A strong wind blew the fusion-ridden ocean waves up on shore; the beach was slightly tanned a sickly green, the thick palm trees of the Forsaken Valley swaying from the harsh storm. The sky was lit up in a faint grayish green, the presence of fusion now stronger than before. The pitter-patter of rain smacked down on the beach and the leaves of the trees, even green rain staining the ground in front of it.

The entrance of the jungle was surrounded by wet rubble and steel, the sight of a destroyed spaceship just faintly into view. The colors of black and red were prominent, indicating that whatever high-tech creation this was belonged to Mandark. It was rusted, the pieces of metal sinking into not only the wet sand of the beach but the mud pits of the valley before it. A pinnacle of engineering now laid to waste, desolate and abandoned.

Sheltered in between a handful of trees, fighting through the harsh wind, lay a make-shift camp for one man. Tarps and blankets covered all surrounding sides, flowing in the wind gently just being held together by hooked ropes which were stabbed in the cloth. Pieces of steel scrap were pitched together through welding into the formation of a cube, creating a small home. Pitched on top was a tall, skinny radar tower which desperately fought the storm, held together by an abundance of items forcing it to stay put. The tower was erect, firm and ongoing as a signal was being broadcasted.

Inside this cube structure was a Dynamo suit helmet, belonging to Blossom. Two bright yellow eyes with wide teeth glare stared forward, a wire plugged into an outlet on the side of it.

Holding it together with a pair of tan hands was a tired, slouching man. His brown, messy short hair waved through the wind. His faint blue eyes stared forward as some of his minimal facial hair ruffled in the wind. He was young, although carried the eyes of a man who had seen too much. They were baggy, gained from several nights of lack of sleep. His yellow t-shirt drifted in the wind, his khaki shorts folded as he sat with his legs crossed. He stared longingly at this object in front of him.

His thumb tapped against a small push-in on the side of the helmet, a red dot flashing as it lit up. The man took a deep breath and began to speak in a tired, scratchy voice.

"This is a distress signal for any Sector V operatives who hear me; this is Niles, signing in. I am the only survivor of what was a slaughter. Recently, the team I had been assigned with was tasked with retrieving Rick's handbook." From his thigh lifted up a small, binder leather school notebook. It slightly drifted in his grasp, yet his hands held on tightly.

"We have succeeded, at the cost of nearly everyone. The research station by Mandark was destroyed; the fusion beasts have gotten stronger. We fought hard, yet it wasn't enough."

The man turned to look out toward the ocean, seeing the waves crash hard on the shore. His imminent and desperate voice eased up emotionally. "I watched Samurai Jack die; held him in my arms one last time as he passed." There was a long pause. "I miss him; he was a good man."

The helmet just stared at him, not a word spoken. It took in every ounce of emotion he felt, the signal continuing to fight the storm.

"If anyone is listening, anyone at all, please just send someone. I don't know how much longer I can take this alone." he finished, staring into the helmet before finally shutting it off. A miserable sigh left him as he checked the cord, noticing the signal be broadcasted just fine. He proceeded to lay down on the post he made for himself and stretched his legs, holding up his last pop gun: a blue, popsicle shaped pistol with a few icy shots left.

The cartridge for shots was pulled out, and he counted every single one. Stabbed firmly into the ground was his slayer blade, somewhat nicked and damaged from the fighting but barely held together. A white sash, cloth torn from Jack's old kimono, wrapped around the handle and flew in the breeze.

The man's eyes squinted, sitting up as he instinctively cocked his pistol. He rested with what strength remained, staring at a figure in the distance between the palm trees. There, with a single hand resting on a green blade, lied the outline of the familiar warrior. His green, bubbly cloth flowed in the wind, a pair of stinging red eyes glaring at the survivor as he stepped forward. Any ounce of color was gone, replaced with that ominous green. His hair had been neatly tied in a bun, his stance defensive. The fusion had consumed Samurai Jack down to the last inch, transforming him into the monstrous form that stood before him.

Niles weakly stood up and pulled his blade from out of the ground, taking a step forward and glared back. The sick irony hit him, paining his already broken heart. His eyes twitched, his hand itching toward the trigger as he took a stance.

The clone also approached, standing firmly as the rain began to pour down on him. Each drop reacted with a stinging sizzle.

"When are you going to realize that it is pointless?" a bubbly, stinging mimicry of his voice began, the figure easing his glare. "How far must you go to recognize that you are beyond repair?"

The survivor took a deep breath, his heavy heart swaying with each word in his voice. "I don't know; even with the few of us left, I will keep fighting for those I love. You did too; I learned that from you."

"Yes, but I hid behind my responsibilities. I never spent time for myself, always for those around me, like you." Fusion Jack took a step left, not leaving him out of eyesight. "The fusion has already arrived; I know a way to ease your pain."

Niles took a step left, mirroring his movement. "What's that?"

Then, with one swift motion, the samurai gestured toward his chest as he took another step. "It is the honorable thing to do."

"No," he refuted as he stepped. "I'll never do that."

The two stood against one another, the vision of the ocean out to their left as the storm waged. The waves continued crashing on shore as they each respectively held their poses. The survivor's mud-stained sword rested on his shoulder, while Samurai Jack stood firmly in silence.

"I know you no longer care for yourself," he replied. "a dangerous position."

"I've got little left to lose."

With two quick strikes, their blades intertwined. The bright flash of steel against fusion sparked in the breeze as they clashed. Within seconds did the two trade two quick blows, parrying each other as they stepped back.

A worrying sweat fell down Niles' face as the rain washed it away, a sudden realizing making him believe this was the end.

"I sense your fear, iron warrior," Jack replied, taking a step forward, boasting his confidence. "you will die alone, like many of the others."

"At least Jack didn't!" Niles screamed, holding his gun up and immediately pressed the trigger. Shot after shot went firmly into Jack's chest as they pierced his bubbling torso. Each icy blast slowed him down as he moved forward, smacking his gun away after the fourth shot.

The man quickly swiped his blade up and clashed swords with the samurai again, parrying a near death strike and pushed him back. He was slowed, the bullets of the pistol icing over his body.

Despite being slowed, Fusion Jack's speed was immaculate. Both the two of them traded swing for swing, parrying and missing each other in a near close call several times on both their parts. The beach now was marked by their feet as they kept going, not breaking down for even a moment.

Niles was losing his breath, having put each of his strength into each swing but quickly subsided. Within only a few minutes of fighting did it begin to wear him out. Jack didn't break down, seemingly a wall of force. As he loosely held his blade up to defend himself, it had been smacked down and cut through the sand. His face turned red, his entire body drenched now in rain water as Jack slowly but confidently closed in on him.

"You have lost your strength, boy. You are powerless without that armor."

With another swipe did Niles get cast aside, falling forward into the sand and put his weight on the blade. He fell to his knees, coating his legs in wet sand as he looked up.

Meanwhile, several miles away, a S.C.A.M.P.E.R quickly zoomed by through the vicious storm. Blasting at near full speed in the sky, it left a carbon trail behind it as it moved. The rain pierced the windows of the vehicle, being wiped away violently by a pair of windshield wipers as two young agents dressed in armored suits flew the vehicle. A pair of golden goggles looked down at a tablet in front of it, armored in nearly all black. The comical symbol of a golden '2' was engraved on the chest, the outline of a young man hunched over. His black gloves tightened around the edges of the tablet, hearing the voice of the signal:

We fought hard, yet it wasn't enough.

A slightly higher-pitched voice spoke up from the figure as he turned to look at the pilots. "How much farther 'till we find the signal?"

One of the pilots looked back, adjusting her headset. "About three minutes!"

The man nodded, turning to face the screen. "C'mon Niles, please still be out there."

Niles crawled away on the beach, fighting to pull himself back up and raised his sword. He looked at his post, noticing his gun on the grass and Jack in front of him. He was running out of options and time. Something deep down told him he couldn't last that long, but maybe there was a chance of getting out of this. He breathed heavily, spitting off into the ocean as he shook. The mud on his blade had been washed away, replaced with a fresh green ooze.
Fusion Jack held his side and slowly charged forward, raising his katana in the air and struck down with unparalleled speed.

The smallest bit of burning blood sprayed the wet sand, a trail of red pouring down from Niles arm as he let out a shout in pain. "ACK!"

His adrenaline pushed him, trailing him back toward the radar as Jack moved behind him. "COWARD!"

Niles heard just how fast he was, catching up with him even though he had been slowed down by the shots. As he spun around, Jack's force had completely cut his slasher in half. The upper blade went flying into the air, soaring into the ocean while the grip still stayed on. He let out a yelp, quickly plunging the blade into Jack's chest and kicked him off. A sizzling roar of frustration came from the fusion as he collapsed into the sand.

There the pop gun sat at the edge of his feet, slightly sunken into the mud. Niles desperately clutched the grip and pulled it up, turning around to face Jack getting back up.

The fifth shot blasted loudly into Jack's shoulder.

The sixth blew up his thigh, causing him to fall to one knee. His katana kept him up as he lifted his head up.

Niles took a confident step forward and held the gun with both hands, steadying his shaky shot. He breathed heavily. "It only takes one shot, fusion. How dare you take over the man I once called friend."

Fusion Jack hissed with moistness as he gripped his thigh, looking deeply into the survivor's eyes. "You think that pitiful little thing would bring me down?" He stood back up, his hand holding his thigh as loose fusion splattered onto the ground.

Without a warning, Niles fired his last shot. His ranged accuracy met with Jack's sword, piercing in between the eyes of the fusion. Its head nearly exploded in an icy mist, completely crumbling as the figure stood still. An ounce of courage had swelled in him as he watched, anticipating what was to happen next.

Fusion Jack's head split in two sideways, his eyes nearly faded and his hair gone. His mouth flattened and stretched, although formed a wide smile as his main face had been blown open. "You are a brazen fool, iron warrior."

Just off in the distance, a small pair of bright white circular eyes emerged from the sky. Niles looked up, staring in disbelief at the anomaly in front of him as he took a step back. The faint outline of the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. came into view. He waved his hands up in the air, beginning to move around the wounded fusion.

The fusion turned to look up in the sky, its small eyes reforming as it witnessed the vehicle come into view. An even harder wind began to blow on the sand and trees as it became nearly a monsoon, lowering onto the beach.

The wide steel door on the side of the ship slid open, revealing the round figure with a bright orange bazooka hooked onto his fat shoulder. Numbuh Two smiled widely as he shouted through the storm, "The cavalry has arrived!"

Niles' cut arm gave up on him as he held it, fighting through the sand with Jack's quick pursuit. "Hoagie!"

The man bit his lower lip, placing the fusion within the crosshairs on his scope. "Gotcha."

A gust of smoke emerged from the weapon as a large missile launched from the barrel. It soared right past the survivor, hitting Jack square in the chest causing an immense burst of oil and flame to go off.

The fusion let out a violent scream as its body and items began to dissolve in a pile of bubbling goop, roaring in the storm.

Numbuh Two swiftly grabbed onto Niles' forearm and yanked him inside the vehicle, looking in his eyes through his goggles. "Good to see ya Niles! You still got the book with ya?"

The man withdrew the binder book, wet and somewhat covered in sand and nodded.

"Gosh, good thing we came here just in time! Pilots! Lets get outta here! Back to Sector V!" Numbuh Two shouted, grabbing onto the handle of the side door and quickly began to shut it.

The man weakly collapsed onto the seat Numbuh Two was in and rolled his head over, dropping his empty pop gun on the ground.

A worried look formed on his face as he watched Niles begin to fade, "Uh oh." Two quickly dropped his bazooka to the side and reached for a med-kit attached to the wall, rushing up to him and looked over at the pilots. "Keep her steady! I'm not losing another agent today!"

Niles weakly smiled as he put his bloody hand on Numbuh Two's shoulder, watching him quickly unravel the bandages and grab a syringe. "I-It's good to see you again, Hoagie."

Two started his sloppy but quick medical work, looking at all of the blood begin to pour out and held his breath. "It's good to see you too, Niles; stay with me buddy, we're gonna get ya somewhere safe!"

The man's grip quickly began to fade as he nodded, shutting his eyes and got comfortable on the seats as he slouched somewhat. His strength was gone, losing consciousness from the amount of blood that was lost.

Numbuh Two quickly did work on his arm, wrapping up the cuts and began applying pressure. He pressed his fingers against his wrist additionally, keeping up with his pulse as he started to grow worried. "Oh come on.."
He remained stable, bringing him some relief. His hands searched for more supplies and began scanning his body for any more injuries, pulling off his t-shirt. "Pilots, call Dexter! I need him on the line right now!"

One of the pilots gave a thumbs up, navigating the terminal in his seat and quickly connected.

A small panel from the screen switched into a projector, turning on a small blue area on the floor for a figure to appear. A few seconds of frantic medical work went by before the outline of a figure appeared.

A young man dressed in a white lab outfit with obnoxiously large circular glasses appeared, sitting up straight and adjusting his bouncy ginger hair. He had a pretentious look to him, leaning in and squinting at Hoagie doing his work.

"Hogarth? Vat is it?" his thick slavick accent echoed through the ship.

Numbuh Two looked back over at him and smiled awkwardly, "Uhh, hey Dexter! We've got some good news and bad news."

"Vat is it? Out vith it! I am on the cusp of something big here." he demanded, watching the situation unfold.
"We got the book!" Two replied back. "We're on our way back; I'm with agent Arachnid right now! We're gonna need some serious help for him!"

Dexter's eyes widened as he looked at him with surprise; his hands folded behind his back and gave a nod. "I see; bring the man to the medical bay and come see me with the book immediately. There is much work to do and very little time!"

Two gave an 'ok' sign with his hand, "On it, be there soon!"

As Dexter nodded, the hologram quickly shut off. The projector slid back into the wall, disappearing behind steel. Numbuh Two quickly turned around to look down at Niles and helped him onto the seats, placing a hand on his shoulder and looked at him.

"Rest easy, pal; we'll put an end to all of this soon."