Hi guys, here's a bonus chapter that will set up some potential story arcs later on down the run.
Before we begin, here's a few thing to know about this.
One, this will contain spoiler references to my good friend, Memeking the Third story. So to those who are new, go check his stuff out.
Two, this chapter will contain some insight of my world building, as well as setting up some arcs later on.
Anyways, with that out of the way let's begin.
( On the train ).
"Ryuko! Brendan! Wendy! Yuka! Sammy! You got to hear about this!" Mako rushes in the lounging room, holding up a newspaper and slamming it on the table.
Everyone gather, ( Well, some of the Cruise gang gather ) as Mako bring huge news about this today.
"Mako, what's wrong? Did someone posted your nude on the internet or what?" Ryuko asked.
"You guys remember about how some of you went to worlds that are different version of this show, right?"
"Uhhh yeah, we do", Brendan replied, "And it was really messed up to go through those. I literally almost threw up just by thinking about it".
"Well good news! I just found out lately that one of the world Aqua went through, Total Drama Infinite had just taken down a alien, war conquerer".
"Wait, seriously?" Sammy asked.
"Yep. News of it has been spreading across the world, including here!" Mako explained, as Ryuko took a closer look at it.
She read through it and came to a sudden realization, which Brendan, Wendy, and Yuka
"What is it, dude?" Wendy asked.
"I can't...I can't believe...it's Gjira".
"Wait, you mean the guy you saw back when you enter that realm?" Yuka asked.
"Yeah, it seems like those guys actually manage beat him", Ryuko remarked, "I'm impressed. I was kinda afraid we were going to meet him, but I guess not".
"That's a relief", Sammy comment.
"So what do we do now?" Brendan asked.
"I guess we'll just resume forward with our normal day. Honestly, I was actually not expecting him to be taken down that easy. Who knew".
"All that's left with is Cherieng. No doubt she's still out. I wonder how she's reacting?"
"Probably not too happy, that's for sure".
"Well I just find out another good news", Mako suggest, "The Infinite cast are inviting us, mainly the Cruise one, to come and celebrate".
"Wait, they inviting us to visit there world?" Sammy asked.
Mako nodded, "Yep. Sounds cool, right?"
"Ummm...I don't know" Ryuko asked, "I'm pretty sure they won't take a liking of us for bothering them. Especially how many time Chris prank them.
"Not to mention, what if this is a prank from them. you know, payback", Sammy added.
"Come on, theres nothing to worry about", Mako said, "Besides, this could be a good opportunity to patch things up with them, after our host literally prank them numerous time. Not to mention, we met the Endless guys and they seem friendly".
"What do you think, Wendy?" Ryuko asked her.
"Hmmm...I'm totally not against the idea", Wendy said, "Doesn't sound too bad".
"Yeah it would be nice to meet with them", Brendan added, "After what we been through, I think we deserve some kind of unique break. What do you say, Ryuko?"
"Eh, as long as I'm off this train without being awkwardly around with Satsuki, I'm cool with it".
"Great!" Mako said, "I'll go tell the others and ask Chris This is going to be fun!"
Somewhere in space in the Galaxy of Limbo, on a shatter planet known as Fence a huge gathering take place.
It take place in a saloon bar known as the Sini*star Diner.
Inside, it was packed fulled of criminals and space bounty hunters and mercenaries. All sitting at a table or counter, and all taking a drink. Although the drink isn't alcohol, as stated by a sigh which read, "No Alcohol".
At one of the booth, Mon*star ( In his armor form ) the infamous mob boss sat in the center. Along with him were his most infamous crew members.
Yes-man, Mo-Lec-U-Lar, Hardware, Melodia, Windhammer, Buzz-saw, Poker-face, Mumbo Jumbo, and Timestopper.
Along with them are a pair of regular thugs. Space Bandit, Spike the Rhino, and Cyclops.
"Has my bounty been sent out yet?" Mon*star asked, "Any updates?"
"No Mon*star", Yes-man replied, "No one has yet to capture them as you have requested".
Mon*star growl, slamming his fist on the table, "This is taking forever. How hard is it for them to capture that girl and Chris Mclean!"
"Perhaps we should try another strategy", Hardwire suggest, "Search for them ourselves".
"I would love to, but I have more pressing issue to deal with. There are many planets and universe open for the taking. We need to expand our criminal empire. Away from the Silverhawks".
"But how are we going to do that?" Windhammer asked, "We don't have enough muscle or followers to do this".
"Not to mention, even if we do try to force our way in", Buzzsaw said, "There's always some other authority buffoon or law stopping us".
Just then, they heard a whistle noise coming from inside the bar. Everyone stood, looking around. Some even gripping their weapon harder, readying for any attack.
The whistling then reveal itself. A figure stepped fourth in front of them.
The figure was wearing all black. He wore a mask with an open gap showing his mouth. His pale, yellowish teeth mouth. He has a symbol on his chest that is unknown to them and is seen carrying both item. A long, golden device that emitted a green smoke from it and another is a black ring.
"Ah, so this is where the low-level criminal, scum gang comes to puke, isn't it?" The figure asked.
"Hey? Do you mind?" Cyclops asked, "We having a serious discussion here".
"Oh I don't mean to interrupt, but I cam here to offer a diplomatic alliance".
"Alliances?" Mon*star asked, "And who might you be. I've never seen someone like you before in Limbo".
"If you ask me, he gives me the creep", Timestopper whisper to Pokerface.
"How rude of me. My name goes by Black Hand", He said, "And I am here to offer a deal. You do something for me, and I'll assist you in building your criminal empire. Deal?"
"What's the catch?" Mon*star asked, "What makes you think I should hire some weakling like you?"
"Weakling?" He repeat, sounding offended by his comment, as he approach them, giving out a cackling laugh until it turn into a vicious grunt as he uses his ring to project a black matter that form into a claw hand, slamming it to the table and startling them, "Weakling! Does my power shows you that of a weakling? No, it does not!"
"Really then? Ok, how about a demonstration?" Mon*star asked, gesturing the three men, Bandit, Spike, and Cyclops to take him down.
They did so by running at him, pulling out their laser rifles to aim.
Black Hand was fully ready. He uses his ring to project a spraying substance at Bandit, splashing him away. He then dodges one of Spike fist, then proceed to push him away with his device, projecting a green, solid energy.
The Cyclops was next to attack him, but Black Hand immediately grabbed him by the neck. None expected it, as he proceed to use his ring to create a scythe and slit his throat, swiftly. He did it again on his chest three times, shocking everyone in disbelief.
The Cyclops fall dead on the ground, air puffing out like blood. Everyone were too stunned by the sight of it. Not for Black Hand, however. He stood there unfazed.
Then all of a sudden, the alien that is suppose to be dead, began to cough out amount of black substance, along with a black ring.
The ring float a little, until it follow back to the alien, where it resurrected it to life, only as a zombie.
This took Mon*star a second to respond, "Well...that is...impressive".
"Now do you see what I am capable of?
"I do see...and I am quite satisfied by it", Mon*star then replied, "Welcome to the mob...Black Hand".
Black Hand gave a grinned, satisfy by their deal, "Good".
Somewhere in the deepest area of Cambodia. An area shielded by the forest of the jungle.
It is within these forest that laid a ruined kingdom. A ruin remain of a shatter structure. IT may used to be huge and massive, but not it is only a structure forming of broken stones and roots growing out of it.
By anyone sight, it may seem to resemble a small, man made cave or hut made out of stones.
But deep down it lays a path. A path leading to a massive, open wide cave dungeon. From there in the center of it all is a massive pool of water. Surrounding it leads to paths to different tunnels. There was no open gap to bring in the light from the sun. Only the water provided any clearance.
In one of the tunnels leads to an open room. A room not as huge as the last one, but it does contain a large roots that grows a giant tree, shedding down some light.
Sitting on one of the roots is a infamous woman, known to those who fear her and are disturbed by her.
Cherieng. Half corrupt goddess, half human. A once powerful ruler of her country, now hid underneath her ruins.
Right by side her are three childrens and two males.
The children's themselves are Steam Chad, Steam Rad, and Steam Gal. Children's with steam like ability.
As for the two male, they are simply known as Radon and Gameha. Two beings possessed with a unnatural ability to turn into their kaiju form.
She sat there reading a newspaper. A newspaper from a different dimension. One where she supposedly was order by Mumm ra to retrieve an old friend name Gjira.
Gjira was a war conquerer, and a ally to Mumm ra like Cherieng. They were all seeking for power from long ago.
In recent time, Cherieng used to be alone, going on with her own business. That is until she is reunited by Mumm ra the powerful sorcerer and priest.
From there, she has done some bidding for him, and now she was order to locate Gjira and bring it to him. Unfortunately, these orders do not interest her. Despite Gjira being a close ally, she has no tolerance to him whatsoever in the past.
Even recently when she found out he's still alive, instead of doing Mumm ra bidding, she encourage a boy to kill Gjira, as she desire not to bring along Gjira into this deal.
Unfortunately for her, it did not came, as she looked through the news.
"Gjira, the great conquerer and destroyer of many worlds has been reported defeat by the hands of Edward", Cherieng read, "Report claim that he is still ALIVE?! AND IS NOW CONTAIN BY THE SCP FOUNDATION?!"
The Steam Siblings, and Radon and Gameha stood there, as Cherieng begins to throw a tantrum. Steam Gal shown concern, while Steam Chad and Rad don't seem too worry, as it seems to be nothing new to them.
Radon and Gameha were confuse by her reaction, awaiting the news if Gjira is dead.
"THIS IS BULLSH*T!" Cherieng threw the paper on the ground. She then lift her hand and shock it, burning it into crips, "And to think I even had high hope for that little sh*t to finish the job. Oh how unfortunate".
"Wait, Gjira is still alive?" Radon was shock to hear this, as well as Gameha. However, he was more angry by the news than his brother, as he exclaim, "Damn it! And I was already planning on visiting his grave and pissing on it!"
"He's alive? So does that mean...our sister and brother are alive as well?" Gameha asked.
"Come on, Mom", Steam Gal asked, "What's the big deal? If he's alive, then we can still rescue them, along with his three commanders".
"Steam Gal, you do realize she doesn't give a damn about them, right?" Steam Chad told her.
"But Mumm ra said-"
"Screw Mumm ra! I'm not going to risk my a** just to save them, along with his commanders", Radon stated, "They can remain in that hellhole for all I care".
"But Radon, they our siblings", Gameha said, "Traitors, yes but still family".
"Yeah so? Don't tell me you feeling sorry about them, after what they did".
Cherieng moan, knowing that her choice is now to save her enemy, despite hating to do so by Mumm ra bidding.
"Grrr, whatever! Killing him would be too much of a mercy", Cherieng said, "Guess we'll do what Mumm ra order and retrieve them for him. As much as I hate to do it. Steam siblings! Contact Dragonfly! I want you three and him to go and free Gjira and his commanders out of their containment. Do whatever! Just ensure that they are out of there! Alive and in tact! Understood?"
"Yes!" Steam Gal salute, understanding her orders, with her two brothers remaining silence, but knowing the mission they are given.
"You think those commanders are going to be better partners, compare to Radon and Gameha?" Steam Rad asked Chad.
"Hope so. I just hope they don't stay with us like...roommates", Steam Chad shudder, knowing how much he hate having company.
"So what are you going to do?" Gameha asked Cherieng.
"Try freeing Namora", Cherieng replied, "The last time I heard of her, she is apparently trapped within a special bottle. No doubt it's spells are preventing me from easily freeing her".
"So what are you going to do then?" Radon asked.
"Let just say, I'm going to visit a friend of mine".
Elsewhere on Earth, a small nation known as Onyxilla is located on a island near Central America. A nation populated with giant, massive, infrastructure, man made Ant hills. There were everywhere, both in cities, in wide spread fields, and even in jungles.
There were everywhere, scattering throughout the nation and are huge established bases for the most infamous terrorist organization known to Earth. But to the universe itself, they were consider as another galactic organization empire.
In the capital city called, Anticra the people living there were made up of the highest form education of people. Roaming around in the reddish city. All of the city hanged up a special flag in support of their regime.
A flag showcasing the head of an Ant.
As the day went by normal for it citizen, a figure fly by in the air. Several of the citizens took notice. Instead of fear, there were cheers and wave toward the flying figure, as if he is a symbol of heroism to the eye of the people.
"It's Zandrill! The Great", One of the citizen pointed, excitedly.
A tourist near by was confuse, asking, "Zandrill the great?"
"He is our proudest leader. He is the warrior for our lives and our freedom".
Indeed, the figure himself is none other than Zandrill. He wore entirely in black attire with white armor and a cape. He has a black mustache and goatee, with his skin being pale.
He's not human, but he doesn't care. What matters for him is the people below him cheering for his return from a duty in space. A duty nobody knows of.
Instead of heading to the main capital house where his great leadership to the people live in, he instead head toward one of the Ant hill structure.
The Ant hill structure itself does not resemble an ordinary Ant hill. There was no armor shell to cover it. Instead, it was a inter-connected structure, all connected in a complex manner.
He fly through inside one of the landing bay.
Once he landed, he is greeted by a commander of Antics, wearing a cap and uniform. The entire Antics infantry line up for his present.
"Lord Zandrill", The commander bow down to him, "Your leader has been expected you".
"Yes it's...been a while since I've visited back to my lovely nation", Zandrill told him, heading to the automatic slide door, "How has things been going?"
"Your nation has been well secure", The commander replied, "No rebellion has been reported yet at the moment".
"Good. A celebration must happen".
"Yes sir, I will inform to the people about this".
After the commander left, Zandrill enter through a long hallway.
He walked passed through the many levels, doors, extra pathway, and so on, reaching an elevator until eventually reaching to a throne room. A throne room for the real leader of this nation.
He passed through the entire army that line up from each side, approaching the throne.
Sitting in the throne is a man with long, white hair. Wearing a red coat and a monocle. He's also seen holding a cane. He is known by every offical as Eager Hostile. A vicious, calculated, and cold leader.
Right next to him stood his second in command. A man with a square shape forehead. He has long, brown hair that reaches to his neck point. He too wore a red coat. As for his name, he simply goes by the title, Blockhead.
He gave off a grinned, as Zandrill approach the great leader and bow for him.
"My master, I have return".
Eager said nothing. Gesturing him to stood until finally speaking, "You have done well, Zandrill. Despite our client unfortunate lost, what we gain from his is still quite beneficial".
"Yeah beneficial. If you ask me, I would prefer letting the fight continue, eh Zandrill?" Blockhead asked, cackling a laugh. Much to Zandrill annoyance.
"Whatever the cast, it is good you manage to return in tact", Eager told him, "No doubt your experience over there has been stressful".
"Stressful indeed", A sudden voice is heard, as everyone turned to see Cherieng, appearing in a puff of black smoke.
Startle, the soldiers aim their weapon, but Eager gesture everyone to halt, as she began to approach them, laughing to herself.
"It's been a while, old friend", Cherieng said, "It has been a while since I needed your help".
"Help? funny, coming from someone who had try to take over this organization", Eager told her, "What type of help does it require me to be involve with?"
"Oh it's a tiny favor. A favor that if I recall, you had stolen my supporters to join your pathetic group".
"I do not owe you any favor. If you had just wait until my rise in power, I would've allow you a place within my empire. Instead, you had become a traitor".
"Ha! Said you who needed my help".
"Zandrill! Get rid of her!" He order, "I want her out of my sight".
Zandrill nodded and ran at her with his hand forming a pyramid like shape, functioning in a drill manner.
He try to penetrate her, but she quickly dodge it and grabbed him by the neck, tossing him on the ground, resulting in a crack.
Before she could strike further, a gun click can be heard. She turn and saw Blockhead, aiming his gun at her while giving off a grinned.
While things are escalating, a soldier came out of the elevator and ran up to the throne, informing everyone, "Eager! The three organization request a representative for a emergency meeting".
"Really? A emergency meeting I see", Eager replied, "Very well then. Inform them that Zandrill is on his way".
The soldier nodded, returning back to the elevator, as Cherieng release Zandrill. Standing up and growling at her.
"As for you Cherieng, I'm afraid I cannot assist you with whatever your up to", Eager replied.
Cherieng gave a snarl, hoping to settle this easily and without issue. Alas, it would seem not, as she responded back at him, "Fine! But don't interfere with my intention!"
After she said that, the puff of black smoke rose once more, as she disappear out of sight.
Eager can only sit there in his throne, groaning to himself.
"Tch woman, am I right?" Blockhead asked, sarcastically to Zandrill, who only scuff and walked off, leaving them alone.
He then turned to Eager, "You think that hottie has something up her sleeves?"
"Perhaps. My concern now is expanding a bit more of my empire. As well as...finding more info about the stones".
Somewhere off in space, somewhere off in the universe, a busy day began on a particular city located on a Phantom Planet.
A city known for it connection to the four powerful, inter-galactic organization. A city with high authority and power over it's own military. A city reside on much protection and security.
These four organization goes by four titles. Blood Birds, Kraits, Antics, and Gray Sun. All stemming from their own belief and power.
Stood in the center of the massive city at large is consider the capital base. It stood long and grand. The structure resemble a deco size pyramid, if it was piled and stack together with huge amount of skyscrapers and buildings, forming a city from the inside and outside of one building.
All of it was of course, include additional statues of strange and odd creatures. Usually showcasing the heads or sometime, entire body.
Inside a dark room, only lit by the long windows stood seven figures within the darkness. The room itself only contain several luxury furniture's, cabinets, plants, tables and bookshelf.
As for the figures themselves, they held much of the higher power position in the organizations. Some are consider the founder, while some hold higher position, being allow near their founders.
One is tall and massive, seemingly looking out the window and seemingly wearing a long black coat, a wig, and a large 1700s tricorn hat. He resemble a 18th century General, judge or Governor.
He is consider among those within the ranks of the Grand Governor, known as Grim Reiner. Highest member of the Gray Sun organization.
The other is a tall figure wearing in Roman robes. He is seen holding a staff of some sort with the top being a round, golden metallic object, resembling a Aeolipile. He himself resemble a Ancient Rome Senator or emperor. His appearance seem similar to Julius Caesar. He is known as Grand Advisor, Arroriok. Another highest member of the Gray Sun organization.
Two figures sat on the couch. Both siblings have brown skin and both having gray hair. One sitting on the right is a girl wearing entirely in black. She wore a tank top, a black coat, and a head cone gear. Next to her is presumingly her brother. He wore an expose button, red shirt, shirtless, and wore a gray cape. Both of them are consider the founder of the Grays organization, regardless of their young age.
They are simply known as the Gray Sun sibling.
Another figure sat, wearing large amount of cape and a helmet with wings as horns. He's also has a long, white beard. He is consider the Blood Bird Grand Commander, going by the name of Vondianellia.
Across from him is another figure siting in armchair, appearing to be a female. She wore green, middle eastern robes and wore a hood that covered her entire face, although her green hair is seen being expose. She also wore a green coat.
She is consider the founder of Kraits, simply known as Krierilla.
As for the last figure that stood, he wore a long, Shako like helmet, wielding a sword, wearing a long green coat, several medals, and a glass eyepatch. He also has a brown mustache and hair. As for his name, he is known as the Grand Chief of the Kraits navy, goes by the name of Bonvon Caff.
"It would seems the news lately has been going wild", Vondianellia remarked, in a harsh Salvic accent, "The War conquerer known by many, Gjira has been defeated".
"Defeated by whom?" Krierilla asked, "Is it by a warrior, a leftover of his species, or another war conquerer?"
"The report stated to be a boy. Although who, we are not certain".
"Not surprising", Aorroriok said, "The last time something similar like that happen was from two boys trying to intervene our affair. No doubt that event has still been quite humiliating for us".
"Let's focus on the positive", Grim said, "With Gjira out of the way, it leaves us with his wealth. Several of the planets and universe that were ravage by him may contain some beneficial gain for us. After all, it's open for the taking".
"Indeed. We need to move in, colonized, established post, and ensure our influence and services are brought upon those unfortunate enough to cross path with Gjira", Bonvon said, "I suggest we start off with a campaign".
"Regardless, we should be concern more about a new threat to our organization", Krierilla added, "Lately there's been a lot of new potential problems springing up. Both within and out of our sectors reach. Some are planning on snatching those planets before us".
"Then we should move in quick. Not letting any crime organization or empire take the opportunity to control it. We must act now!" Vondianellia said.
"I agree. But we should also be more concern about wether these sectors are under Green Lantern jurisdiction", Bonvon reminded, "After all, some of these planets and universes were protected by them, before Gjira had intervene. Who knows if it still holds up or not, we cannot just go in without them notice".
"Your right", Vondianellia said, "With how much Vile had violated our relationship with the Green Lanterns, we need to be more careful about our next move. Now then, what plans have we made so far?"
"I've already send out a message to several of our important officials for an emergency meeting", Bonvon explained, "I'm certain there will be an interesting discussion about this. Especially those from our refugee program. Although how many will come, we are uncertain".
"Then let's send out a message to our benefactors", Vondianellia suggest, "Particularly the Black Hole Mercenaries".
"Are you certain?"
"Indeed",Aorroriok said, "We need enough forces at our command for our operation to worked. Even if it means contacting their help again".
"The Black Holes aren't much of a species known for being interested in participating these kind of stuff", Bonvon said, "But I will tried to send this message to them and see if they reply back".
Somewhere off on a ravage, war torn planet, a civilization is shown to be in collapse.
Ruins of pillars and structures. Flames emitted throughout the area, and soldiers clad in armor are slump over and dead.
The sky was covered entirely in a black cloud, which some how causes debris and corpses to be floating upward and being incinerated.
There was only one structure standing among this losing battle. A tower resembling shards of glass sticking together.
Two figures were outside.
One is a floating, skull head on a machine armor, wielding his right arm to reveal a large laser canon. He is seen blasting away any target near by, which the ray itself is in black.
He is known as Deathtime.
Another figure stood, holding up a staff with a black orb, which seem to emitted black smokes that connected to the sky above, possibly being the cause of the storm. His head seem to resemble a white, fur like beast. He wore a black mask, gray and black armor with a cape.
He is known as Mist Strucker.
Cutting inside the structure, there were others figure like them. Having destroy and killed the remaining enemies inside the structure.
One is a tall figure. Wearing all black with a mask, a cape, and a disc like hat. He is seen snapping a soldier neck and dropping him.
He is known as Doomslash.
Three other figures were at the center circle, watching someone getting beat up.
One is a small girl with black hair and wearing a uniform with a skirt. She is Luddi.
Another is a girl, but a bit older. She wore blue cape and has a necklace like contraption around her neck. She is Toukkh.
And lastly is the much older female of the bunch. Wearing a blue jumpsuit and black hair. She is known as Mother Hollow.
They are watching presumingly a white, bearded ruler wearing robes and armor, getting violently beat up by a man with black beard and mustache, a ripped coat, and black boots. On his belts consist of disc as well.
The ruler fell on the ground after the beat down. The beater name Condeir, cackle a large laughter, "Yahahahahahahahahaha! Look at this punk! Calling himself a god! Not even his suppose purple power could save him".
"Don't get too cocky about it", Mother Hollow told him, "You only beat him up because you use much of your Black Hole ability".
"Ah whatever. At least he's down by the looks of it".
"You...you trespassers!" The ruler huff and shouted, picking himself up with a metal staff, "I allow hospitality and this is how you repay me?!"
"Hahahahahaha! Repay you?! You should've been more aware of the outside world, my friend", A laughter came from another member of their kind, coming out of the darkness.
He wore a cape and has a long, black hair and beard. He is adorn himself with all the gold material founded in this structure. A crown, necklace, rings, everything.
This man is known as Soulestor.
"You! You...turn my followers against me!" The ruler shouted, "I shouldn't had allow my men to drink your curses wine!"
"Why, it's all about returning favor. I thought your...mortal followers would love it. After all, they all clamor and follow you. Worship you, even. It's no wonder there's none remaining", Soulestor said, chuckling to himself.
This only seem to anger the ruler more, grabbing his staff and readying for more battle, "You are all fools! You cannot dare defeat a god like me! I shall send tons of bolts onto you! And you shall all kneel before-!"
"Before you all mighty god, cried for mercy, you shall witness true pain, blah, blah, blah, all that typical nonsense from a god. Please, is there any other thing you want to say in your final words, or is that it?"
Another voice is heard, and perhaps the last for the ruler, as he stopped in confusion.
"You know for a god, you're surprising pretty weak against a couple of rogues like us. Then again, when does a god actually learn something".
"Where are you?!" The ruler asked, looking around, "Who said that?!"
"Oh...guess I haven't introduce myself properly. Actually, what am I saying. Your not going to know, once I kill you".
"Wha-what? Who-"
Before the ruler could finished his sentence, he looked up and above him, a sudden flash of red flame incinerated him, causing him to scream in agony as he is being faded away in this blood of fire.
The figure reveal itself to them. He is consider among them as their leader. He wore all red, both in his jumpsuit and his cape and hair.
He is Sardonyx.
Once he lower his hand down, he float down and meet back with his gang.
He looked over what's left of the ruler, with his cape being the only thing remaining. Others joined with him to look at the sight, including the two men outside.
Sardonyx smirk at his work, remarking, "What a wuss. Didn't even tried to use his so called mighty power on me".
"Even if he did, my dear leader", Soulestor said, "Your flame ability would've quickly incinerate it".
"True. God, did you guys even hear what he's saying. All that whole mortal nonsense and how above he is. This dude has no common sense".
"Pretty sure you could say to all the gods we encounter and kill", Mist Strucker comment.
Just then, someone was running to meet with them.
Someone as in another and last member of their group.
He ran and ran, until he stopped to catch some breathe. He has black hair, wore a jester of a hat and consist himself with all sorts of gears. His name is simply IIbich.
This caught the attention of Sardonyx and the others as they took notice.
"IIbich, dude. Your late", Sardonyx responded, "I've already dealt with his ass. No need to whine about finishing him off".
"No...I...came...here to..."
"To what? Spill it out, already!"
"Listen, I got a message from Vauhzass", IIbich said, "They send out an invitation for you of some kind of important meeting. Something about...a campaign or something, relating to Gjira defeat".
"Gjira", Soulestor remarked, "Interesting. I haven't heard that name for century ago".
"Wasn't he the guy we were suppose to joined in his final war or whatever he call it?" Mist Strucker asked.
"Oh yeah, him...forgot we were invited", Sardonyx remarked, putting his hands on his hips, "Guess I didn't bother responded back".
"I completely he's even relevant", Deathtime comment.
"Yeah well, it looks like now he's defeated, so there's that", IIbich replied.
"Huh...oh well, suck for him I guess", Sardonyx gesture his gang, "Come on guys, let's return back the shuttle and inform our client about what we did".
As the Black Hole Gang approached to their giant, white disc ship that stood outside of the battlefield, Soulestor remarked about the invitation, founding it to be the most interesting part, and one that should be taken seriously, "Sooooo...about this meeting".
"What about it?" Sardonyx asked.
"Are you interested in going to the meeting? Seems like a kind and gracious offer from the four mighty organizations".
"Of course. Got nothing else to do, I guess".
"Aren't you a bit...umm...worry about your father being there?" Toukkh mention.
"Who? That delusional d*ck?"
She nodded.
"Pff, of course not. I'm not going to give him any attention when I get there", Sardonyx replied back, "Set our coarse to Vauhzass. Soulestor, Doomslash, and Toukkh. You guys come with me. The rest of you remain in the shuttle".
"Ooooooh thank you", Soulestor said, "I am excited to head back to Vauhzasss. You should know, as I-"
"Shut up and get in the shuttle".
The meeting room was huge. It is decorated with a dark, black solid matter that cover the entire room. Around the surrounding were four doors, four long windows showcasing the outside view of the city, and a running streams of fountains, which contains fish in them.
The meeting table itself is round within the center containing a hologram projector.
Immediately, there was a huge gathering. A concerning gather of a bunch, as it wasn't the meeting, however. Instead, everyone gather to see an admiral choking on the ground, his mouth emitting a burning, black smoke from his throat.
Every admirals, generals, lieutenants, and commanding officers mumble, being worry over the man alone.
"What should we do?"
"Someone should help him?"
"Who's doing this?"
An admiral took notice of someone likely being the cause of this, as he stare at the figures sitting across from them, "You there! Stop this! You found this entertaining?!"
Indeed it was Soulestor doing. He was sitting with his leg out and taking a sip of his golden cup.
Next to him sat was Sardonyx and Toukhh, with Sardonyx crossed arm and patiently waiting. Standing near them is Doomslash, who is also waiting too.
"Hahahahahahaha! Of course, my fellow men! Since I am a bit bored, I thought a little fun would lighten the mood for a bit here", Soulestor said.
"You damn fool! You have no idea who you're messing with! Offering one of our own your curses drinks!"
"It's my way of respecting your hard work".
"I'll show you hard work!" Another general ran up to them, with his sword out.
Before he could strike, Doomslash enter the scene and grabbed his arm and slam it on the table, crushing his hand and releasing the sword.
Doomslash then proceed to slam the jaw of the general onto the table, readying to break his neck as well.
"You idiot!" Another admiral shouted, "Sardonyx! Put an end to this! Tell your men to stop!"
"I think you should what he say, Sardonyx", Toukkh whisper to Sardonyx ear, to which he simply shrugged.
Before things could escalated further, there was a mighty tap to the floor, causing everyone to halt, as the sound echo throughout the room.
It was Bonvon, using his bottom tip of his sword to put an end to this, "Enough! There's no time for this! Now everyone sit down! We got an important, pressing matter to discuss!"
Sardonyx sigh, as he eventually put an end to the men suffering, by raising his hand to signal a release, causing Doomslash to let the man go from his clench and Soulestor splashing the liquid at the choking man in the far distance, causing him to stop.
Then everyone came back to their seat after the man recover, as Bonvon resume speaking, "Thank you. My apologize for the late welcome. I just had a discussion with the grand higher ups about the news lately. Welcome everyone for coming. I'm certain this won't take long, as we have a huge, important day to discussed".
"Hope it's important", Sardonyx said, "To be frank, I wasn't too interested in coming, until the boredom kick in. So I decided to come".
"And arrive we did, Bonvon", Soulestor said, standing up and bowing down to him, while chuckling and still grinning.
"Hmph, well I hope your stay is a welcome one", Caff told them, "As you can tell right now, we are all in a busy time. With Gjira gone, his territory could proven beneficial. Including toward your business".
Sardonyx scoff, replying, "Whatever".
Just then, the echoing of footstep can be heard. It was coming from the corridor behind them.
Zandrill appear, entering the scene much to everyone shocked, except for Bonvon, Sardonyx and half his gang, "So good to see everyone. I was expecting to see General Baron here as well, no doubt".
"Zandrill!" One of the general stood up, as if trying to attack him. He is quickly restraint by two other generals trying to him back.
"Ah Zandrill, glad to see one member from Antics coming here for the meeting", Bonvon said, approaching him, "It's quite rare to have a representatives from Antics be here".
"Glad to see you, Chief. Tell me, what's wrong with him? I've never seen someone within this organization trying to attack me before. Not since 1855".
"You have to forgive him. He's...one of those people that had a history of their home world being ravaged by Gjira. There are some that regard you and your associates as traitors, due to being affiliate with them".
"Really now?", Zandrill replied, as the information itself doesn't seem to bother him, "Hmph, that's not my concern. My only concern is being involve for the meeting. Anything else are pointless to me, understood".
"I can understand that, Zandrill. Yes".
"And besides, they should be thanking me, since if it wasn't for me we wouldn't have this type of advantage".
The general move violently an inch, but still being restraint.
"Now then, before we could begin", Zandrill then asked, "Tell me, is she...here?"
"Who's...here?"
"My...ex-wife, Xonixilla. Is she here? Or is she coming?"
There was a moment of silent between the two, until eventually he responded, "My apologize, but I'm afraid she is busy at the moment to come for the meeting. You know how her job goes".
"Oh...that's...unfortunate", He replied, sounding disappointed by the news, as he sat down in one of the chairs. He sigh to himself, then he notice Sardonyx sitting across from them.
An awkward stare commence between the two, until Sardonyx looked away and scoff, trying to ignore him.
While Sardonyx isn't grateful to see him, Soulestor on the other hand seem honor and seem to be familiar with him, as he approach him, "Zandrill, it's been too long since we last met".
"Yes, been too long", Zandrill remarked, refusing to stare back at him.
"You have to forgive my boss. He's...well, have a bit of a personal history with you, as I'm certain you know".
"Yes..."
But before he could, there was a sudden glass shattering that is heard within the room.
"Look!" One of the admiral pointed. Standing on the table is a young male figure, with pale skin, fangs, black hair and a coat, as well as wearing a scarf.
Everyone was stunned to see him, with some exception.
"Looks like we have a new guest arrive", The Chief remarked, unfazed by him, as if he's familiar with him.
One of the general gasp by the sight of him, remarking, "Valentio, the Bane of Blood. The Tenth commander of the Cecil pirate division!"
"What brings you here?" Bonvon asked the boy, "Clearly not a proposal, it seems".
"I came here to send a message to those who dare oppose him", Valentio explained, "While Gjira may be gone, Cecil is rising in power, and will wipe out anyone that goes up against him, including your forces".
"Freak!" One of the general shouted, "If you think you pirates will take us down, chances are your wrong!"
"Quite the devotion right there", Valentio remarked, resuming back on the topic, "But you see, Cecil has grown stronger over the year. He's been building up his stamina, and is prepare to take over the universe, starting with our own".
"Intriguing", Bonvon told him, "Willing to bet on that?"
"Of course. After all, I am his commander. So be prepare for what to come", He said, as he sprout out bat wings and fly out through the window from where he break in.
Everyone sat there in silent, with some being speechless.
Bonvon can only respond with a sigh, telling himself, "This is going to be a long stressful meeting for me".
Meanwhile in Milktown that is located outside the universe, news of the defeat of Gjira has been broken out.
Several of the commotion has been talk upon by many, especially in this town. Nobody expected it, and here they were talking about it.
There were some and many that are relieved by this. Meaning without Gjira around, there won't be much fear for those traveling or living on planets during Gjira raids.
However, there are few that are upset. So upset, it resulted in a man getting shot down into blazes. Mow down by a Tommy gun, as he his toss through a window, lifelessly laying there in smoke.
The person responsible for this is none other than Simffuring. Drunk, angry, and disappointed. These are the emotion he is feeling now after the news been break out.
"Well that take care of that", Simffuring comment, putting the tommy gun away, "I was hoping for a battle between me and Gjira. But I guess that plan has set sail thanks to that brat".
"Don't feel too bad about it", One of his partner told him. A pale man with black hair, a hat, and a black coat said, "At least your here, readying to resume back to your crime business".
"Yeah, I suppose so", Simffuring said, taking a sip from his bottle and turning around to walked forward, "Let's get going, boys. We got lots of things to do".
The three or four partners joining along with him include the giant lobster name Lobster Lobber and small, dog man Derry Duke being carried by him, flamboyant man name Pale Tommy holding a Tommy gun, and a Black Hole flapper girl name Void Sux.
The four of them head out, as the giant lobster excitefully said, "Ha! It's about time we doing something! Say Simffuring, shouldn't we free our pals at Holiday Ruin?"
"Nah, don't worry too much about them", He assure him, "They can handle it. All we need to do is focus rebuilding my business. But first, I need to find some way to avenge my boy, Sardonyx. No doubt that boy and girl aren't getting away with it. Am I right? TOMMY?! XAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Indeed", Tommy said.
"True on that. I'm just glad you're focusing on more essential things. I wonder if my sweet boy, Zach will get the news about your return?", Void told him.
"Whatever. As long as I'm here, nothing is going to stop me", Simffuring proclaim, "XAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU HEAR ME! NO ONE! NOT A GOD DAMN THING!"
TO BE CONTINUE...
Welp, there you have it. Teaser to what to come.
Now it's going to be a while for us to return back to these arcs, as I don't want to rush through them. I'm trying to take things a lot more slower this time around. But I hope everyone found this interesting.
Next chapter will be a lot of fun, I can guarantee...well, fun for us to read. For the contestants, not so much.
Anyways, see you guys later.