"Seeing her squirm like that must have been cathartic!" Elmpam said to Malnar as they, their team, Peace, Lurazzi, and Remsu headed to the First Palace.
"You have no idea, Mama!" replied Malnar. "After so many failed interrogations during the Final War-!" Remsu's tail then hit her in the back of the head. "…Not nearly fuzzy enough for my tastes," snarked Malnar.
"So the walking meatloaf doesn't get to do that?" hissed Remsu.
"No, he's got enough hair on his tail."
"Bestiality at its finest." Remsu then looked at Elmpam. "Like Father, like daughter, I guess." That comment made Elmpam growl.
"Enough, y'all!" called Emily. "It looks like we're here." Even when overgrown, the First Palace was quite opulent. Peace then saw something atop a minaret. It was a sphere with her color!
"That's it!" she called.
"For you, yes!" replied Remsu. She broke the vines holding her hands together and the Lords popped out with Remsu's team at the front!
"As predicted, you blundered right into our trap," called Cyber-priestess Gi. "It was a simple matter for one of our number with the greatest grudge against members of your team to be your prisoner. …Although, you ARE early."
"You were supposed to be the bad cop, Malnar!" called Remsu.
"Oh, so your fear WAS genuine, huh?" chuckled Malnar.
"It matters not!" interjected Gi. "Now, we will be taking the Source for our organization and-!"
"You couldn't control Lacey's source when you were just a Cyber-leader in Crystal Tokyo," retorted Emily. "What hope do you have now?"
"See, the thing is, I'm not intending on using it. As you correctly guess, my use of the Source of Chaos led to Lacey perverting my instructions, but I won't let Peace do the same with hers."
"Cyber-priestess Gi, I'm giving you a final warning because I'm nice. Leave this universe. Let us take the Source." Gi smirked at Emily's warning.
"You have neither the handles nor the enlarged cranium to command me!" Emily rolled her eyes at Gi's refusal and turned to her team.
"I tried?" she asked them. "I really tried? You all heard me?"
"All of us," replied Elmpam.
"And she still refused," said Malnar.
"Then there's no choice," sighed Emily as she brought out her belt. All the Kamen Riders from all sides followed suit.
"HENSHIN!" they all shouted and the battle began as their armor appeared. As before, the Adrexians fought the Lords. As they fought, however, one Lord appeared to be attacking her own team, taking bits off of their prosthetics!
"HEY! HEY! THAT'S MY HEAD TUBE!" called one.
"GIMME MY CLAW BACK!" shouted another.
"MY LEG!" cried a third. Gi as Adaptus and Touché heard the confusion and looked to see the renegade Lord taking bits off her compatriots and making a device.
"Drone, explain yourself!" demanded Adaptus. "What's with the mix table?"
"It's not a mix table!" replied the Lord. "How many times do I have to tell everyone I'm not a DJ?!"
"WYLDSTYLE!" cheered Touché. Wyldstyle tossed Peace the strange device.
"That should get the Source off the minaret!" she said. "We'll keep my old buddies off your back!"
"…Is this opportunity I hear ringing?" said Peace. She then dashed off.
"STOP THAT HORSEMAN!" ordered Adaptus. Touché and her team intercepted the pursuing Lords and fought them, but a team of four-legged beasts, with the tell-tale signs of Borg assimilation, leapt over their heads, barking like dogs. They looked like larger wolves with their organic eyes blazing with malevolent intelligence.
"Wargs!" breathed Touché. "Assimilated Wargs!"
"Swiped straight from a place called Gundabad when Mordor was in power!" replied Wyldstyle.
"Gundabad, huh?" asked Touché. She then summoned her Machine Vortexer and pulled out an ID tag. "Override, you and the team keep the enemy busy. I'll draw the Warg Lords off Peace's tail!"
"Wyldstyle just got through saying that these are Gundabad Wargs!" protested Override. "They'll outrun you!"
"My Machine Vortexer can account for the prosthetics. And when it syncs up with the ID tag, it will add the speed of Rhosgobel rabbits!" Touché revealed that her ID tag had a picture of Radagast the Brown. "I'd like to see them try!"
Peace had quickly entered the First Palace and made her way to where the minaret stood. She heard the howling of the Warg Lords and looked back. "…Time to climb quickly!" she muttered as she found footholds in the minaret's exterior. Even in a dress as big as hers, Peace could climb quickly. The Warg Lords, sadly, saw the footholds.
"Go away, girls!" taunted Touché's voice as she arrived in Radagast steel atop her Machine Vortexer. "It's not bird-nesting time!" The Warg Lords snapped at her in their evil language and chased her.
"…She's put herself at risk for a stranger," Peace muttered to herself. "…Right, better use the Source when I get up there!" Peace began to climb faster. She made it to the top and attached Wyldstyle's device to the Source. The device burned the bonds holding the Source away and Peace caught it before it fell. "All right, time to end this!" The Source glowed and she thrust it into the air.
The battle raged on, no one knowing what Peace was doing. Override was doing what she could to keep Adaptus at bay. "I don't understand," said the Cyber Rider. "You are machine-life! Technological perfection! Yet you still embrace chaos!"
"What you call chaos, I call order!" replied Override.
"You're malfunctioning! I'll fix that!" Adaptus was about ready to key in the number code for her Rider Kick, then her attention was grabbed.
"DEATH HERALD KICK!" shouted Herald B as she sailed through the air and slammed her foot into Adaptus. Adaptus fell to the ground, her armor sparking before it vanished.
"You…you miserable runt!" snarled the Cyber-Priestess. "You undersized…HOBBIT!" She was about to leap at Herald B…when a great drowsiness seized her. The eyelid of her organic eye became heavy and her shoulders sagged. Her body toppled over with a heavy thud and she began snoring. She wasn't the first to be affected by the sleepiness. Override, Cosmo, Emily, Lurazzi, the Lords, Hana, they all fell asleep. All…but Peace. She had climbed down the minaret and looked across the once noisy battlefield.
"…That's the general battle taken care of," she said to herself. "Now…to deal with the enemy."