Revan's eyes shot open under his mask. He tried to jump to his feet, but found that a large chunk of debris was lying on his torso. He gritted his teeth and lifted the rubble with the Force, and threw it to the side. Then, he slowly and painfully got to his feet and examined the area around him.

The floor of the castle he was on was now exposed to the elements: the roof, so heavily damaged by O'Neill's unorthodox landing, had been finished off by the sudden battle with Maleficent. The wind now whistled merrily between the cracks in the jagged walls, and the darkening violet sky gave the carnage a lovely romantic atmosphere.

Revan turned his head downwards and examined what was left of his forces. From what he could see, there were no survivors. The bodies of O'Neill, Raiden and Wash lay where they had fallen, strewn like broken puppets on the ground. Neither Snake's nor McNinja's body were not in sight, but Revan didn't feel like searching for them. While someone could assume that they may have possibly survived the encounter, Revan knew he wasn't in a position to rely on possibilities.

Revan began to heal himself using the Force, breathing deeply as he felt his wounds slowly fade. While doing this, he considered his situation. Maleficent had moved on, that much he could gather. Otherwise, she would have stayed, to search for Revan and ensure to end his life with her newfound powers. The Jedi grimaced. The abilities she had displayed were formidable to say the least. Being no expert on what the others primitively referred to as "magic", he couldn't begin to theorize what she had done to the Death Note, but he assumed it was something powerful. The only thing which concerned Revan was that this power had killed three, probably five, highly trained individuals in a matter of seconds. And, continuing his pessimistic train of thought, there was one place she could be now - the Halberd, cutting a swathe of bodies.

Confident he was now in decent shape again, Revan strode towards the edge of the castle. He had to get back as soon as he could. There was one person on the Halberd who Revan thought might stand a chance against Maleficent, but first he'd need a bit of Revan's unique… persuasion.

Revan peered down the wall of the castle, and was relieved to see that the outwardly collapsing wall hadn't harmed the shuttle Carth had flown. Revan grabbed the rope, mercifully still attached to a brick, and slid down quickly to the ground.

"Carth!" he yelled, hopeful the pilot was still around. Revan didn't particularly want to try flying himself back.

"Carth?" he repeated. The rubble around him remained silent.

Suddenly out of the rubble exploded a hulking grey form which roared at Revan. The beast went to leap at the Jedi when its arms suddenly stuck to its sides and it froze where it was.

"I don't have time for this," snarled Revan, holding out his arm. "So get some sense or I'll use the Force to pop your big muscles like grapes. From the inside."

The grey creature slowly shrank back down into Jak, his hair returning to its blonde colour and his eyes going from solid black to a normal blue. As he transformed Revan couldn't fail to notice Carth's unmoving body in the rubble just behind where Jak was. Revan didn't mourn; he'd get to that later if he had time. Revan released Jak and he blinked confusedly.

"What happened?" asked Jak. His vision cleared as inspected the ruin around him. "I'm… guessing things didn't go to plan."

"You could say that," growled Revan. He pointed to the shuttle. "Can you fly that thing?"

"Sure, I guess," said Jak, picking up his MorphGun.

"Good. It's time for Plan A."


Scar crept quietly through the loud corridors of the Halberd, sneaking past heroes running to and fro to locate intruders. He watched them go, all gleaming weapons and obvious strength, and decided on a plan of attack which he hoped wouldn't result in him being beaten against a wall.

He navigated through the ship until he had reached the room he surmised they used to treat the sick.

"Hello?" he crooned from the hall. "Dying? Comatose? Mentally incapacitated? I'll take anyone who doesn't have the strength to push me away from their throat..."

He entered the room and blinked in surprise. Staring at him perplexedly was Vitani. He returned the expression, and there was silence for a few moments.

"Well," he said after a time. "Hello."

"Hello to you to you, Father," replied Vitani. "I can honestly say I didn't expect to run into you here."

"Because your new friends tried to kill me? Almost successfully?" sniffed Scar distastefully.

"Well, that. And also because, well, you're looking pretty spry for someone who was successfully torn into shreds by hyenas."

Scar's eyes glazed a little. "And here comes that repressed memory flooding back to me. Thank you ever so much."

"You're welcome..." Vitani coughed. "So, uh, why are you here?"

"We're invading you. Be prepared to face your destruction, tremble before us, etcetera etcetera."

"Well, yes, I kind of knew that part." Vitani motioned to the med bay in general. "I mean, why are you here?"

Scar sighed and seated himself on the floor. "Well, apparently we're supposed to be killing you now and generally wreaking havoc. But I don't really have the spirit for it at the moment."

"Why not? No offence, Father, but you're a pretty heartless monster."

"Oh, don't misunderstand me, it's by no means a moral scruple," smiled Scar. "I'd gladly be killing you all had I the ability. But I feel myself lacking in comparison to my colleagues."

"Why's that?"

"Well, let's take a headcount." Scar raised a paw and unsheathed a claw as he counted each off his allies. "There's Doom, the metal man. Bison, the fighter who's seemingly 95% muscle mass. Tai Lung, the leopard who performs incredible feats of physical prowess, half the time without even noticing. And my good friend Loki, the immortal god. Compared to that, I'm little outclassed," sighed Scar. "So, I came here to kill your wounded."

"Thanks for that," murmured Vitani. "But as you can see, we have no wounded."

"Yet."

"Good point..."

"So," said Scar conversationally, with a relaxed yawn. "How have things been going for you?"

"Well, now that you mention it..."


Maleficent materialized in the Halberd, slightly disorientated from the trip. The sickly green flames surrounding the Death Note illuminated the room she was in. She examined it – it was apparently empty. She started when she turned around and saw a figure behind her. It remained immobile. Maleficent examined it, and smiled almost nostalgically. It was a statue of a knight, something far more closer to home than Scientific portals or two-fisted marital artists. As she examined it, however, it became obvious to her that it was no ordinary statue – it was in fact a knight trapped in the form of stone.

"Ah, petrification," she sighed aloud, laying a hand on his cheek. "An unenviable position. Much like my poor Diablo. You have my pity, Sir Knight."

She pulled away her hand and pricked her finger accidentally on his Sword of Peace. She scowled, but her smile soon returned. "After I murder everyone here, I will return and claim you," she informed him. "I would enjoy having you as a decoration." She turned and strode out of the room. "Don't go anywhere!" she chuckled.

Hype, for his part, didn't react.


"What's going on!?" demanded Ratchet into his radio, to no response. He stared out the window, which now afforded the room a lovely view of one of the Halberd's large purple wings. He didn't feel especially comforted.

"Shit's going down!" exclaimed Zeke. "What should we do?"

"I know what I should do," announced Cole. "Unhook me from this damn cage and let me out there to kick some ass!"

"Oh sure," scoffed Zeke, bending down to open the device. "When you like it, it's a marvel. When you don't like it, it's a cage."

"Pardon me, fellas," said the Engineer weakly from the door, "but I don't think y'all need to go far to find yourselves a fight."

Before Ratchet could even form a question, the Engineer was flying across the room, slamming into the machinery lining the far wall. A smoking mark was on his clothes where a high-energy blast had struck him.

Dr Doom entered the Engine Room with a flourish of his cape. He quickly scanned everyone in the room. When he saw Cole, his eyes hardened. "Electric Man! Doom has at last returned to claim his glorious vengeance!"

"Oh no," said Cole. "Not this crazy bastard again."

Zeke and Ratchet produced their respective firearms as quickly as possible. The Engineer pulled himself upwards and likewise drew a small pistol.

Doom scoffed. "Foolish. The first man to bow to Doom, I will consider sparing. Otherwise, you are merely damning yourself to -"

Ratchet shot the doctor with his oversized blaster. Doom wobbled slightly, but his shields held. "You talk too much," said Ratchet shortly.

Doom roared and leapt into action, ignoring the bullets being fired at him from all sides. He flew across the room and punched Zeke in the stomach with a metal fist, winding him. Zeke sank to the floor, but gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus on Doom. He noticed the slight blue glow around Doom where Ratchet and the Engineer's weapons struck him.

Doom turned on his heel and shot at the Engineer a second time. He managed to dodge Doom's first strike, but the second caught him on the arm he held his pistol in. The Engineer fell, landing next to the engine room's heavy door.

Doom then flew to Ratchet, grabbing the Lombax and flinging Ratchet across the room. Ratchet impacted against the window and continued through it, the glass shattering dramatically and leaving a small gap.

"All fall before Doom!" shouted the dictator. "And now to kill you slowly, MacGrath."

Cole strained against the restraints of the engine, but the grip was too awkward to break by physical strength. As Doom approached him slowly, Cole let out some electricity in frustration. A gauge on the far wall responded, showing an increase in power to the room.

Cole made a realization and smirked. He strained himself and let loose a massive surge of power. The multitude of mechanical lights in the engine room flickered on erratically, all dancing to the rhythm Cole was emitting.

"A pitiful display," remarked Doom. "Your powers are useless now. Now prepare to die by Doom's hand!"

Behind Doom, Zeke pulled himself upright. He lunged forward and, having determined the location of Doom's portable shield device, wrenched it out of Doom's armor. He flung it out of the window after Ratchet, eliciting a roar of anger from Doom.

"Good going!" yelled Cole, straining with concentration. "Now to finish this son of a bitch off!"

Doom whirled around, intending to fly from the room before it exploded. He turned just in time to see the Engineer slam the heavy steel door shut. It gave a deep clicking sound, indicating it was tightly closed. Engineer saw Doom looking at him and smiled mockingly. "Nope," he coughed.

Doom glanced at the broken window through, but the hole in the glass was too small for him to quickly traverse, and the wall around it was too thick to quickly destroy.

Enraged, he drew his firearm, intending on killing Cole as quickly as possible. Zeke leapt up from behind him, wrestling with him and thwarting his aim. Zeke's battling was ineffectual, but it gave Cole the time he needed.

"Zeke..." said Cole quietly. He didn't say more. Zeke knew what he was thinking.

"Do it, brother!" called Zeke urgently. His tone became strangled, partly from emotion and partly because Dr Doom had begun choking him with a metal fist. "Half as long..."

"Twice as bright!" roared Cole in response, doubling the volume of electricity he was forcing, then tripling it. He glowed and intense blue as the lightning ripped through his body and into the machine. Around the engine room, sparks burst and lights blew. Mechanical components tore themselves asunder as the room began to suffer a series of minor explosions.

Dr Doom succeeded in throwing off Zeke, but it was too late. The room was doomed to detonate. In one final act of rage, Doom raised his arms, his hands balled into furious fists, and bellowed "MACGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATH!" in voice so loud it seemed to be the cause of the frenzied destruction around him.

And then the engine room exploded.


"What was that?" Meta Knight roared as his precious ship rocked with an explosion. The lights of the equipment on the bridge dimmed to nothing.

"It... appears that the engine room has been destroyed," reported Clank shakily.

Meta Knight rubbed his mask with one hand, as though easing a headache. "We have yet to even take off..." he muttered angrily. "HK-47!" he ordered. "What's our situation?"

"Report: Before our instruments lost power, they registered five intruders in various points of the ship, followed by a sixth," the droid reported. "One was very close by indeed."

"Then secure the bridge!" commanded the captain. HK-47 walked to the main door, locked it, and then aimed his blaster at it.

"Clank!" barked Meta Knight. The small robot jumped, having been lost in thought. "There should be emergency beacons still active," said Meta Knight. "Activate them. They should have enough range to inform our far away allies of our situation."

Clank nodded and began to search for the devices.

"Knock knock," came a voice through the Bridge's door.

"Query: Who's there?" queried HK-47.

"The fellow who just left your tactical headquarters a mass of burning flames, and kicked your elderly general right through the walls of the ship."

"Impressive," said HK-47. "Uh, I mean, despicable!"

"It is quite a claim," said Meta Knight. "I fear I cannot stop this intruder by brute force. HK-47, it is time to utilize our previous work."

"Reply: But of course!" replied HK-47. "I shall prepare it post-haste." He ran to a computer console and began working at it.

"What's this?" asked Clank

Meta Knight went to explain, but at that juncture the metal door of the bridge came unfixed. M Bison strode through, wrenching a chunk out of the wall and flinging it at HK-47. It spun through the air and cleanly cleaved HK-47's head from his shoulders. The droid fell slowly to the side.

"How rude," sniffed HK-47's head from the floor.

Meta Knight drew his sword and facing M Bison, who laughed at his height.

"Clank," rumbled the captain. "You have served me excellently for your short tenure as a Meta Knight."

"My thanks," said the robot gratefully.

"Bear in mind that that is my reason for doing this." Meta Knight whirled violently around, struck Clank with the flat of his sword, and knocked him through the window to the deck below.

Bison laughed. "Finally, someone who will fight me man-to-man!"

Meta Knight shook his head. Bison tilted his. "Why?" he asked. "What did yo-"

And then the bridge exploded.