Nasch was sweetly dreaming of swimming with sharks when he took a dip into the water.

In real life.

Nasch started sputtering as he looked for the responsible party. He did not have to search very long for a certain orange-haired barian hanging by his knees from the rafters.

Holding a bucket.

And laughing like a psycho.

And about to get his head ripped off by a beyond livid barian with tentacle hair.

"VECTOR!" Nasch and the other barians yelled. (they had also got soaked with water, at least they HOPED it was just water) Vector leapt down from the rafters and started running as fast as he could with the other barians giving chase.

After he slid down the banister, Vector paused to drink the glass of water he had set out beforehand. He would probably be running all day for this so he had better keep his human body sufficiently hydrated.

…...

Around noon, Vector gave up running and just climbed a tree. "Truce?" he asked. His reply was an energy ball to the head from a very pissed off blond. The carrot-head landed on the ground with a thud, holding his head.

"Hey! Shark!" the barians turned their attention away from murdering Vector to see an energetic Yuma running towards them with Tori following while pushing a stroller containing baby Toma.

"Hey, Yuma," Nasch greeted.

"Great to run into you! I really needed to talk to you, we were actually on our way to the park and were planning to stop by your home when we-...why is Vector rolling on the ground holding his head?" Yuma asked, pointing at Vector.

Nasch walked over to Vector and kicked him in the throat. "Just paying him back for his wake up call this morning."

Yuma and Tori looked like they were having pick-your-battles thoughts before Yuma said, "Oookaaaayyyy... anyway I was wondering if you could tell me your phone number because... I kinda... well..."

Nasch rolled his eyes. "Yuma, we didn't HAVE cell phones during the number war. Whenever you called me you would call my duel gazer and I don't have that any more."

Yuma blinked. "Wait, so you never gave me any of your phone numbers?" when the barians shook their heads, Yuma turned to Tori. "See honey? I TOLD you I didn't lose their number!" All of the barians fell on their back anime style.(except Vector who managed to laugh despite the fact that his windpipe had collapsed)

"Why exactly did you want to call us?" Dumon asked.

"Because we contacted the world's leaders about the Maldorians. We had to tell them pretty much everything! They believed us 'cause the Maldorians are being a pain pretty much everywhere except it's really concentrated here in Heartland. Long story short, we talked about a lot of political and military stuff and they want to meet with you guys since you're going to be our allies!" Yuma explained in a couple breaths.

The barians stood still for a while until Merag broke the silence. "Uh, Yuma? Did you happen to mention that our human forms are fourteen year old kids?"

Yuma froze, "Damn! I completely forgot to bring that up!"

Nasch spoke up, "And when a bunch of kids walk into the U.N. claiming to be their otherworldly allies, what do you think will happen?"

"Well, you could prove you're the barians by using your powers-" Yuma started.

"And once they realize their allies are quote unquote 'a bunch of kids', how do you think they'll take it?" Nasch pointed out.

"...probably shoot themselves because they think the world's doomed." Yuma admitted.

"Exactly." Nasch sighed.

"So what do we do?" Tori asked.

Dumon thought for a little. "Maybe you could let them know that only I am able to come and the meeting will have to be held in Quinton's lab until we can come up with another place to meet where we can be in our true forms."

Yuma snapped his fingers. "That's really smart! You can take your true form in the lab and they don't have to know your human form is a kid!"

Nasch nodded. "We'd have to tell them eventually, but not until they know how useful allies we are."

"Great! I'll call them when I get home. Well, see you!" Yuma waved goodbye and turned only to be stopped by Tori.

"Yuma... aren't you forgetting something?" Tori asked.

"Umm... no?" Yuma asked.

Dumon pulled out a piece of paper and started writing something down. When he was done, he handed it to Yuma, who looked at it for a second, then slapped his forehead. "Oh right! Thanks Dumon!" Yuma laughed and waved at the barians as he and Tori continued their walk to the park.

"What did you write on that paper?" Gilag asked.

"Our cell phone numbers." Dumon replied.

…...

Dumon sighed as he sat on a chair in Quinton's lab. He was in his barian form and waiting for some major military guys and scientists to show up since the world leaders apparently wanted to have an 'official' meeting in some fancy place and all the emperors there.

The doors opened and Dumon looked up. Four men in uniforms, one of them who was obviously a high ranking general, and three men in lab coats(one, for some reason, was wearing a biohazard suit) marched in followed by Quinton. The general stood at attention as did the other army men. "I am General Angus, it is a pleasure to meet you, Emperor Dumon."

Dumon inclined his head. "Likewise." Dumon looked at the man wearing a biohazard suit who was now scanning around the room with some sort of device, "May I ask why he is wearing a biohazard suit?"

Another of the scientists answered, "He wanted to verify for himself that this place is okay for humans, not just take Quinton's word and data for it."

The man with a biohazard suit looked at his device, seemed satisfied, then took off his helmet. "Sorry about that, but I like to double check things that could be potentially dangerous." the scientist apologized.

Dumon waved it away. "It's alright to be cautious. You can test these things out for yourself if you so wish to, just remember that other people's results can be just as credible as your own."

The scientist nodded. "I know. My name is Dr. Ares Juliosu."

"He's one of the top scientists in the world. He is either an expert or very familiar with almost every field of science, believe it or not." Quinton explained.

Dumon held out his hand and Dr. Juliosu took it. "I was called over to co-lead with Dr. Arclight the team of scientists who will be working on figuring out the Maldorians' biology and technology along with doing anything else to aid in the war and give us an advantage." Ares explained. "And... study your species a little because you're a lot easier to learn about than Astral beings are."

"I suppose that last part was inevitable, what do you want to know?" Dumon sighed.

…...

"...and we breathe a mixture of oxygen and high particle energy-" Dumon was explaining when his phone rang.

"Why do you have a phone?" Ares asked.

"One, so we can contact our human allies and two, because humans look at us funny if we're talking to our fellow emperors through our baria lapis and we like to stay inconspicuous." Dumon looked at the calling number and answered his phone. "Yes, Alit?"

"Heeeyyyyy Dumon!" Alit said and Dumon could almost hear the cheesy smile on his face.

Dumon rolled his eyes. "What happened?"

"Well... Nasch,Merag,andGilagwenttofixupSargassoforearth'sleaderstomeet-" Alit rushed.

"Alit, slow down. It's a lot harder to hear you over the phone," Dumon said.

"Sorry! Anyway, Nasch, Merag, and Gilag went to fix up Sargasso for earth's leaders to have a place to meet so Misael, Vector and I are at the BARian alone together." Alit explained with a nervous chuckle.

"I already know where this one's going," Dumon groaned.

"Please please please please please please please please come over here! Vector dumped spoiled milk and stuck gum in Misael's hair and now Misael is swearing and chasing Vector all over the house! Vector's singing mocking songs at Misael, Misael's throwing energy balls and screaming... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GET OVER HERE!" Alit cried.

Dumon pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alit, you can deal with it on your own."

"But I like living!"

Dumon was five seconds away from banging his head on the wall. "You're not going to die."

"Yes I am!" Alit whined.

"Just imagine you're NOT going to die or get injured and take care of it." Dumon groaned.

"Okay... but I like not being tied upside down to a moving ceiling fan!" Alit cried.

Dumon smacked his head. "Look, I'm in the middle of discussing diplomatic and scientific topics with some human military and scientists; you have to break it up on your own."

"But Dumon!"

"Alit! You will be fine! And if you don't break up the fight, you'll still be having to dodge their attacks at each other so you might as well try to do something." Dumon sighed.

"You're right. I'll go outside so I'm not around their fight! Great idea, Dumon!" Alit hung up.

"That's not at all what I said-!" Dumon sighed and put his phone away.

"And that was...?" Ares asked.

"One of my fellow emperors was having a problem with two other emperors fighting." Dumon explained.

"Ah." Ares said in understanding.

"If you scientists are done, can we talk war tactics now?" General Angus said impatiently.

"Very well." Dumon agreed. As he went over battle plans with General Angus, Dumon made a mental grocery list for later.

Shampoo for Misael's hair

More first-aid supplies for Vector

Full body armor for Alit so he might be able to actually try and break up the fight next time

And lots, and lots, and LOTS of aspirin for himself