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Dimension: Adventures in Odyssey

Planet: Earth

Specific Location: Abbington Falls, Iowa, United States of America

Time: 2014 A.D., Ten days after the Paradox took over Equestria

Doxia, Mattimeo, and Finnian all stood around. Finnian was sipping coffee, and Doxia was staring at it, trying to decide whether or not he wanted to pour it all over his helmet or not.

"I suppose we just wait then," said Mattimeo after a pause.

"Well, yeah, there is nothing else we can do," replied Doxia, "We've done all we can do."

"We're going to have to be careful, though," continued Mattimeo, "If we make a single mistake, the Paradox will be able to track us down. We have nowhere to run to now."

Doxia cleared his throat and said, "Well... Now here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you wanted to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"

Mattimeo turned his masked face to stare disapprovingly at Doxia, who began to chuckle. "Please Doxia, no theatrics right now."

However, Finnian, too, began to chuckle as well. Soon the two were shaking uncontrollably with laughter as Mattimeo slowly crossed his powerful arms and shook his head slowly.

After a spell, Finnian and Doxia stopped shaking with mirth and quieted down. Doxia sighed and then said, "Sorry about that… I have no idea what I triggered."

Mattimeo nodded. "Very well. Now, if we can get back to our regular conversation… I assume we are just going to wait, then?"

Finnian nodded in turn. "I am afraid so, old friend."

"Well, perhaps we can start gathering information then," said Mattimeo.

Suddenly a massive blast of light blossomed in front of them: Archangel Michael had arrived.

Michael stared at the group for a moment, and then said, "I have some rather interesting news."

Doxia cocked his head to one side. Had he detected a tinge of emotion in the illustrious angel's voice?

"What is it?" asked Mattimeo calmly. He was always ready for any form of news, no matter how good or bad.

"The Infernal Realm has fallen. The Amethyst Armada has cleared out all seven circles of hell."

Doxia slapped a palm to his head in absolute shock. "My God! In two weeks? They took is all out in TWO WEEKS?"

Michael nodded his head sagely. "The demons were spread thin, thanks to their constant warring with the Paradox's Dimensional Travelers. The Amethyst Armada is vast, and there was no Maelstrom to defend their borders."

"Well," said Mattimeo slowly, "I suppose this is rather interesting news. Do you know what the Amethyst Armada is doing now?"

Michael shook his head. "Nothing. They have ceased movement, and are just hovering, immovable, in the fire-choked skies."

"Very well," said Mattimeo, "I suppose we will wait as well. However, if the opportunity presents itself, I will not hesitate to fight to take back control of the fleet that is rightfully ours. The Paradox is misusing Amethyst technology, and he will pay for that."

"Speaking of Amethyst," said Finnian, "How many original Amethyst Lords are still in the ranks of the Enigma Empire?"

"I am unsure," replied Mattimeo sagely, "I know that Rolles, Spiderax, Heart, Qualax, Sorenus, Hummer, and Meadolax have all retired. Erwin, however is still active."

There was a pause. Suddenly, Doxia said, slowly, "You said Meadolax retired… right?"

Mattimeo nodded. "Yes. The database confirmed it."

"Well, it seems that there was an issue with the Amethyst database as well, then…" said Doxia with an amused ton of voice.

Mattimeo glanced at Doxia, "I do not understand. Please explain."

Doxia tapped a button on the holographic projection. Suddenly another image popped up. It was a video recording of Meadolax.

"Yo buddies! It's me! Meadolax!" he chirped cheerfully, "I know I am supposed to be retired and all that, but it was really just a front. A while ago I realized that Orbit, the Reset Dimension, had the potential to become an Interdimensional Empire. Thus, my first thought was… Ooooohhh! Ships! It is true, they are starting to make ships here, and thus they could be of great use to us. Unfortunately the Paradox is watching this dimension as well, because they know the ships could be of great use to us. They have infiltrated some random council and caused a civil war and all that fun stuff. I've gone under cover, under the name of Finis. They kind of worship me now… It's cool, but a little awkward; I should tell them to stop sometime. Everything is awesome!"

With that, the video feed turned off.

"That was unexpected," said Mattimeo slowly. For the first time in a while, Doxia could sense that his old friend was very, very, very happy.

"Meadolax," sighed Doxia happily, "One of my best friends, returning to help us. All we need now is Rolles, Spiderax, and Kytax, and we could probably steamroll everything. We would be unstoppable."

"I know, Doxia, but we don't have Rolles, Spiderax, or Kytax. We have just Meadolax and ourselves and we are going to have to work with that," said Mattimeo.

Doxia threw his hands in the air, "I can dream, can't I?! Goodness, Mattimeo, you're no fun anymore!"

Mattimeo shook his head, and then turned to Michael. "Archangel, what is the status of Heaven now that Hell has been decimated?"

Michael shook his head. "Heaven is still indifferent. They have stated that it is not yet time for mobilization. However, I do have some good news: The Angelic Armies are being equipped, so that means there is a chance for mobilization."

"Awesome," said Doxia, "We could use the extra hand. Soon it will all be easy-peasy-lemon-squeezey."

"Perhaps," said Mattimeo, always the voice of reason, "But as of yet we must assume that there will be no help coming to us. Thus, we must proceed as planned. Desmond and Emilee, as of now, are searching for the Imagination source. When they find it, we can take control of the abandoned ship in the Grand Theft Auto location. Finnian Jones, can you use your powers to locate it?"

"Already have, my dear fellow," said Finnian jovially, "I know exactly where it is. Now all we need is for Desmond and Emilee to complete their mission."

"I am personally unsure of your choice to let them take on this mission alone, Doxia," said Mattimeo quietly, "But I trust your judgement."

"But of course!" exclaimed Doxia, slapping Mattimeo on the back, "Do not worry. I have seen the minds of Emilee and Desmond, the bond between them is strong. People with love like that have an ability to withstand incredible amounts of anything."

Finnian Jones nodded, and the whole group lapsed into silence. A minute passed, and then suddenly Doxia roared, "RRRREEEDDDDWWAAALLLLLL!"

No one leapt into the air in surprise, but Mattimeo slowly turned his head to stare disapprovingly at Doxia, who just was chuckling.

Michael crossed his gold-wrought arms and then said, "I must be off. I made it my duty to watch over Samuel Dellor, and I intend to keep that duty. I will continue talking to the council."

With that, the Archangel disappeared in a flash.

Dimension: Adventures in Odyssey

Planet: Earth

Specific Location: Abbington Falls, Iowa, United States of America

Time: 2014 A.D., Ten days after the Paradox took over Equestria

Rarity, still in human form, was sitting on a couch, staring pensively at a cup of coffee. Evan Funsch, who was sitting by here, was sipping his own coffee while reading a book. Suddenly, he noticed Rarity and said, "Oh… Hello."

Rarity flashed him a smile, and then went back to staring at the coffee. Funsch went back to reading his book, but after another minute of silence, he put it down and said, "Rarity. Forgive me, but why are you looking at that coffee so intensely?"

"Oh, I am sorry, darling," murmured Rarity, "It's just that I am trying to figure out how to pick it up without spilling it. This 'hand and fingers' concept is really quite new to me."

"You know," said Wild, who then trotted onto the scene, "You could just as easily transform into a pony again and pick the coffee up with a hoof."

"Oh no," replied Rarity, "I want to get used to being a human. I rather like the feeling."

"Why?" snorted Wild, "There is almost no benefit to being a human. You are tall, cumbersome, forced to balance on two feet, and you have to wear clothes all the time!"

"That's why I rather like it!" exclaimed Rarity, her eyes dreamy, "Imagine… Now I can have an excuse to wear everything everywhere all the time!"

"Just remember that that is ALWAYS the case as a human," chortled Franklin, who was off in a corner, playing a chess game with Daniel, "I would appreciate it if you would remember that."

Rarity blushed a deep red. After an awkward silence, Funsch came to her rescue. "Here," he said, reaching over and placing a rough hand over her small, smooth one.

He then moved her hand over to the handle of the cup of coffee and closer her fingers over it.

"There is nothing really too it," he said slowly, "Just hold on tight, and keep your wrist as still as possible. Only adjust it to counteract the angle adjustments of your arms and elbow."

Very slowly he moved her arm and brought the cup to her lips. Rarity's eyes brightend. "Oh… I think I have it now! I do appreciate the help, dear."

Funsch raised an eyebrow as he went back to his book. "Anytime Rairty."

There was yet another pause, finally broken by Wild. "Aren't we going to do anything?" he said irately, "I mean… We aren't doing anything now!"

"And that is because we can't do anything!" snorted Franklin, "I am sure Doxia and Mattimeo are looking for things we can do, but right now we really have our hands tied. All of the locations that are important to us are blocked off by a phantom device. What's more, all the locations that are important to us that are not blocked off by the phantom device are being watched by the Sapphire Armada."

"And what's more," said Doxia as he made a sudden entrance onto the scene, "We just found out that Hell just fell to the Amethyst Armada."

There was a deathly quiet. Suddenly Franklin began to laugh. "Wow… just wow…" he snorted, "That's pretty impressive. I mean, it's bad due to the fact that it was the Paradox who brought down the Infernal realm, but it is mostly good. After all, no more demons!"

"No, there will always be demons," said Funsch, "As long as the Grand Devil is alive, demons will rise. However, the Demon-Traveler rivalry is no longer in existence. My God… I dreamed of that day, but I never imagined it would come about under such circumstances."

"I agree," said Daniel quietly, "This is no victory. So what if there are no more demons? There are far worse things out there now, and all of them came for the ranks of the Travelers. Mercenaries, Assassins, and the Enigma Empire are everywhere now, so we are in just as much danger. In fact… the people of the Earth Multiverse are still in as much danger as they were during the first Traveler-Demon war!"

"I agree," sighed Wild, "Nothing good will come from the Amethyst Armada controlling the ruins of the Infernal Realm."

"Probably," chuckled Doxia as he sat down, grabbed a cup of coffee, and poured it over his helmet. The liquid dissolved into nothing before it could hit the ground and stain the carpet.

"After all," continued Doxia, "If the Paradox is involved, controlling the Infernal Realm is a major bargaining chip with the Grand Devil. The Grand Devil is twice as old and probably three times as powerful as the Paradox, so having power over him is very useful. However, what the Paradox intends to do with this bargaining chip is yet to be seen."

"So basically the Paradox is so crazy now that he plans on making a pact with the Devil," said Wild flatly.

"Nope," replied Doxia, "The Paradox is so crazy AND powerful that he is forcing the Devil to make a pact with him. The Grand Devil is in a very bad position, and it is rather amusing. However, I assume that the Paradox will not try anything too big. The Grand Devil still answers to Heaven, and the Paradox is not stupid enough to declare war on Heaven as of yet. Heaven is far too powerful, and would end his dreams in a second. What he probably is counting on now is that Heaven will decide to stick to its non-interference pact of old, which, in all likelihood, they will."

"Ugh…" grumbled Wild, "Why is Heaven doing this? They know we are in big trouble!"

"It's a test," said Doxia promptly, "We are being tested. However, we are not being tested outside of our range, I believe. We must trust that all will turn out well. That is why you never see me worried!"

"Something that you could give a lecture on someday," chuckled Franklin. He then winced as Daniel took out his Room out with a Knight.

"Good idea," sighed Doxia dreamily, "Professor Dimensional Lord Doxia… I like that."

"Well?" interrupted Wild grumpily, "Is there anything we can do now?"

"Nope," said Doxia, "But what we can do is settle down. Come on over everyone! I will now tell a story about the Dimensional Empires of old…"

Dimension: Skyrim

Planet: Nirn

Specific Location: Northeast of Riften

Time: Ten days after the Paradox took over Equestria

"Wow… this is really weird," murmured Emilee as she scratched the back of her head.

Desmond glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow. "A good weird or a bad weird?"

"A good weird," replied Emilee promptly, "I can feel as if the Kanohi is pushing me towards something."

Desmond eyed his surroundings. They were in a snowy valley, with massive pine trees scraping the dull, gray sky. An icy wind blew around them.

"I'm cold," said Emilee.

Desmond nodded, and cast a heat bubble around them, raising the surrounding air's temperature a dozen degrees Celsius.

"Do you know where we are going, then?" asked Desmond after a pause.

Emilee nodded. "Eh… I think so. I really have to get used to this 'sixth sense' thing. Do you have this feeling the whole time?"

Desmond nodded. "Pretty much. We travelers have this tingling sensation when someone is sneaking up on us. In fact…"

Suddenly Desmond grabbed Emilee and pulled her off to the side. They jumped into a large snow bank.

Suddenly an Enigma Empire ATL Sky-Striker mech fighter flew from nowhere and hovered above the ground. It then transformed from fighter to mech. The mech then slowly began to lumber forward. It was then joined by another ATL Sky-Striker, and then another, and then another. It was obvious that the Paradox had sent a whole force to the Skyrim dimension.

Desmond bit his lip as he watched a carrier buzz silently overhead.

"Guess we're not the only ones looking for that Imagination source," whispered Emilee. However, she did not seem worried in any way. She simply shifted through the snow so that she could throw an arm around Desmond's shoulders.

"I guess so," murmured Desmond, "However, I believe we are the only one with a specialized Kanohi."

Emilee nodded. "As of yet, we have the advantage, and I intend to keep it that way."

A couple of minutes later, the ATL Sky-Strikers cleared out the area and moved away, in the opposite direction that they were heading. Taking a deep breath, Desmond eased out of the snow, and then helped Emilee get out as well. Glancing around warily, Desmond then nodded to Emilee, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt if we sped it up a bit."

Emilee winked and punched his right arm lightly. "Don't be so pushy, you can't rush space-magic. Or BIONICLE-magic for that matter."

Desmond smiled a little and nodded slightly. Emilee closed her eyes and clasped her hands together. After thirty seconds, she suddenly said, "Ah! I know where we need to go next. Follow me!"

With that, she took off at a brisk pace up the snowy mountain. Desmond, grinning, follower her.

After a bit of trekking up the hill everything leveled out, and the two entered a snowy clearing, encircled by frosty pine trees. After another couple minutes of walking, Emilee stopped and said, "Ah… I think we are closing in."

Desmond looked around. The place just looked like a regular snowy plane. He was about to comment about the normal-looking area they were in when he stiffened. Had he just seen the shimmering of an invisibility bubble?

Acting on instinct, Desmond once again grabbed Emilee and dove into a snowy drift. Just as they did… a shield bubble de-cloaked. A dozen Shradian Tanks rolled out from the invisibility bubble and took up positions around the area. They just stood there, slowly turning their heads.

"It looks like they're looking for something… or someone," murmured Desmond after a moment of inspecting the giant tanks.

"Of course they're looking for something or someone!" chuckled Emilee in hushed tones, "Let's just hope it's a something, as in the Imagination source, and not a someone, as in us. If it is the latter, than our cover is blown and the Enigma Empire will be sending ships over with our life signatures on their radar. Then we're in deep trouble."

"Granted," whispered Desmond, "I suppose we will then have to find a way around this clearing."

"Hmmmm…" said Emilee after a bit of thought, "Right. Any ideas?"

Desmond smiled. "Yes. One."

Note: I have some fairly bad news. I probably will not be able to post another chapter until after Wednesday. Sorry, but I need to do a lot of stuff. Nevertheless, keep giving me feedback! Maybe some if you could go back to your favorite chapters and discuss it! Anyway, see you all next week! Don't forget to review!