This chapter fought with me. Also didn't upload last week because april fools sucks and I try to avoid doing updates on it.
coronadomontes: Thank you and I hope you enjoy what's left of this.
"Why is the human still here?" Viktor questioned, eyeing the strangely armored human.
"I do not know," Kraab answered, glancing at the human. Benwolf was the closest to the human, but he was just staring back at it. Tetrax elected to ignore the creature and focused on making sure anything that could still be used from the Anurian ship was taken. The human was by the entrance of Tetrax's ship, silently observing the four of them.
"Let's hope he leaves soon, then," Viktor grunted. The computer released a series of beeps, causing Kraab and Viktor to look over. Kraab came up to the computer, staring at the screen for a moment.
"I can't read Petran, what does it say?" Viktor asked.
"A communication request from… Vilgax," Kraab answered. "Get Tetrax." Viktor quickly bolted and Kraab did not blame the Transylian one bit for doing so.
After a few moments, the human- was the human's name Animo?- looked towards the outside, then Tetrax walked through the door. The human began to mutter in his native tongue as Tetrax came up next to Kraab.
"Well, shatter," Tetrax grumbled. "You know how Vilgax is." Kraab hummed in reply, then accepted the request. The screen changed to a view from a camera, showing Vilgax in a place with a strange metal background. In the bottom right hand corner was a straight line.
The line warbled as Vilgax commented, "Took you some time…"
"What do you want, Vilgax?" Tetrax asked.
"I have a… request," Vilgax said.
"By that you mean a demand," Kraab commented.
"Call it what you want," Vilgax replied. There was a pause. "What in the name of Ei'lor is that?"
Kraab and Tetrax looked at the human by the door, who had turned to look at them. "A human," Kraab answered, looking back at the screen.
Vilgax's eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent as Tetrax turned back to the screen. Tetrax asked, "What is your demand?"
Vilgax looked at the Petrosapien and answered, "Come to the coordinates I will send you. If you don't come, well…" Silence followed.
Kraab and Tetrax looked at each other, towards the screen. Tetrax silently nodded while Kraab did nothing.
Vilgax seemingly grinned, then the connection was cut.
Tetrax growled, then looked at Viktor. "Is there anything major you know survived we need to take?" Tetrax asked.
"Everything that we need to take has already been collected," Viktor answered. Benwolf looked over.
"What's happening?" Benwolf asked.
"Vilgax," Kraab, Tetrax, and Viktor all answered.
"… Oh," Benwolf blinked. "That's… not good, is it?"
The human said something and Tetrax did not bother to mentally translate it.
"Anything we might need is already in the ship, so get ready to leave," Tetrax stated. Benwolf stood up as Kraab walked to an open archway and Viktor to a seat that lined the walls. The human flinched and scrambled into the ship as the hatch began to close, Tetrax followed Kraab, and Benwolf took a seat.
The human looked at them for a beat, the bolted to a seat as the ship made a noise signifying its activation.
Within a few moments, the ship began to fly.
-(…)-
Vilgax waited as the ship descended and landed in front of them. The three of the strange humans stood behind him, whispering to each other in their native tongue. Somewhere behind them were Max and Phil, doing… something. Vilgax stepped forward slightly as the ship landed and deactivated. The trio of odd humans stopped and looked towards Vilgax as the Chimera waited. Eventually, the ship opened and they watched.
Vilgax recognized the red eyed form of Tetrax and the yellow eyes of Kraab, but the other three… all he could tell was that one was a Transylian, another a Loboan, and the last a human.
"Vilgax," Kraab stated. Tetrax didn't say anything. "Why have you requested us?" The Petrosapien's red eyes landed on the three odd humans behind Vilgax and stayed there.
Vilgax grinned. The Loboan and Transylian seemed to back away slightly while their human suddenly began to mutter to themself. "Myself and some… fellow like-minded individuals want the Omnitrix and Predatrix destroyed," Vilgax explained.
"Doubt, but ok. What does that have to do with us?" Kraab asked. When did the cyborg become so… sassy?
Vilgax continued to speak with the bounty hunters, Anur visitors, and… whoever the other human was, Phil turned to Max.
"Maxwell," Phil began, causing Max to look towards him.
"Yes, Phillip?" Max replied.
"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" Phil asked, his hands moving to rub at each other.
Maxwell squinted at him. "It's too late to back out now. We've been at it for the past two weeks, we can't back out now."
"But can we trust Vilgax to go through with destroying the Predatrix and Omnitrix?" Phil asked.
"Predatrix, certainly. Since the two stick together, the Omnitrix has no choice but to follow," Max said.
Phil frowned. Something just felt wrong about the way his old co-worker said that. "There's no way you're absolutely sure of that. You should know how Vilgax acts."
"This is the best chance I have."
"Why are you so obsessed with destroying the watches?"
"They're dangerous and I can't let my grandkids get into alien politics."
"Sounds like they already are, considering you said that they're with a Sotoraggian."
"At least that's the only alien they've talked to."
"We don't know that."
"That's… true. Everything about Sparksville was off."
"Then why still team up with him?"
"He can help, Phil. He's only on this planet to begin with for the Omnitrix and Predatrix. No watches, no need to stay on Earth."
"That has flaws."
"I know, but I can't afford to pay attention to those. My kids didn't want anything to do with aliens, so my grandkids shouldn't either."
"How do you know what they want?"
"I'm just repeating why my own kids wished."
"Why do you think that's normal? Kids are different from their parents. You basically married an Anodite."
They stopped when Vilgax suddenly asked, "Is everything swell?"
Phil and Max glanced at each other, then Max said, "We were just talking. What did Kraab and Tetrax say?"
"They want to talk amongst themselves with the Transylian and Loboan," Vilgax explained. "They'll have an answer before next sunrise."
"Alright…" Phil muttered, then walked away. The two watched him as the three circus-like Japanese people began to squawk at each other.
Once he was far enough away, Max whispered, "He doubts us."
Vilgax squinted.
-(...)-
His red birdy angel-like wings spread as he used the extended feather as a sword, immediately decapitating the large, scaleless dragon. Wyvern? One of them two.
The head smashed into the ground and the body fell. He landed, clawed fingers holding onto the red feather and marking small marks into his palm. His hair was long, dirty, and unkept, filled with knots but tied back with a makeshift hair clip. Over his eyes was a cracked yellow visor and he wore wraps made from creatures just like the one he just slain. His feet were also clawed, but his toes were slowly fusing into proper bird talons, an extra toe growing from the heel.
He took the feather and began to carve out the skin, focusing purely on that. A nice, long yet thick chunk was cut out and he shorted the feather, allowing it to join his other feathers. A rev caused him to look over, finding a giant black and gold robot staring at him. He quickly collected the skin and flew off.
The robot pounced onto the dead wyvern, quickly snagging the bleeding neck. It lifted the neck up and began to feast on the blood. The grounder rumbled slightly as the blood filled his tanks.
A buzz was heard and he forced his attention away from the wyvern. His optics landed on a nearby giant wasp that was roughly half his size. It was covered in armor that seemed more of a mishmash of old, broken pieces of armor. The wasp pointed to the fallen head, then to itself. Prowl nodded, then it surged to the fallen head, snatched it, then bolted off, wings flying him away. He returned to his feast.
Those 'Skylanders' guys were always willing to take forgotten heads, he knew. And those ones who claimed to have 'quirks' only killed large creatures for their skins. But some wanted the same thing. They were lucky he only wanted the blood and nothing else.
A portal suddenly opened up a ways away and Prowl stared at it as he drank. Something seemed to be pushed through, then it closed.
Well, that was weird. He returned to his feast.