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Episode 27
OP Song:
Aoi Kaze No HOPE [HISTORY OF TRUNKS ENDING]
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Dies irae - Animation OST: Unus Mundus
PART 1
In the past...
Dr. Albert Wesker.
One of the most wanted and dangerous men in his native universe.
Originally one of the test subjects in Project W who specialized in biotechnology and bioengineering, Wesker was an elite perfectionist individual of absolute coldness, always wearing deep-black sunglasses that gave him an even more unapproachable air. As a senior researcher linked to the t-Virus Project as early as 1978, he bore witness to and at times shaped Umbrella's B.O.W. research. He officially left the company soon after a stall in the Tyrant Project and began work as a spy, leading to a career in the United States Army and eventually with S.T.A.R.S. as its Captain.
And then, he betrayed S.T.A.R.S. and then he betrayed Umbrella, all for his own interests and ends. He steals Umbrella's research data, benefiting from a mutation brought on by a prototype virus that gave him superhuman powers. This made him, in his self-assertion, believe that he was chosen to achieve the ultimate goal of causing the mass extinction of humanity in favor of evolution.
Officially, he was declared dead, having perished in the final recent confrontation between himself and his old archenemy, Chris Redfield. The end of a long-standing rivalry. From a certain point of view, that might have been true.
And it shows from the screen that was now showing the death of one Albert Wesker. But alas, that was not the real Wesker. Rather, it was a clone that was made for the purpose of cheating death. The clone thought of himself as Wesker. Every behavioral pattern, every predictable movement, every traceable persona, every memory and information that was found within the sharpened mind, it was all Albert Wesker. And Chris and his new partner, Sheva Alomar, couldn't even tell the difference.
Wesker was deep in thought, recalling how everything began the set the plan in motion. It was a time before he infiltrated the Spencer Mansion and killed Dr. Oswell E. Spencer while encountering Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine once again. He encountered a dark western figure with red-shaded eyes. Of everybody that Wesker had encountered over the years, this figure did the one thing that was quite rare. He intimidated him just by his mere presence.
"Calm yourself, Albert Wesker. I am no foe of yours. I have come here simply to discuss a simple proposition that you may find to be quite intriguing."
This figure introduced himself as GameOver. Wesker could tell that this figure wasn't a man nor was he human. He was something else. Something that made his skin crawl and bends his knee. He was quite the sophisticated aristocrat. He discussed with Wesker the latter's own personal future, offering him a way out so to speak of how history had badly treated him so. Curious about this proposition but also cautious and with narrowed eyes, he accepted.
And it was the right choice indeed.
"And thus the world would rejoice for the 'death' of Albert Wesker."
Wesker turns around to find GameOver who had also been watching from the screen, showing the demise of the Wesker clone.
"At least, that is what the world thinks and it would be wise that it thinks that way for the next several years in order for people to not notice it," GameOver simply said.
"I'm impressed," Wesker politely said. A hint of respect, rare as it were, was there. "Everything that you said would happen had indeed happened as it was planned."
"I am simply keeping my end of the bargain after all," GameOver turned towards Wesker. "You should too."
"And I intend to," Wesker simply said.
Yes, it was time for Albert Wesker to remain in hiding for the time being. While he wanted nothing more than to destroy Chris Redfield and everything that he held dear, he knew that now was not the proper time. As the cliché goes, he'd rather not follow into the trap of villains attacking the heroes and ended up losing in the long run.
The two individuals begin walking away from the screen and walk toward a couple of tubes, many of them and stretched out for miles. What is contained in it was the presence of individual drones, a combination of solid light holographic technology with a symbiote substance. It appeared that they were in a laboratory from a remote location. Somewhere that was as far away from Wesker's enemies as it is possible. It was in another dimension.
Ever since GameOver had introduced him to the possibility of a Multiverse, the possibilities themselves that formed from Wesker's head are endless. If there are other worlds out there, then should he not take advantage of that and pursue his studies for the sake of improving the human condition on his own terms? Of course, he would. And he is quite thankful to GameOver for it.
As they continued to walk forward, they stand on a balcony, overlooking the many drones that were marching forward in tight formation.
"As you can see, the symbiote samples and the technology that you have given me to study had allowed me to replicate an army for our usage. I would also have to thank you for the personnel and the scientists you have brought to me. They were quite a useful bunch. But I do wonder..." Wesker looks at GameOver. "I am quite curious as to what can you possibly gain from all of this?"
"And as I told you since very our last discussion," GameOver was simply looking at his own personal symbiote drone army. "Nothing. At least, not one that may be of use on the larger scale."
"Then why?" Wesker was honestly curious.
"Small scale incidents provide a distraction and a test. To give a literature comparison, it is likened to multiple amounts of stories to tell of conflicts that further the stakes and the character development of each individual. A test for the labels of 'hero', 'villain', and 'other'."
Wesker raised an eyebrow. "Stories. That is a rather strange comparison."
"Or would you prefer the evolution test?" GameOver simply said. "Survival of the fittest, to coined the famous phrase of Charles Robert Darwin."
"That, I can relate as a scientist," Wesker smiled, his eyes glowed for a bit behind his shades.
In the past...
Salem was alone. She was simply sitting on her throne and her allies were not here, either somewhere in some part of the castle or doing something else.
She was contemplating the recent meeting that she had with an individual, all black in classic western-style clothing, with red eyes that discomfort her tremendously. This strange individual reminded her somewhat of the Gods who left her world which already made alarm bells ring in her mind. And yet, she can tell that this individual was different. And speaking of the gods, she was thinking of one surprising news, with the evidence that backed it up, that made her feel...quite conflicted and elated.
"What if I told you that the Gods of this universe no longer exist anymore?"
Apparently, the two immensely powerful beings that created Remnant were no more, having been annihilated in the crossfire in a so-called battle worthy of the greatest of gods. The Last Great Time War. It was quite hilarious and oddly satisfying. It wasn't powerful beings or so-called heroes that dealt the final blow. It was a species that wanted nothing except the total destruction of everything that was not them. The Daleks, they were called. A powerful race that slowly but surely rose up from the nuclear fire and gain power in strength, numbers, and intelligence; inventing and innovating technology that made even gods tremble and flee. And yet, she was a bit miffed that her goal of revenge had been stolen from her completely.
But then, she'd say good riddance to the Gods who had brought down her suffering of immortality. But now what? What would she do now that the Gods that cursed her to immortality were no more? The only one left to really oppose her was Ozpin. Now, she has been dealing with a long thousand-year existential crisis in the sense of thinking of other plans for the time being. This leads her back to her one common thought. The Multiverse.
Remnant was but one reality and the individual who showed her the Multiverse and its wonders intrigued her. Thinking of the numerous opportunities and possibilities was something that she could not escape within her grasp. She just had to take advantage of it by any means necessary.
"I know you are there," she spoke, glancing to her right, seeing the same individual—GameOver—standing simply from around the corner, overlooking the window with both hands behind his back. "One would think to knock first before entering one's home."
"Apologies, Lady Salem," GameOver said politely, grabbing his hat and placing it on his chest, making a polite bow. "I am simply visiting an old friend, that is all. No further intentions are required."
"An old friend? Are we that close now, Red-Eyed Demon?" Salem raised an eyebrow of amusement. "But alas, you have a point. I have just been thinking of the things that we have discussed."
"Oh, I see. As for me, I'm merely thinking about the other phases of my operations across other worlds. All things are according to plan," GameOver simply said as he looked out the window once more, placing his hat back to his head.
"Yes...the plan. That is quite curious. Even now, such a plan is quite elusive to my sight. You once compared them to mere stories, correct?" Salem said, thoughtful.
"Yes, stories, and they show quite promise indeed," GameOver simply said.
In the past...
"An intriguing proposition, demon."
Ch'rell—The Shredder, sitting on his throne, with the Foot symbol found somewhere upwards, ever thoughtful of the offer and the reasons that GameOver, the individual that is standing before him, gave in a refined sophisticated tone that made him desire more power. Imagining whole worlds without Turtles to conquer for his very own just as he sees fit sends a shiver of pleasure running down his spine. There were multiple benefits that he had been given as well such as hundreds of thousands of Foot Ninjas at his beckoning command and the control of alternate timelines where the Turtles have been defeated, the last one brought an inner smile to his person.
And then, there was a sense of gratitude if one were to grant such a word, having been informed by GameOver of the untimely demise that he would undergo in the future when he finally had the grasp of power to rid the TMNT Multiverse of all Turtles as they were the one constant that has and continues to oppose him at every single turn. Unfortunately, his ego got the better of him and paid for his life through ridiculous means that he'd rather not think about. When presented with the evidence, perhaps it was time to reevaluate his strategies. However...
"And yet, I could not help to wonder as to why would you have saved me from a fate that should have been my own undoing. How is that supposed to be of benefit to you?" Shredder asked.
"Chaos," GameOver simply said. "Just are there is Order, there is the need for Chaos, and both of them combined would grow for the purpose of development in a natural selection sense."
"Ah, the survival of the fittest theory," Shredder commented, his red eyes glowed for a bit. "That does sound quite interesting indeed."
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Dies irae - Animation OST: Schutz Staffel
PART 2
Somewhere from afar, there was a young devilish boy watching a scene unfolding from the food stands. It was chaotic, to say the least since it was at this particular moment when Papple, a member of the Criasu Corporation, decided to make her move and cause chaos by using the toge power that she got from the takoyaki shop owner who got concerned for one Hana Nono who had been upset and distraught because of her recent accidental stunt of funny antics for the sake of bringing in more customers. By said funny antics, it only started when Hana was overly enthusiastic about the takoyaki that she had tasted and went hyperactive. The rest was history.
The young devilish boy was Daruizen, leaning against the tree trunk. He looked pretty amused, arms crossed, as he was silently observing the show that he found to be quite entertaining to watch. He was currently waiting for the right opportunity to make his next move. And he was holding an Another Ridewatch in his person. It showed the image of a beast-like creature, a twisted face with a smile showing teeth. It was Another Ex-Aid.
Daruizen already knew who to target. The unsuspecting Papple. Once Hugtan accomplishes purifying the Oshimaida as it is written in history, he will make his move. The tactic behind this instead of striking now is that he wanted the Precure to exhaust themselves and to be more focused on an unconscious Hugtan, thereby making them easier targets for the picking.
Of course, he knew that it wouldn't be so easy. He knew that somewhere in time, George Kurai would probably notice him. It was his nature as a space-time sensitive. And not just him. Others would probably notice him. STARS and the Foundation were on high alert because of Ultron. It made stealth less of an option. And time is quite limited for him to act as rumor has it that the TARDIS would show up. Better to finish things here and now. Even if he couldn't win, and he knew that he won't, not with the Time Lord eventually becoming involved the moment he visits, at least there was something that he can accomplish. Besides which, it was a distraction at best.
"Why do I have to work with you of all people?"
Daruizen looked to his right, seeing Another Cure Yell look sour and unamused, giving him the stink eye, putting both hands to her waist. Truly, when comparing her with her mainline counterpart, they are as different as a cute kitten and a ferocious lion. But he digressed.
"And why would you complain about something that's already been done?" he replied in a bored tone. "This is GameOver-sama's orders. Deal with it."
"Tck," Another Cure Yell clicked her tongue, irritated.
"...Or...are you perhaps worried about something else? Your beloved king perhaps?" Daruizen asked.
But Another Cure Yell smirked in response. "In your dreams, last year's pandemic reject. My hubby has beaten you quite a number of times before and it would not be any different this time."
"The same could be said of you," Daruizen reminded, although a little irritated at the jab that leads to a sore spot.
"I let myself lose for his sake," Another Cure Yell put her right hand to her face. "That and he is grown stronger over the years. The benefits of this are that GameOver-sama has taken this into account."
"Whether or not we win or lose is in accordance with the plan," Daruizen commented while deep in thought. "Or so he says anyway."
And while this happens, he would see Papple try to retreat by teleporting herself out of the Precure's reach. It appeared that the conflict was almost at an end.
"It's time," he said, snapping his fingers, catching Papple by mid-teleport.
"What?!" Papple muttered in shock, having been caught mid-teleport. Instead of her ending up back at the Criasu Corporation, she ended up somewhere else. But she wouldn't have enough time to register what had just occurred when suddenly... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"For me~? Oh, how lovely~?! At least you allow me to have the main course," Another Cure Yell made a slasher-like smile, swiftly grabbing the Another Ridewatch from Daruizen and placing it on Papple's back. "Let's go, me~!"
And then, Papple begins to inadvertently transform into a monster with spiky pink hair with black wires, a grey monster-like face with a mouth and sharp teeth, black see-through visor with orange lines and orange eyes seen in it. Faded pink body suit with black spots, black wire circuitry runs from the chest to the thighs, green faded forearms and forelegs with the same black spots. Silver shoulder armor with spikes and razor blades on its arms, bronze bands, sneakers, and shin guards. Chest armor and black chest plate that says 'Ex-Aid' and on its back is the same face and spiky hair, with the only difference found in the eyes that said '2016' and 'Ex-Aid'.
As of this moment, Papple has transformed into Another Ex-Aid.
Ex-Aid!
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. Raaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Another Ex-Aid roared.
"Yipey~! Now I can get darling to spend time with me again~!" Another Cure Yell sported a dreamy expression.
"I wouldn't really count on it since we aren't the only ones that GameOver sent. You do remember him, right?" Daruizen pointed out.
"..." Another Cure Yell flinched for a few moments. Her smile turned blank and her eyes went cold with hate. "You don't have to remind me of him."
Somewhere in another time in the past was a young man with black hair and purple-brown eyes that were now flickering a deep red. He was currently watching Future George Kurai making his official debut appearance, already freezing time and the HUGtto! Precure Team. It was one of the critical moments of the Pretty Cure Sacred Timeline.
"Alas, it's time. Now I wonder which you would choose, George. A depressed Hana or a dead Hugtan," the young man said as he took a specific Ridewatch that showed a helmet of blue and black, with red hiragana colors. "Henshin!," he said while pressing the center button.
IMPASSE!
He places the Ridewatch on the right side of the slot, slammed the crown button, and put both arms towards the Ziku-Driver and turns it in a complete 360°.
RIDER TIME!
KAMEN RIDER IMPASSE!
Holographic wristbands begin to enveloped him and by the time it was done, he dons a particular suit of armor. It was reminiscent of Kamen Rider Geiz's appearance but had different color schemes.
He is Hinase Amano (PC Universe-2038.10BR) (Time Remnant)—Kamen Rider Impasse.
And he has one single objective that he has in mind right now in order to possibly draw his enemy out and accomplish what he was set out to do under GameOver's official orders.
Kill Hugtan.
"?!"
George Kurai suddenly widened his eyes. His breath gasped. Hana Nono and Hagumi Kurai noticed the grave reaction. He was silent. And it lasted for many moments.
"George?" Hana asked, concerned.
George slowly looks at Hana and Hagumi in worry and concern. He felt something happening. As a space-time sensitive, he can feel the natural flow of the timelines. And now, he is feeling something happening in the past.
"Something is happening in the past..." George muttered in concern, soft and clear.
"Eh?" Hana and Hagumi muttered in shock, with alarmed expressions.
"Are you sure, papa?" Hagumi asked, concerned.
"Yes..." George slowly stood up, bringing himself reluctantly off of the arms of the two important women in his life. "We should tell the others and alert the entire base."
George sees Kiriya and the Futari wa Precure looking at him in concern, the former nodding at George as he too noticed something odd. George begins to get a circular shape device from his pocket and turn it on. Hana and Hagumi were standing right beside him as they wait while the beeping sound was active for a few moments. Afterward, Commander Ares Mars was seen from a projection screen. Private Coda, Kaoruko Hanasaki, Doctor Traum, Heartcatch Precure!, Star Twinkle Precure, and Healin' Good Precure were seen in the background.
"George?!" both Kaoruko Hanasaki and Nodoka Hanadera muttered in surprise and concern.
"Commander, set the entire base on high alert, we have a potential timeline change in PC Universe-2004," George ordered.
"Yes, sir," Commander Mars nodded.
"Uh oh..."
Tatsuya Kaname had his eyes widened. It was noticed by Brian Taylor and the Smile Precure! who were sporting concerned expressions.
"What is it?" Miyuki Hoshizora asked, concerned.
"Something's wrong. I can feel the timelines shifting for some reason," Tatsuya spoke gravely.
"What? Again?" Brian asked. "Is it GameOver's lackeys?"
"Probably," Tatsuya nodded. "And if I know George, he's probably gonna order for the alarm to be raised throughout the base."
ALERT! POTENTIAL TIMELINE CHANGES ARE DETECTED IN PC UNIVERSE-2004! ALL AVAILABLE PERSONNEL ARE TO FOLLOW THE PROPER PROCEDURES AUTHORIZED BY THE SCP FOUNDATION! EVERY AVAILABLE PRETTY CURE THAT IS IN THE BASE NEEDS TO GATHER IN THE HANGAR BAY IMMEDIATELY FOR FURTHER DEBRIEFING! ALERT...
Everyone throughout the base heard the alarm. Many of the personnel were already reacting and responded immediately, heading to their respective positions.
ALERT! POTENTIAL TIMELINE CHANGES ARE DETECTED IN PC UNIVERSE-2004! ALL AVAILABLE PERSONNEL ARE TO FOLLOW THE PROPER PROCEDURES AUTHORIZED BY THE SCP FOUNDATION! EVERY AVAILABLE PRETTY CURE THAT IS IN THE BASE NEEDS TO GATHER IN THE HANGAR BAY IMMEDIATELY FOR FURTHER DEBRIEFING! ALERT...
"Eh?!"
All of the KiraKira Precure A La Mode noticed the sudden alarm that resounded throughout the base and see multiple personnel beginning to run from multiple directions.
"Wha-What's going on?" Ichika Usami asked, holding a plate of sliced chocolate cake that is now being set on the table.
"Well kriff," Clone Cadet Brownski looked annoyed and concerned. He was seated on a chair alongside two other fellow clone cadets. "Just another day in the office I guess, ma'am."
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Kamen Rider 4 [Time - Mitsuru Matsuoka]
New Characters:
Albert Wesker - A: D. C. Douglas
Salem - VA: Kikuko Inoue
Daruizen - VA: Mutsumi Tamura
Papple - VA: Sayaka Ohara