Note: I originally thought I was going to have to wait a couple of days so I could restock my doc manager, but then one of my classes was cancelled and I had three hours with nothing to do. Thus, I spent that time writing! Now everything is back on track! Oh by the way, you know why good 'ol Frank has a sister? BECAUSE I CAN HAZ PLOT DEVICES. Thanks for all the feedback guys! Keep them coming! Your are all awesome!

Additional note: Just in case anyone was wondering, these are memories explaining a little bit of the past of the Brothers in Arms corps, and the immediate aftermath of Regal Crescent's death.

Dimension: The Neverending Story

Planet: Fantastica

Specific Location: The ruins of Spook City

Time: A millennium after the defeat of the Nothing

"Hang in there Bastian Junior," muttered Daniel Dragoon as he gripped the mortally wounded man's hand tightly, "I've almost got the dagger out of you."

Bastian Junior Bux gave a gasping grunt of pain as Daniel dragged the dagger out of him. He gave a breathless chuckle as he said, between gasps, "Eh, it's too late for anything, Daniel. I'm gone. See to Hillary Rich… Is she okay?"

"Hillary is dead," said Daniel sadly, "All I have is you now. Stay still, you've lost a lot of blood."

Bastian shook his head and gasped out, "They've got the Neverending Story book. They have it. Demon Nicor had it, but he gave it to the demon of Terrible Trivium before I killed him."

Daniel's eyes narrowed. "What is the Terrible Trivium, the faceless demon of worthlessness, doing here?" he said.

Bastian shook his head. "I don't know. But I know where he's taken it." Reaching up shakily, Bastian handed a bloodied note to Daniel. "It was a part of the plan the Nicor had before I stole it off his body. Terrible Trivium is taking to his home: the Mountains of Ignorance… in the Phantom Tollbooth dimension."

Daniel bit his lip until it bled. The Mountains of Ignorance were a place of lore in demonology. The place had been one of the first massive strongholds of the demons until the great dimensional traveler Milo Juster and the firstborn had brought the whole thing to its knees. It was ruined and abandoned, but many of its residence demons escaped. It seemed that those demons were now returning to bring the massive monument of death and hate to its previous hellish glory.

"Not if I can help it," muttered Daniel to himself. After putting the paper into his pocket, he looked at Bastian. "I will find the Neverending Story book, I will kill the Terrible Trivium, and I will grind the Mountains of Ignorance to dust," he said, "I promise this to you."

Bastian smiled weakly. "Good luck best buddy," he gasped as blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouths. He then gagged, gurgled, and died.

Daniel's head drooped low over the dead body. He had promised to Bastian that he would get it back, and he would, but his team was dead, and the whole thing had ended in disaster.

"But I promised," mumbled Daniel as he slowly got to his feet, "I promised, and heaven knows that I will keep that promise. Rest in peace Hillary Rich. Rest in peace Bastian Junior Bux."

He solemnly buried the two side-by-side, he then incinerated the dismembered figure of the demon Nicor. He then slowly sat down next to the graves of his two friends as he slowly sorted through the possible locations of other friendly travelers. There were precious few now. Suddenly, he got an idea: there was one place where he knew someone might help him; he wasn't the best, but he most certainly was able.

Quickly Daniel opened a portal up and stepped through.

Dimension: Tangled

Planet: Earth

Specific Location: The Snuggly Duckling Inn

Time: A year after the death of Gothel

"You know," said Franklin slowly as he quaffed a whole tankard of beer, "I literally have no idea why any of you morons named this place the Snuggly Duckling. I mean, you guys are literally the refuse of society."

A thug immediately tried to punch Franklin, but Montgomery simply grabbed the fist and forced it down with ease as he finished his beer. He looked at the thug and said, "Honestly, don't try to arm wrestle me, it's stupid."

"Who the hell are you anyway?" said the innkeeper as he refilled Franklin's tankard. Franklin waved a hand in a randomly picked direction as said, "My name isn't important. I'm a lowly traveler actually. Just stopped by here to see what this place had going for it. Nothing really, I am actually quite unimpressed. Do this dimension a favor and change the name of this inn though, it makes me feel like I'm in a Disney Princess movie."

The innkeeper glared at him as he pushed the tankard forward. Franklin grabbed it with his free hand and quaffed it in one gulp again. Despite the amount of alcohol he was consuming, Franklin was in complete control of his faculties. So when another thug tried to smash a chair over his head, he got up, sidestepped it, and punched the thug in the face. That thug flew across the room and crashed into a group of mercenaries playing checkers. The entire room stopped to look at Franklin. He just looked at them calmly. "I will make sure I pay attention to where I throw my idiots next time. My apologies friends."

All of a sudden, the door to the inn flew open and another figure stepped in. Momentarily all attention was diverted to this other imposing figure. It was Daniel in a hooded cloak. He quickly strolled up to Franklin and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Franklin looked at Daniel through the hood. "You are Daniel Dragoon. You were the former right hand man of the firstborn when I was on team Abimael. What do you want? Is the firstborn calling me in? If that is the case, tell him to go screw himself over, I'm done with these heroics, the travelers' time is over."

The inn had returned to its usual banter and Daniel pulled Franklin over to some side seats. "I am not here from the firstborn," said Daniel, "I left him as well."

"God," said Franklin, "has anyone chosen to stay with him?"

Daniel nodded. "Daniel Porthus, Martin Calhoun, and Joseph Torrus."

Franklin choked on his beer. "Torrus? The hotshot? I thought he was running his own team!"

Daniel rolled his eyes. "He WAS. Apparently the prospect of fighting alongside the firstborn appeared too tantalizing for him though."

Franklin snorted as he threw his tankard over his shoulder. "We ALL thought it was too tantalizing once. The firstborn is an egotistic, win-rate-loving, moron. Well, I suppose there is nothing we can do about it now. So, why do you want to talk to me?"

Daniel looked around before whispering, "The multidimensional relic, the Neverending Story book, was stolen from Fantastica a day ago. Me and my team tracked down the mercenary-thief Nicor, but it turned out to be a trap planned by the demon Xaphan. The book was passed onto him and the Terrible Trivium, and my team was killed."

Franklin's eyes narrowed. "The Terrible Trivium? Does this means the Mountain fortress of Ignorance is up again?"

Daniel shook his head. "We have no way of knowing," he replied, "But I promised my team I would get the relic back, and that is what I intend to do. However, I need a team to help me do it."

Franklin drew a hand across his mouth as he sat back. "Nope," he said, "nopenopenopenopenope."

Daniel looked at him with irritation. "Do you want pay? I can pay you in gold-plated Latnium, or magically-enhanced Middle-Earth gems."

Franklin shook his head. "I don't want any form of pay either. It's suicide. Hell, it took Milo AND the firstborn to take down the fortress, and those two are freaking powerhouses. I'm power tier 3, and you're power tier 1. They both were, like, power tier negative infinity."

Daniel looked quietly at Franklin as he said, "I need help. We are dimensional travelers for a reason."

Franklin chuckled as he said, "Oops, here we go again! Another of Daniel Dragoon's famous 'we are here for a reason' spiels. Yes, we know you're a goody-two-shoes, you don't need to consistently confirm it."

Daniel sighed. "Is there any way I can convince you to join me on this?"

Franklin shook his head again decisively, "Nope."

There was a pause, and Daniel was about to get up with a sigh when Franklin said, "Unless…"

Daniel quickly sat down and looked at him curiously.

Franklin was staring off into space, as if contemplating something. Slowly he said, "I will help you, no payment required, if you will help my sister escape from captivity in the LEGO Bionicle dimension. She in the custody of some vicious mercenaries called the Dark Hunters. I'll help you get the relic back, you help me rescue my sister. Deal?"

Daniel thought over the details for a bit. Then he nodded. "Deal."

The two shook hand firmly, stood up, and strolled out of the inn.

"So, what's our next step?" said Franklin as they walked away.

"Well, we need one more for a team. We will need at least one more for our team to be completed," replied Daniel.

Franklin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, cause we all know how numerous good, worth dimensional travelers pop out of nowhere like daisies. Seriously now, how are we going to find a traveler who won't just backstab us in the end?"

Daniel frowned. "I have no idea."

"Well, since you have no idea, might I suggest a certain person?" said Franklin.

Daniel looked at Franklin curiously. "Okkaayyyy… Who?"

"Jonathan Mirus, he's a good fighter."

Daniel put his head to one side as he brought up his personal memories of Jonathan Mirus, and cross-referenced it with the traveler database. He then nodded, "Very well. Do you know where he is?"

Franklin nodded. "I have a notion," he said, "I have a notion."

With that, the two quickly walked out of the inn. Franklin opened a portal, and the two stepped through into the Star Wars dimension.

"Mos Eisley spaceport? How quaint," said Daniel, "What year is this? Before or after the battle of Yavin?"

"Before from the amount of Imperial Stormtroops around here," replied Franklin airily, "Do you think we would get in trouble if we blew up the Death Star prematurely?"

Daniel rolled his eyes, "Let's just keep moving. Where your friend?"

"Right this way," said Franklin as he led Daniel through a doorway into a tavern. He quickly led him to a table and they sat down, heads bowed.

Soon a hooded figure joined them. "Is a paradox the paradox if there is no light?" said the shady character.

"No. The Paradox is all about light," replied Franklin. The shady character threw back his hood to reveal Jonathan Mirus. He was rough cut, thirty years old, with a scar running the length of his jaw and flint-locked eyes.

"Franklin," he said. He then turned to Daniel, "Is this the great Daniel Dragoon?"

Daniel nodded his head, "I am Daniel Dragoon."

Jonathan nodded. He looked at Franklin, "Why are you two here?"

Franklin glanced around and leaned in close to whisper, "We have a job for you."

"A job with payment, I hope?" replied Jonathan.

Franklin glanced at Daniel who said, "Latnium or Middle-Earth gems."

Jonathan eyes lit up, and he leaned back in his seat. "I prefer Harry Potter Galleons myself," he said, "But Latnium will do. Do you have fifty bars?"

Daniel looked like he wanted to negotiate the price, but he then nodded, "I will give you fifty bars, no more."

Jonathan returned the nod. "Excellent," he said, "I want to make sure this is a square-cut deal, however. I never know when someone is trying to double-cross me nowadays. Why, last month, in fact-"

"I understand," interrupted Daniel, "We've all fallen on hard times during this era of anarchy. Name the location, I will bring half the pay up front, and you will receive the other half later."

Jonathan grinned voraciously, "But of course. The location will be the Hovito Temple in the Indiana Jones dimension. Let's make it year 2000 A.D. to ensure there are no issues with tribes."

Daniel blinked. "Understood. I will see you in twenty-four local hours."

Jonathan grinned. Then he cloaked himself from their view and left. Daniel gave Franklin a side-long glance. "He seems… untrustworthy."

Franklin snorted. "We are all untrustworthy. Let's get out of this place. Anyplace that doesn't serve Earth Beer or Romulan Ale is not even worth it."

Daniel rolled his eyes. "I'm going to grab my Latnium deposit. You go off back to someplace that has Earth Beer or Romulan Ale and knock yourself out… Literally. I will see you in twenty-four local hours."

Franklin winked, "You do realize one of my talents is my incredibly high metabolism… In other words… I can't get drunk. EVER."

Daniel simply got up and left. Franklin sighed and pulled out his sniper rifle which he began to clean.

Twenty-four hours later, Daniel met up with Franklin at the same tavern.

"You have the gold-pressed Latnium?" asked Franklin as the two walked up and shook hands.

Daniel indicated the hovering crate next to him. "I do. Twenty-five bars. Let's get over to the Indiana Jones dimension and make the transaction."

With that, the Franklin opened a portal to that dimension, and he hopped through. Daniel motioned the crate through and then stepped in himself. He looked around the dense jungle as he jogged up to Franklin.

"This was a clever place to meet, I really hope Jonathan isn't trying to double cross us," muttered Daniel.

"Oh, I doubt he will," replied Franklin, "He's too much of a goody-two-shoes himself to pull anything as astronomically stupid and dishonorable as that."

Daniel nodded and walked ahead, keeping the hovering crate by his side. As they approached the temple, Daniel spotted Jonathan, sitting on the top of the steps of the structure.

"You have the first installment of the payment?" Jonathan called down to them.

"I do!" yelled Daniel back up.

"Let's see it then!"

With that, Daniel threw off the cover of the crate to reveal twenty-five thin gold bars, with the precious liquid Latnium preserved within their gold skin. Daniel demonstrated that the gold bars possessed Latnium within them by picking one up and hurling it up to Jonathan. Jonathan caught it and shook it. He then pulled out a Star Trek tricorder and ran diagnostics on the bar. He then nodded at them, "It's Latnium alright. Thanks. We'll take the rest."

Suddenly, Franklin and Daniel were surrounded by armed mercenaries, with snipers in strategic positions on the top of the temple.

"Cool," said Franklin, "I suppose being a goody-two-shoes is tiring. Does this mean you've turned, Jonathan?"

"Oh, I don't know about that," replied Jonathan, "but I prefer to take as much as I can with as little work as possible."

"You haven't even heard the complete job description!" yelled Daniel.

"Okay, let's hear it then! I am sure we are all dying to hear what you have to say," called Jonathan.

"The demon of Terrible Trivium has taken the relic the Neverending Story book to the Mountain fortress of Ignorance. I need to get it back," said Daniel.

Jonathan laughed out loud. "Well," he yelled back, "this, in fact, makes stealing from you easier on my conscience. I would have never agreed to such a suicide run!"

Daniel blinked. "Soooo… does this mean you will just let me walk away?"

Jonathan shook his head. "Nope. Snipers… kill them!"

Nothing happened. "What the hell is going on?! I said kill them!" Roared Jonathan. He then looked to the top of the temple. The snipers were all unconscious. "What the…"

Daniel made his move. Quickly he whirled and unleashed a massive blast of fire. It was so focused that it melted the weapons of the mercenaries. The molten metal bubbled and flowed over their hands, burning and fusing their flesh. The mercenaries screamed and thrashed in pain. Franklin, at the same time, whirled and pulled out his sniper rifle. He quickly disabled the rest of the mercenaries with shots the knees, shoulders, arms, and legs.

Daniel then looked around quickly. "Where is Jonathan? Did he get away?"

"Are you looking for him?" A voice rang out. Suddenly the unconscious form of Jonathan crashed down in front of him. "I took him out, along with the snipers."

"Who are you?" said Daniel.

"Oh, forgive me, I am being rude."

With that, a figure leapt down from a tree and landed at their feet. It was a boy, who looked to be about six years old.

Franklin began to laugh hysterically. "Oh my god, I was saved by a little kid. I hope to high heaven that this wasn't on video tape or anything; I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Oh this is hilarious!"

Daniel looked at the boy and said, "You're Night Shade. The Paradox prodigy."

The boy looked surprised. "Well… Yeah. I know who you are, you're Daniel Dragoon."

Franklin stopped laughing. "Wait… You are the Paradox prodigy? I thought you were running with Torrus! Oh… that's right, team Torrus was disbanded…"

Night Shade nodded. "Yeah. After it was disbanded, I took it upon myself to track down and apprehend as many dimensional traveler traitors as I could. Jonathan has been my target for a while now. I appreciate your support as a distraction."

Franklin crossed his arms indignantly. "Distraction? Are you kidding me? I was the announcer, producer, and star of this whole shenanigan!"

Daniel ignored Franklin. He felt really guilty about asking, but he couldn't help but say, "Did you hear about my job…?"

Night Shade nodded. "A dangerous endeavor," he said, "but I will do it with you two, free of pay."

Franklin snorted. "Oh, real honorable of you, Daniel. You pretty much coerced a six year old boy into committing suicide with the rest of us. Haven't you only been a traveler for what, three years?"

Night Shade blinked. "Yeah? But I was raised by the Paradox, I would say my skills are considerably more polished then yours, Franklin Montgomery."

Franklin raised his hands in mock surprise, "I would also say your English skills are considerably more polished as well."

Daniel then said, "Stop it, Franklin. Night Shade, do you want to do this? I am not forcing you."

Night Shade nodded. "I could use something a little more difficult than hunting down incompetent traitors. When do we go?"

Daniel looked at Night Shade, then at Franklin, then back at Night Shade. "Let's leave the Latnium here for now, we move at once."

Night Shade nodded, "Then let's go. Don't worry guys, you're on my team now, I've got your backs."

Dimension: My Little Pony

Planet: Equestria Earth

Specific Location: Canterlot Castle

Time: Six days after the death of Regal Crecent.

"It's been several days now," whispered Flaming Star to Princess Celestia as they stood outside Luna's bedroom door, "has she not yet come out?"

Celestia's eyes were full of sadness as she replied, "She has not come out once. She refuses to."

Flaming Star sighed, "She cannot keep this up for long. She needs her strength if she is to raise the moon each night. I certainly don't want to do it."

Celestia sighed, and a single tear fell from her eyes. "You may have to, Flaming Star," she said, "I don't know if my sister will ever recover from what has happened."

Flaming Star bit his lip. "There has to be something we can do. Is there any way we can reach her?"

Celestia sat down on the doorstep of the room as she said, "I do not know. I simply do not know."

Flaming Star sat down next to her, and the two sat in front of the door for quite some time. After a bit, they were joined by Twilight. Her eyes filled with sadness when she saw the faces of her two friends.

"No luck?" she asked as she sat down next to Flaming Star.

Celestia shook her head, "There has been no luck. Luna refuses to even see me."

"It must have been terrible for her to lose her loved one like that," murmered Twilight. Almost automatically Twilight leaned her head against Flaming Star's shoulder as she said that.

Flaming Star looked down at his hoofs. "I should have been ready for Legion. It was my fault. I should have I should have I should have I should have I should have…."

Celestia sighed. "We couldn't know. From what I understand, Legion was a commander-in-chief. They are not supposed to be the ones on the front line without support."

"That's another thing," muttered Flaming Star, "what purpose was he trying to achieve doing that? And now Regal Crescent is dead and Luna is reduced to this…"

He suddenly stood up. "No," he said, "I am not letting some demon get the better of us this way even after death. I will not."

With that, he turned around and trotted through Luna's door, using his powers to disable her magically-enhanced lock. He trotted through the doorway, gave them one quick glance, and then closed the door.

The first thing he heard was sobbing.

"Luna," he said, "Luna are you-"

"Go away!" sobbed Luna, "I did not call for you, nor do I wish to see you, or any other pony!"

Luna broke down into ragged sobs again, but Flaming Star didn't go away. He simply cantered up to her bed and sat down next to Luna.

"I understand how you are feeling… But you cannot let your grief get the better of you."

"You do not understand, do you, Flaming Star? He LOVED me. And I loved him! We should never have been parted in such a way!"

"I know it was terrible, but you cannot let grief consume you like this. You have loved ones outside as well! You've shut them off, and alienated them as well. If one loved one dies, it is the duty of your other loved ones to comfort you and help you through that situation. Think of Celestia…"

"It doesn't matter. Regal Crescent was the one who truly understood me. My sister maybe understood what in meant to be good, and what it meant to forgive, but she will never know what it's like to do evil and then be forgiven. Regal Crescent understood that, he knew what I went through."

"But your sister loves you just as much as he loved you…"

"NO! He understood me in a way no other pony could, therefore he loved my in a way no other pony could!"

There was a pause, and Flaming Star stared off into the distance as he thought about the deaths of his own friends. He recalled the death of his very first friend: Anna Coronado, another human from Earth Prime. She was the first person he had ever gotten along with. They started performing missions together, and Flaming Star could not remember any other time where he had had so much fun and done so much without ever feeling emptiness. Sadly, the friendship was no to last. A hundred years into their time as teammates, a disastrous event took place. They were trapped by demons in a large valley. Flaming Star knew they could retreat, but he couldn't stand the thought of losing to those monstrosities. However, he couldn't perform a nova blast because that would hurt Anna. He was torn between decisions a second too long: a well timed bolt of demonic energy decapitated his friend. Then he went nova, so much so that the entire solar system disintegrated with the blast. He had won, but he simply sat in a cave somewhere in some dimension for the next three years after the event, doing absolutely nothing. He couldn't understand what was had gone over him… He felt like she had been the only one who had understood him, who had tolerated him. Maybe he had lost someone more that a friend…

Flaming Star looked up at Luna's face, buried in her pillow, crying uncontrollably.

"It happened to me once too, you know," he said. He had said it quietly, just above a whisper, but the words reverberated around the room as if they had been sounded from a trumpet.

For a moment, Luna stopped crying. Flaming Star lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

"I had a friend too," he said, "she was amazing, and we worked together so well, but when it came down to it… I failed her, and she died. Perhaps it is a little too different though… The deaths surrounding the two are too different…"

"No…" interrupted Luna, "keep going. Tell me about her."

Flaming Star sighed. "She was amazing, thoughtful, kind, and smart. I never truly loved her, as in 'love' love, but we were the best of friends. She understood my inferiority complex, as well as my difficult attitude, and she accepted me for it. She understood me like no one else did, and I felt that it connected us. But when it came down to me overcoming my issues to protect her… I failed. And she lost her head, literally."

Flaming Star looked down at his hoofs, feeling, for the first time in over five thousand years, overcome with emotions.

"What was her name?" asked Luna, her tearstained face full of sadness and interest.

"Her name was Anna."

"What did you do after she died?"

"I sat in a bleak cave for three whole years, doing absolutely nothing. Even after I had pulled myself together, I never felt whole. Until…"

"Until?"

"Until I met Twilight."

Flaming Star then looked at Luna and smiled. "You see? Unlike me, you have others who love you. You don't have to go through what I did. Don't sentence yourself to solitary confinement, let your friends comfort you."

"You were fortunate, meeting a soulmate like Twilight Sparkle, but there will never be another like Regal Crescent. His death is… is…"

"Is a gift of life for every other pony in this dimension, Princess Luna. If he had not stopped Legion, we all would be dead. None of us would have thought of that idea with the portal as fast as he, and he carried it out fearlessly, without any constraint. It was too much for Legion to handle, and he saved us all. Don't you understand? He died so that ever other pony could live. If he was with us today, he would want us celebrating another bright new morn, not ignoring the days he had given his life for. He gave us our future; let us not waste it in overused grief. The time for mourning is past, the time for honoring has begun."

Luna sighed. "You are right, Flaming Star. You are right. I will raise the moon tonight in honor for my beloved."

With that, she got out of her bed and stood next to Flaming Star. The two trotted out side-by-side to meet Celestia and Twilight, who were still waiting outside the door.

As soon as Celestia saw Luna, she wrapped her hoofs around her sister and gave her a hug. Tears began to flow down her cheeks.

While this was going on, Twilight hugged Flaming Star. The group spent the next couple of minutes like this, hugging, as the sun slowly set on Canterlot castle.

Note: I had sooooo much fun writing this! Anyways, keep those reviews flowing in!