In the city of Vancouver, everyone was in a hubbub over what had happened. It was bad. Not just bad, but BAD. There was debris everywhere; even in the debris storage facilities. Of course, that was normal. But this... this wasn't.

"Such a needless waste of human life." said Prince Schneizel el Britannia, his arms (appropriately) resting on the armrests of his favorite chair. He surveyed the destruction with a displeased look, and then flipped his hair and turned to his extremely camp sidekick, whose name escapes me at the moment. "Do we have the casualty count?"

His camp sidekick handed him a clipboard. "Around two hundred dead, five hundred wounded. Of course, those are just preliminary estimates."

His Highness looked at the clipboard for a minute before handing it back. He didn't actually know what to do in a situation like this, but since he had been in town at the time he figured he'd better at least LOOK like he was doing something. He didn't even manage that. So he waited in his chair on the airborne aircraft carrier Avalon just... sitting. Hey, it was better than nothing.

Down below, Diethard Ried surveyed the footage his news crews had taken of the rubble and the attack site. Today's terrorist attacks were so boring... always this "plant a bomb here, die for their cause there..." Terrorists had no idea how to run a show. He had just got off the phone with Richard Lazarus, who had ordered the withholding of any details important to national security... Which was basically everything. Diethard sighed and brushed his stupid hair out of his face. What he wouldn't give to take on a real story, one worthy of his Intrepid Journalistic talent. But, looks like that wasn't happening. Placing his hand on his butt chin, he sat back and dreamed a dream of the day we call today and other overly poetic nonsense like that.

Even further below, the real people with real problems were attempting to deal with those problems as best they could. Which was not well. The terrorists had hit a pretty major part of the city's Subway, and on top of that they hit the underground as well. So not only could people not get their five-dollar footlongs, but they also couldn't get around. With people still trapped underground in the wreckage, and relief slow to arrive, it appeared that what was a bad situation was only going to get worse through the Britannian government's mishandling of the affair.

Rivalz Cardemonde was one such trapped under the wreckage, and it appeared that he was alone. The young lad had been on holiday to Vancouver to visit his elderly grandmother when, in spite of his amazing irrelevance, he had been caught in the terrorist attack aimed at Her Majesty. "Gee, I sure wish I hadn't been caught in this terrorist attack on my visit to see my elderly grandmother in Vancouver!" he yelled to himself, because he's just the kind of idiot to do that sort of thing. Still, it appeared that he wasn't getting out of this area any time soon, and it was pretty dark. And the oxygen was probably running out. What was it that happened when oxygen runs out again...? Something to do with... pizza?

Suddenly, however, Rivalz heard a noise from above him. It sounded like pizza... no, wait, the other thing! It sounded like RESCUERS! And, sure enough, Rivalz began to see a ray of light reach down from a space a few feet above him. He struggled to reach his arm towards this wonderous light, this spindle of hope... It was almost there...

A rock hit him in the face as the wreckage continued to be cleared. Served him right, dumbass. He fell over onto himself as the rest of the wreckage gave way to reveal

"JEREMIAH GOTTWALD, here to save the day!"

A man with green hair and a robot eye leaned through the gap in debris, a crazy smile on his face. "HM! A civilian! Just as I had THOUGHT!" he yelled, at no one in particular. "Sayoko! I've found another one!"

Rivalz tried to get up but failed a couple of times because he was just so crappy. He did at least manage to utter a "Bzuh?" before falling the second time, and on the third try Jeremiah grabbed his arm.

"Please, don't try to move! You are not properly equppied to deal with this situation!"

With one ridiculous tug, he fished Rivalz out of the hole and into daylight. If Rivalz had been smarter and more relevant to the plot, he might have remarked aloud that physics doesn't work that way. But it does for JEREMIAH GOTTWALD!

"Can you walk, sir? Please, allow us to help in any way possible." said a woman who was suddenly crouching next to him.

"Hey, aren't you the maid at my ordinary high school?" asked Rivalz, since she was indeed.

"I am a maid. But I am also a ninja." said Sayoko Shinozaki, thirty-seventh successor to the Shinozaki School of ninja martial arts. (and housekeeping)

In the time that the spotlight had not been on him, Jeremiah had jumped an impossible distance across town and picked up some medical personnel, then jumped all the way back and set them down. They were quite disoriented from the flight.

"Yes, yes, everyone's a little sick their first time." said Jeremiah. "Of course, I wasn't, because I am a ROBOT."

The medical personnel, whose names will not be given because they are so amazingly unimportant, began to look over Rivalz for any serious wounds. And with that, Jeremiah shouted, "May fortune find you well, citizen!" and he and Sayoko jumped off to save more lives.

"Whoa." said Rivalz.