wore duck lips at Yuzun's challenge.
"How can you claim to be so advanced when you fail to understand basic working conditions?"
"What did you say, Bio-Life!?"
"I said you need to make more machines like Bikkura, then you can build your bridges at a more streamlined rate."
"..."
"That's a failure of M-2 to assume that Bikkura could handle an entire bridge in one sitting. You failed to account for outside influences."
"Those are the fault of the influences then, Bio-Life. Your responsibility."
"Sure, but the burden of responsibility falls on you just the same for not hiring enough muscle to account for workplace accidents or turbulence in workflow. You are the one in charge, right?"
"..."
"Then you have to accept that responsibility. M-2's binary efficiency model is inefficient when outsiders come to your planet. How are you going to function under those conditions?"
"..."
"Bikkura is going to finish building our ship and you're going to-" Yuzun gazed up at the giant billboard of a blue man with an orange bushy mustache. "-contract Dr. Myuu to tell him you failed at considering outside influences."
"..."
"Damn." Iwaza commented as Yuzun stepped away with valiance, throwing the orange jumpsuit over his white tank top and buttoning it on the way back to the unfinished product.
"I see your point. I'll let you leave this planet alive. But know this. After we have built the next generation of Machine Mutants. There will be no asking nicely. All Bio-Lifes are to be determined as inefficient to work flow, and we will build units specifically designed to target that area of inefficiency. You said so yourself so I expect no arguments from you."
"Fine by me!" Yuzun shouted from across the way, letting his left hand lay limp on the air pompously.
"Yuzun!" Zauyogi yelped. "What if I need to scrap another ship!?"
"You'll just need to go somewhere else. I thought the point was to speed this up so that Galactic Patroller wouldn't hop on our heads."
"Heh." The Yellow Lizard scoffed as he gazed aloft to the perfect and pristine baby blue skyline.
"You certainly made it sound like you've got a lot of friends. Is this really the only planet you could have dumped a Galactic Patrol ship on?"
"... No."
"Exactly."
"It was just the only one where I could go through the same vendor to both trash and restore a ship."
The bright blues gave way to oppressive oranges and purples, night not coming quite yet but not too far off either. The machine slaved away through the day and before too long:
TWUUUUUU~
Bikkura was hard at work as he blew steam out of his shoulder exhausts and then his open maw, welding a window into place overtop the unit. After spawning a rotating scrubber the metal man polished the spacecraft to an immaculate sheen, reflecting the bright air of M-2 off the windshield.
"TWUUUUUUUU~" The smokey fog shot out like a locomotive and the machine gave a thumbs up to The Yellow Lizard. "Chuu~ Look good to you? Twee~"
"Excellent work as always, friend." Zauyogi congratulated as he patted the metallic thigh of his associate. "I know I can count on you."
"Twuu~ If you don't mind me asking. Chugga~"
"Asking what?" Zauyogi proposed, arms crossed as the pair behind him filed into the ship, lifting the hatch and crawling into the seats.
"Where are you going? Ga-Chugga~"
"We're headed to Planet Zoon."
"Twuu~ Zoon. Don't know any Zoon. Ga-Chugga~"
"Yeah. Pretty far away from here, that's for sure."
"You got another-Ga-Chugga~ job lined up? Twuu~"
"As always."
"Chuu-Chuu~ Safe travels, friend."
"You too." The Yellow Lizard replied as the two touched the backs of their fists against each other, Zauyogi climbing over the door and waving his last goodbyes to the chrome-painted world.
The trio vanished, warping out of M-2 at light speed. Bikkura let out one gout of heavy melting steam before returning right back to work, separating the gigantic piles of leftovers into more palatable segments to work on, an unenviable backload for just about anybody. The robot didn't seem to mind however.
Merus
The Galactic Patrolman walked the line, taking off his golden helmet as he took a kneel on the blue carpet.
"Get up… what are you doing here?"
"I want to ask permission for a cube-ship."
The King paused, his big bulbous eyes bulging out from his green frame even more than they already were.
"Are you going to do that..?"
"Angel Walk? Yes. It's faster than all of your ships, if I take a cube then I can high tail it after them and then pop the ship for the detainees."
Warping is also known as Angel Walking, the term itself being coined by Universe 2's G.O.D., Heles. Angel Walking is the fastest known technique for traveling across the entirety of the multiverse. It is the 2nd and final level of Instant Transmission. Remember, Instant Transmission may appear instant to those who are uninitiated but the user still has to pass through The Transmission Hall. The Transmission Hall is a dimension created by Lord Xeno from the leftover energies of dead deities, allowing Angels, and mortals who have learned Instant Transmission to run directly through objects in real time without interacting with them. Angel Walking leaves the user and those attached to them completely intangible by accessing The Transmission Hall while still visible to the naked eye. When looking at an Angel using Angel Walking it would appear just like a rainbow road of some sort soaring through the galaxy like a shooting star.
Merus happens to be my brother and an Ex-Angel In Training. He declined my role hundreds of years before Age 12. He decided that his time would be better spent under The Galactic Patrol then it would be in his words: 'Babysitting a God of Destruction'. Since he was never fully sworn in as an Angel he is free to cohabitate and affect the mortal world however he sees fit.
"Do you think Zauyogi is worth it? You said it yourself that he was small time when you got back here."
"Zauyogi might not be physically dangerous, but no one breaks the law under my watch and gets away with it. That is final."
The Galactic King wore a duck face as he nodded his head to the side in agreement. His wormy tentacles slimed and popped off the ground before he pressed a button on the back wall and a shelving unit undid itself and provided all manner of gadgets and gizmos. The King parted all of the weaponry in favour of a cerulean blue cube, sparkling like stars. After a tight turn, the octopus handed over the item and Merus palmed it with a firm resolve.
"I won't let you down, my liege." Merus made sure to impart as he took another oathful bow.
All The King could do was laugh and pat him on his templar pauldron.
"I don't care all that much about Yogi, but do your best out there for me."
"Yes sir." He answered emphatically, pounding his chest before walking out of the throne room with weighty stomps.
"Hey Merus."
"..."
"Good talk." The officer lamented as he parted ways with The Galactic Patrolman.
Merus placed his golden helmet over his face with pride and entered the hangar. Officers from all around gazed on in awe as they saw the blue cube in his hand.
"He's gonna do it!"
The other employees shot glances at Merus as he limbered up with a few stretches while still in full gear. But soon enough:
Zyui~Dah-DOOMM! VYUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuu~
The hangar shook once violently before settling in the wake of the magical rainbow tube tunnel that spawned in front of them. Officers from all around wafted their hand through the ethereal sparkles, waving it away like dust as the tron line shot out into space and lingered ever after. The mystical dust trail zoomed along the galaxy as Merus brought out a tablet and punched a bunch of keys into it back to back, looking for an application that signalled for gps. The system activated and Merus tracked down the ship for a few seconds until it:
"You've got to be kidding…"
Disappeared altogether.
"That's why we put the damn locator in the engine. You'd have to remove the ability to pilot the ship to get rid of it. Did they already find M-2?"
Merus stopped his Angel Walk on a dime, glittery dust notwithstanding, blowing past him as he screeched along the maroon cosmos. The aether existed just behind him and just a little ahead of him as he checked the map, zooming out and examining the galaxy on the tablet with light taps, swipes, and pinching motions.
"Galactic Control! This is Merus! Come in!"
"..."
"..."
"This is Galactic Control, what's the problem, Merus?"
The purple galaxy shifted slowly as the stars shined on in the back reaches of black paint splashes. The brush strokes of the universe were on full display as The Galactic Patroller shouted his situation back to the officer on the other line.
"Their signal completely cut out! Zauyogi's already ditched the ship. Either the engine exploded or he's gotten rid of it. If we're lucky he crashed into a planet going hyperdrive but seeing as he's broken out of over 10 different prisons across all four galaxies I'm not willing to bet on that."
"I see your point. Did you have a good idea of where he landed?"
"Somewhere in East Galaxy. I've marked the coordinates but I didn't catch him for sure, I can only ballpark in The Machinus System."
"So you saw them enter Machinus?"
"Yeah, their signal dropped off right about there, that I know."
"We're gonna investigate that call Zauyogi phoned in. For whatever reason there's no data for the other end that Yogi called. And interestingly, his associate actually seemed to know that he called from a patrol line."
"What!?"
"Whoever Yogi's outside contact is, they're pretty smart too. The only thing Yogi dropped in the process was Yunba."
"Yunba..? I don't know that name."
"South Galaxy. Yogi broke him out of some backwater prison over 16 years ago."
"Man's been doing this a long time." Merus contemplated as he locked in the waypoint for the Machinus System. "I'm gonna get going, holler at me if you have any new details."
"Will do."
"..."
"Good luck, Merus."
Zyui~Dah-DOOMM! VYUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuu~
Dr. Myuu
Test tubes brewed to a boil behind yellow glass as a blue man the same sheen as General Rilldo typed in commands feverishly into a giant computer. The bright red and blue lights of the command line and various cell groups reflected in his deep black visor-like shades as The General himself stood with an honest devotion, his arms behind his back like a soldier awaiting orders. The man had sharp orange hair, contrasting his blue skin with great vibrance.
"Doctor?"
"Yes? On vith it."
"I'm detecting a Bio-Life."
"Bio-Life? Here? Again?" The Doctor asked without turning, no body language, nothing, only carefully deliberating on the keys for a few seconds and then mashing in commands over and over again.
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"Here? Who knows? But a Bio-Life just entered Machinus all the same."
"Are you insinuating that the Bio-Life is goink to land hea'?"
"Likelihood?" The General shook his head, weighing the options as his target-like eyes rolled to the back of his head. "I'd say 70 percent."
"Vell vhen they show up, get rid of them."
"Yes sir."
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"Rilldo?"
"Yes, Doctor Myuu?"
"I've taken you up on your offer."
The General broke out in a wide grin.
"Excellent decision."
"I'm vorking on zhem right now. I'm going to dub them, The Sigma Force."
"Aptly named, Doctor."
"Purely artificial."
"Good choice."
"And another zhing." He posited, lifting a lone pointer finger before slamming it down on the keyboard. "Once M-2 itself is fully transitioned into a machine mutant I'm goink to make an artificial lunar body and vork from there. The laboratory takes up too much space, ve could streamline this into a factory that spits out machines with a self printing program."
"You think you can do it?"
"..."
There was a lull, finally The Doctor stopped jamming it on the keyboard. The only thing that could be heard in the room was the bubbling of water and the low hum of mechanisms turning and churning.
"Are you referring to Zhe Total Galaxy Conquest Operation?"
"Affirmative."
"It depends. We can initiate the operation, but it would depend on how capable the Bio-Lifes outside our sphere of influence are. Zauyogi claimed that there are Galactic Patrollers who are unfazhomably powerful, so stronk zhat zhere is no direct answer for zhem."
"With all due respect." Rilldo prefaced with a wave of his large left hand. "They are still Bio-Lifes. They will have to deal with the consequences of skin and bone all the same. They are breakable where as we are merely disassemblable. We can put ourselves back together again."
"Ve vill have to see vhat the future brings for us. For now, I vill stay dedicated to improving our military practice so that initiating The Total Galaxy Conquest Operation is feasible."
"I agree with that line of reasoning."
Dnnnnnnnn~ Clicc. Clicc. CliccClacClaCliccClicClac.
The machines hummed along for a while until Rilldo furrowed his brow and broke away from his stone wall posture.
"Doctor. That Bio-Life is entering orbit."
"And? Vhy does this concern me? It is your job, is it not?"
"My bio sensors are the only things firing, Doctor."
Myuu stopped typing on a dime.
"I cannot detect any passive energy signals nor a space craft. All he has on is a couple of small electronic devices. He is surely a Bio-Life but he is traveling through space by himself. No aid from a ship or-"
"..."
"I'm going to go deal with it now. He's just landed."
Myuu pointed to the metal stud jammed into his ear, corresponding to the one on The General's.
"Follow my instructions when dealing with him. I'll pull up his specs on the big screen." Is what played through Rilldo's ear, no mouth movements from Myuu, or a wriggling of his bushy redheaded mustache.
"Yes sir." He responded to the command with a patriotic salute before marching out of the automatic door.
A light breeze washed over M-2 as The General walked out of the picturesque skyscraper capital building. Robots from all shapes, and sizes gathered in their own communities, all focused on the small Bio-Life existing in their presence wearing a white robe, a golden mask and brandishing a black swirling mark over the chest of his cloak.
"Giru~ Giru~ General Rilldo, Sir!" T-1005 saluted The General with a quick claw hand.
"Spit it out, T-1005."
"Giru~ Giru~ A Bio-Life has entered the premises! I repeat-"
"Tell me something I don't already know." Rilldo fired back as he brushed the white drone aside with his meaty blue shoulder.
Rilldo's steps panged off the surface of the metallic sheen with harsh reverberations, pulling the view of The Galactic Patroller to him.
"Eyes up, Bio-Life."
Merus fixed his helmet, taking in a deep breath after removing it and shaking out his stark white bowl cut.
"Rilldo!" Myuu called out with a shaky disposition.
The General put a left index onto the metal stud and listened closely, sharing sharp eye contact with the purple Bio-Life.
"The computer is detecting over 8,000 Myu-Units! This Bio-Life is completely beyond the scope of our capabilities!"
Myu-Units are the unit of measurement used on M-2, of course coined by Doctor Myuu. They measure battle power in increments of 1 equals roughly 100. Therefore, 8,000 Myu-Units translates to 800,000 battle power.
Rilldo's eyes drew out of focus, the previously clear image of Merus turned into a fuzzy picture before he shook himself back to consciousness.
"But I suspect that is an inaccurate readink!"
"Of course it would be. He's a damn-"
"It is likely somewhere near… 9,000... considering he is fully at rest."
"... That does not compute..." His mouth agape. "There's no way that could be right…"
Merus stared coldly into Rilldo's eyes, the robots from all around standing at attention and waiting for beck and call from The General.
"Do Not engage. He can vipe out all of M-2 if he so vishes."
"..."
"I'm with The Galactic Patrol. I just have a couple questions."
"Galactic Patrol!?" Myuu just about shot out of his seat as he watched a livestream recorded through Rilldo's beaming red eyes. "Rilldo!"
Rilldo sharpened his burly brows as he listened to the ravings of a screaming scientist and a soft spoken officer simultaneously.
"Do you know anyone named Zauyogi?"