Chase grinned as he observed the machines in front of him. Jack and Pandabubba had really outdone themselves. In front of him stood over a hundred robots. They all stood over ten feet tall, and and were about as thick as a regular man. With Jack's new design, they were three times as strong as his previous creations. They were programed to perform fighting moves, especially ones that could be used against the monks. They weren't invincible, but they would last quite awhile longer than Jack's previous creations.

The immortal had been busy for the past month. He had been recruiting the last few people be wanted on his side. He now had Cyclops, Vlad and Le Mime under his proverbial wing. They hadn't been too hard to convince, really. Cyclops was persuaded by the promise of food. Vlad and Le Mime simply had nothing better to do. Besides, the mime apparently had met Jack before, and had missed him(much to the young genius' annoyance.)

He trained the latter two to the best of his ability, but they just weren't fighters. It didn't matter much. Le Mime's powers could be most useful in a fight, and Vlad could now hold his own with the monks, at lease for awhile.

It wasn't hard to figure out that Dashi was now training the monks. He could have guessed that would happen even without his spyglass. And though the little brats were stronger and better trained than before, his apprentices and his new automaton army could give them a run for their money. They could at least distract the Xiaolin long enough for him to put his plan into motion.

Ah, yes. It was time for said plan could be put into motion. With a snap of his fingers, the Whistle of Yung appeared in his hand.

"Whistle of Yung!"

XxxxxxxX

Dojo sighed contently. He was currently watching Dashi train the young monks. This had become a common sight around the temple. Dashi was a strict, yet kind teacher, which was just what the kids needed. They had improved immensely over the past month. If they kept this up, the Heylin wouldn't even be a problem.

The dragon was reclining in a small lawn chair with an umbrella over it. He wore sunglasses and held a glass of lemonade in one claw. Yup, life didn't get much better than this.

His head suddenly jerked to the side. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he was hearing something. After concentrating for a few moments, he was able to identify the sound of music. But it wasn't like music that he'd ever heard before. It seemed to call to his very being, ordering him to follow it.

Before he knew what was happening, he had left behind his chair and drink and was slithering away from the temple. After he got far enough away, he changed into his larger form and started flying. To where, he didn't really know. He was just blindly following the music, not even paying attention to where he was going.

And so it was a very unpleasant surprise when the music stopped and his senses came back to him. He found that he was in a familiar place. A terrifying, horrible, familiar place.

Chase Young's palace wasn't a place that anyone would soon – or ever – forget. Especially if they were like him, and almost eaten there.

His stomach sank as he realized why he was brought here.

"Hello, Dojo," came a smooth voice from behind him.

He slowly turned to see Chase smirking at him. The immortal held a sharp looking blade in his hand.

Without any more words, Chase brought the blade down on the dragon's neck.

XxxxxxxX

It had been a hard day of training, which really wasn't saying much. Dashi always made sure that his young students worked hard. But with how much the young monks improved, they didn't mind.

"Grandmaster, did you see how high I did that back flip today?" Omi gushed to the man as they entered the temple. "It was so much better than Raimundo's!"

"Hey, watch it, baldy!" Raimundo retorted. He lightly smacked the younger boy on the back of the head.

Dashi chuckled at their antics. "Omi, you did great today – you all did – but remember that talk we had about not being too prideful and gloating is bad and all that?"

Omi hung his head in shame. "Yes, Grandmaster."

Dashi laughed and patted his pupil's head. Omi reminded him a lot of himself when he was young. He knew that Water Dragon would stop his bragging when he got older.

"I'll say, I'm about as hungry as a desert rat during a drought," Clay drawled. "I think it's dinner time."

"Dinner sounds good right now," Kimiko said. "I just hope there's still some left when we get there. Dojo's been extra hungry lately."

"Where is Dojo?" Omi asked. He looked around for his small green friend. "Usually he appears quickly whenever someone mentions dinner."

"Little critter is probably asleep somewhere," Clay suggested. "Wasn't he watching us train earlier? Maybe he's still outside."

"You kids go on ahead," Dashi told them. "I'll go look for Dojo."

"Alright, we'll be sure to save you some," Raimundo said. He then led his team to the dining room.

Dashi let a frown come across his face when they were out of sight. He was getting a bad feeling about Dojo. His fist clenched involuntarily, The dragon had been his loyal friend for over a thousand years. If anything had happened to him...

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus on the task at hand. Looking around the area where they had trained proved fruitless. All he found was the tiny chair the dragon had been reclining in. When he saw the dropped glass of lemonade, he felt his panic grow. It wasn't like Dojo to waste any sort of food or drink.

"Dojo?" he called.

He wasn't surprised when he received no answer. He quickly walked back into the temple to find his pupils. They were, of course, eating with Master Fung.

"Grandmaster Dashi, did you find Dojo?" Omi asked.

"No, I didn't," he replied in a low voice. "I think we should all split up and search the temple for him. I hate to say this, but I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Oh, I hope he's okay!" Kimiko cried.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find him," Raimundo told her. He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

They searched over the temple grounds for the next few hours. Unfortunately, no one was able to locate the dragon. When they gathered back together, they all wore downtrodden looks.

"Dojo is not here," Omi stated. "How could this be?"

"I don't know, Omi," Dashi replied. "But I have a feeling that things are about to get worse."

XxxxxX

"So, you finally managed to catch the stupid dragon, eh, Master?" Jack asked between bites of noodles.

"Jack, don't speak with food in your mouth!" Chase scolded. "And, yes, I did. I must say, he is most delicious," he added before he brought another spoonful to his lips.

He and his minions were currently in the middle of dinner. Meals with these morons were usually colorful. It wasn't long before they would deliberately try to annoy each other or get into some pity argument. But one sharp look from their master would cause them to cease their nonsense and silently eat. Really, sometimes he felt more like the father of a bunch of unruly children than an evil immortal warrior.

Oh, well. It certainly kept things...interesting.

"Since Dojo was quite old, he will give me extra strength and stamina," Chase went on. "If our plan is to be executed soon, this is quite good."

"So, when exactly are we carrying out our next mission, Master?" Tubbimura asked.

"In a few weeks," Chase answered. "I want to make sure that you are all at your best. I was want to be sure that the robots will not be so easily breakable." Jack shot him a look at this, but wisely decided not to say anything.

"Wait," Katnappe said warily "does that mean we're going to have to train harder?"

He chuckled at his student's stubborn laziness. "Yes, that's precisely what it means. Since – Le Mime, stop poking Jack! - since we're going to be going against some formidable foes, we're going to have to be at the very peak of strength and discipline."

He gave an almost fond looking smile to his minions. "You need those things if you're going to rule the world."

XxxxxxX

It had been a month since anyone had heard from or seen Dojo, and they suspected the worse. The young monks had a constant air of melancholy around them. No one said it out loud, but everyone knew they were already grieving their little friend's death.

Dashi wasn't much better. The man hardly smiled anymore, and he barely talked unless he was giving training instructions. He also became more strict and less patient in his teachings. But his pupils didn't mind much. They needed the extra work to take their minds off of things.

They had been in the middle of practicing a some new Bajiquan moves when they heard a loud crash in front of the temple.

"What in tarnation was that?" Clay demanded.

"Follow me," Dashi ordered his students with narrowed his eyes.

They all ran toward the source of the noise. What they saw was a sight to behold. Standing before them was Chase and all his newly required warriors. Of course, they instantly recognized Jack, who was standing next to his idol with a smug smirk on his face. Next to him was Katnappe with a similar look, and Tubbimura with a serious glint in his eyes. Pandabubba stood on Chase's other side, with a scowl on his face. They were also surprised to see Vlad next to the mobster, and...wasn't that the mime they fought in Paris?

Behind them were what appeared to be an entire army of robots. Just by looking at the automatons, the monks could tell that these weren't simple Jackbots. And , of course, they were all surrounded by Chase's jungle cats.

Dashi stepped forward to address the large group of Heylin. "What are you all doing here?" he demanded coldly.

Chase smirked at his once friend. "I'm here to do what I've waited over a thousand years to do," he answered. "By the time this day is over, the Xiaolin warriors and monks will have ceased to exist."

"Oh, really?" Dashi retorted. "We'll see about that, Chase."

Both sides just stared at each other for a few minutes. Then, after both masters gave a signal, they charged.

XxxxxxX

In a tree nearby, the battle was being observed by Hannibal and Wuya. They couldn't keep the sadistic grins off their faces while the observed their enemies slaughtering each other. Well, not quite slaughtering, but still.

Master Fung and the rest of the monks had come to join the battle. But even with the extra help, they were still outnumbered. True, Jack and the rest were far from invincible, but they were distracting and quickly draining the monks of energy. Even with their extra training, it was a struggle to keep up. The mime had already trapped Fung and a few other monks in some invisible box.

The robots were also more trouble than Jack's previous ones. These were made of a much more durable metal, and therefore harder to destroy. They could destroy a Jackbot in one or two good hits, but these new robots took over twenty. The fact that these could actually fight back wasn't helping anything.

Chase's feline warriors hadn't had a good fight in awhile, so they were certainly enjoying this. Their master had finally allowed them to rip their opponents to shreds. A bunch of tigers had ganged up on Raimundo were currently turning his skin to ribbons. Of course, he tried to blow them away, and use physical force on the rest, but there were just too many of them.

Chase and Dashi were certainly putting on a good show. For awhile, they were equally matched. They met each punch and kick from the other with one of their own. But then Chase did something that no one could have predicted.

Reaching into his breastplate, he pulled out the Yang Yo-Yo and activated it, just as Dashi lunged at him. The expression Dashi's face was really quite comical. It went from anger and determination to shock and fear it a split second. Chase moved out of the way and Dashi fell right into the portal.

"Grandmaster Dashi!" Omi cried. He quickly ran over, trying to think of some way to rescue his idol. When he was close enough, Chase grabbed him by the collar and threw him in the portal behind Dashi. As soon as the young monk was inside, the portal shut.

"Omi, Dashi! No!" Kimiko cried in denial. This couldn't be happening. They were the Xiaolin sides best warriors, and they were just sent to the Ying Yang World!

It wasn't long before the portal re-opened and the two warriors came back out. Kimiko's heart sank as she recognized the the mean looks in their eyes and the eerily wide grins. They had turned Heylin.

"Good to see that that worked," Chase mused. "Now, why don't you two fight on the superior side?"

Dashi and Omi grinned at each other before turning to attack their former comrades.

"Wuya, don't you think it's time we made this even more interesting?" Hannibal asked.

"Of course! I've been waited to do this for ages," she replied. Reaching inside the minds of Kimiko and Tubbimura, she gave them a new order: turn on their teammates. This way, the Xiaolin would be eliminated even faster, and a few of Chase's crew would be taken out as well.

XxxxxxX

Chase took a moment to observe the battle around him. Things were going exactly as he planned. The combination of his minions, the robots, and his feline warriors were quickly doing away with the Xiaolin. Most of the lesser monks, along with Master Fung, had already ceased to exist.

By the looks of it, Raimundo had been eaten by a group of tigers. He hoped they wouldn't get indigestion from it.

Clay was still fighting the robots, but he seemed almost ready to drop. The immortal didn't doubt that he would be gone soon.

Dashi and Omi had apparently gotten bored with the already won fight and were having their own small battle. It almost made Chase chuckle.

His eyes widened when he spotted Kimiko. The girl was actually attacking the rest of the monks. She had apparently also set the temple on fire. Maybe the stress caused her to snap? It was no matter to him, either way. He could already see Katnappe and his feline warriors sneaking up on her.

Le Mime, Pandabubba, and Vlad were off raiding the Wu vault. Not that Chase really needed the trinkets, but he didn't want anyone else to have them. He supposed that they could help him with his world domination plans, or at least keep his servants occupied.

Jack and Tubbimura were having some sort of conversation while they also observed the battle. Things looked normal...until Tubbimura turned his sword on Jack. Since he wasn't expecting it, the boy was too surprised to even think to defend himself. Chase immediately ran over to them, but the ninja stabbed the boy in the leg. Chase immediately punched the obese man in the face, knocking him out. He then turned to the young genius.

"Jack, are you alright?" he asked even as he was healing the damaged leg.

"Yeah, I guess," Jack answered. "But what the heck was that all about?"

Suddenly, Chase felt a familiar presence nearby. He didn't even have to look to recognize it as Hannibal and Wuya. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned Dashi to his side.

Apparently, Dashi had sensed the bean and the witch, too. "Don't worry. I thought something like this might happen," he said. He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a completely silver knife, handle and all. "I got this just before I froze myself. I can only use it once, but it will kill anything I use it on."

Hannibal had apparently heard this, since they heard him call out for his bird. But Dashi quickly appeared beside the bean and brought the knife down on him. Hannibal let out a loud cry before his body dissolved to dust, which Dashi found odd.

Wuya screamed and flew off. Without Hannibal, she was powerless again. They could deal with her later.

Chase looked around himself again. The Xiaolin temple was destroyed, the monks were dead, they had all the Wu, and Dashi and Omi were under his power.

Mission accomplished.