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Chapter 15- Once More, With Feeling Part 1

Earth-205

Dean and Sam were in the Impala, the former driving it forth as Sam was saying. "So, you pretended to get beat up by a kid, huh?"

"And you died…again!" Dean said with a groan. "Let's hope it doesn't continue to be a thing."

"Yeah", Sam said with a sigh, when suddenly a breach appeared inches from the front of their vehicle. "Dean!"

"Damn it!" Dean tried to steer away, but it was too late, as the Impala went through the breach, the two Winchester brothers inside it.

Then, they saw many figures.

First, they saw a large, muscular, red-skinned ape-like man with a tail, cloven hooves and an oversized right hand made of stone, while he'd circular stumps on his forehead resembling goggles, and he carried an oversized 22 mm four-round revolver.

Next, they saw a being wearing some kind of a suit, including a mask, that had yellow slits where the eyes were supposed to be, and there was a long cape flowing behind him.

Then, they saw a creature in a swamp, seeming to be made out of the green of the Earth, its eyes red.

Next up, they saw a person in olive green armor with a helmet that had a visor to look through, and in his hands, he had a M6D Pistol. He stood 7 feet tall.

After that, the two of them saw a yellow, blue and grey giant robot-like being.

Then, there was a man in blue overalls, red cap and a moustache. Along with him stood another man with similar facial features, but his cap was green.

After that, there was a hedgehog of all things with blue fur covering his body, and peach skin covering his arms, muzzle and torso.

And then, there was a man with facial and physical deformities, hair surrounding his head but not on the top, his jawline warped and elongated with improper cheekbones on one side. He seemed to have a wound on his face. There was something wrong with his left eye, and he carried a hatchet in his hand.

Then, they saw a pale man with bleach blonde hair, wearing a black leather duster, who seemed to be walking around.

That was the last thing they saw before the Impala landed on solid ground, and the two brothers gasped before panting, sharing a look of shock.

"What the…?" Dean trailed off.

"Yeah…" Sam nodded, as they looked around, seeing their Impala was near a graveyard.

"Of all the places in another world we could land in", Dean muttered with a groan.

They got out of the Impala, as Sam muttered. "So now we world-jumped as well, huh?" Then, they heard what sounded like singing. "Do you hear that?"

"Yeah, I hear that", Dean said, before they looked towards the graveyard, and saw Buffy there!

"Ah, its Buffy, phew!" Sam sighed in relief. "At least we fell into a friendly world."

"Umm, she is the one singing", Dean noted as they walked into the graveyard, closer to her.

She was fighting Vamps and other Demons, and singing at the same time.

As they watched, even the Vampires and Demons were doing some kind of dance, and when they walked closer, they could hear the singing more clearly.

"She is pretty well with fiends from hell. But lately even we could tell-"

Buffy flipped up, taking the sword out of the ground.

"That she's just going through the motions."

She grabbed the Vamp who'd punched her down and struck him with the sword.

"Faking it somehow."

She threw the first Vamp from whom she'd gotten the sword away, then stabbed the horned Demon through the stomach, before retracting it and walking off.

"She isn't even half the girl she…oooowwwww…"

He fell down dead.

Buffy walked to the tied up guy. "Will I stay this way forever?" She chopped off the ropes holding him. "Sleepwalk through my life's endeavor."

The handsome tied up guy turned to her- "How can I repay-"

She cut him off. "Whatever."

Buffy then walked off, throwing the sword to a side. "I don't want to beeeee-"

She walked onto a higher platform ringed by statues. "Going through the motions. Losing all my drive. I can't even see, if this is really me."

The Vamp she'd knocked down returned.

"And I just want to be", she staked him and raised her arms to either side. "Aliiiiiiiiiiveeee."

"What's that about?" Sam wondered. "Do people here sing and dance all the time? Is this a musical world?"

But now Dean, who'd caught the important bits of the song, seemed to be in a trance of his own, as he remembered Buffy's depression due to being resurrected, and how it had conflicted with his view where he was happy to be back, especially since he'd been in actual Hell.

He was going to make sure she could see the bright side in this too.

Suddenly, rock music started playing out of nowhere, making Sam look around in surprise, while Buffy turned around, her eyes widening on seeing Dean and Sam here.

As a Vamp walked towards them, Dean took out his gun and shot it while singing himself. "I'm at war with the world and they…try to pull me into the dark."

The Vamp staggered back as Dean looked up, while Buffy staked it.

"I struggle to find my faith. As I'm slippin' from your arms."

Buffy looked at Dean and twirled her stake, looking at him almost pleadingly. "It's getting harder to stay awake. And my strength is fading fast."

Then she looked up too. "Will you breathe into me at last?"

Sam was just looking between them in shock while Dean and Buffy then held hands and spun in a circle, Dean firing at arriving Demons while Buffy staked arriving Vamps, and Dean sang. "I'm awake, I'm alive! Now I know what I believe inside…Now it's my time. I'll do what I want, 'cause this is my life! Here!"

"Right here!"

"Right now!"

"Right now!" Buffy let Dean go and questioned him again. "Can I stand my ground and never back down?"

Dean touched his heart while looking at Sam. "I know what I believe inside. I'm awake and I'm alive."

Then Dean walked forth and continued to sing. "I'm at war with the world 'cause I…Ain't never gonna sell my soul."

Sam looked down now, remembering how he was drinking Demon blood, realizing these lyrics struck a chord with him.

Dean continued. "I've already made up my mind. No matter what, I can't be bought or sold."

Sam wondered if he could say the same about himself, while Buffy sang as she looked between Dean and the sky. "When my faith is getting weak, and I feel like giving in, can you breathe into me again?"

Dean shot another Demon down, as Sam struck one more and kicked him back, Dean shooting that one too while singing. "I'm awake, I'm alive. Now I know what I believe inside…Now it's my time. I'll do what I want, 'cause this is my life! Here!"

"Right here!" Buffy staked a Vamp.

"Right now!"

"Right now!" Buffy spun and kicked another Demon down, then stabbed it with the stake, simply killing it, and now Sam joined her as both sang. "Can I stand my ground and never back down?"

Dean whacked a Demon with the butt of his gun, staggering it back, before shooting it. "I know what I believe inside. I'm awake and I'm alive."

And then, the three walked forth together as Sam sang. "Waking up, waking up. Waking up, waking up. Waking up, waking up. Waking up, waking up."

Dean now looked up, then at Sam, looking between both. "In the dark, I can feel you in my sleep. In your arms, I feel you breathe into me", in a rare moment of affection, Dean gave Sam's head a loving pat. "Forever hold this heart that I will give to you." Then he looked back up. "Forever, I will live for you!"

After that, Dean seemed to play air guitar with his gun of all things, the sounds of the guitar riffing being heard all over, while Buffy staked another Vamp, and then Dean twirled his gun before holding it up. "I'm awake, I'm alive. Now I know what I believe inside…Now it's my time. I'll do what I want, 'cause this is my life!"

"Here!"

"Right here!" Both Sam and Buffy sang together now.

"Right now!"

"Right now!" Sam and Buffy both questioned. "Can I stand my ground and never back down?"

Dean looked at them firmly. "I know what I believe inside. I'm awake and I'm alive."

The three walked forth as one once more.

"Waking up, waking up. Waking up, waking up. Waking up, waking up. Waking up, waking up."

And then, the sound of music finally stopped, as the three looked between each other, coming to their senses.

"Dean? Sam?" Buffy questioned. "You guys are here?"

"….Yeah", Dean told her while looking around. "So, is your world a musical, Buffy?"

"No, I'm just as shocked as you guys are", Buffy had to say.

"So, the moment we come here, something is causing people to dance and sing, huh?" Sam realized.

"Now ain't that great?" Dean groaned.

"How did you two get here?" Buffy inquired.

"We were driving, then a portal opened in front of Baby, I couldn't steer away in time, and here we are", Dean explained to her.

"Baby?" Buffy questioned.

Before Dean could respond, Sam gestured to the Impala, as Buffy realized. "Oh!"

"So, something must be causing this, right?" Sam asked Buffy.

"That would be true", Buffy nodded. "You two can come with me, we'll find out together."

"Or, we can split up and find out", Dean said with a shrug.

"No offense, but you're new to this world", Buffy pointed out.

"We go to new towns to investigate supernatural occurrences all the time", Dean explained to her. "And this time is no different, except it's a new town in a different world."

"Right", Buffy realized they had a point. "Well, if you get anything, meet me and my friends at the Magic Box, it's a magic shop in the town, run by my Watcher."

"What's a Watcher?" Sam questioned.

"My mentor", Buffy clarified, then shared a look with Dean. "About what just happened during our song…."

"I know what I said last time, and I mean it, but I know it will take time", Dean assured Buffy, who gave him a nod. "Just keep that in mind."

Buffy looked at them again, then walked off. "Well then, see ya around guys."

Dean turned to Sam. "And what were you singing about?"

"Uhh…" Sam trailed off, not wanting to talk about the fact that he'd drunk Demon Blood. "Its just…how Uriel was on Halloween, I'm questioning things is all."

"I get it, Sammy, but we'll get through this", Dean assured him as they walked to the Impala, sitting back inside. "Let's go out for a night in town in another world!"

"Yeah", Sam muttered, as Dean started the car, and they drove away.

Earth-199999, Bowie, Arizona

Rambo rode his horse back to his ranch, when he saw a familiar face standing there, waiting for him. Seeing him, Rambo quickly kept his horse back in place gently, then got off, walking to the Navajo man and greeting him with a little bow, that the man returned.

"Chief Chayton", Rambo called him by name, not believing he was here, at his home, after all this time. He'd aged by a lot since they'd last met, but Rambo would recognize him anywhere.

"John", Chayton called him by name as well, grasping his shoulder and chuckling. "You've grown a lot, little one."

Rambo chuckled at that himself, and gestured to his door. "Come in, let's eat something."

"No", Chayton shook his head, to Rambo's surprise. "I would love to, but that is not what I'm here for."

Hearing his tone, Rambo knew something was wrong, and inquired. "What happened?"

"The people, they are disappearing!" Chayton said desperately, Rambo narrowing his eyes at that. "We found bodies…of them, and animals! The skin was gone, and the skulls and spines were ripped out."

Rambo looked down, clearly shocked by this information, as Chayton begged him. "Your mother was one of us. You were one of us. Please, we need your help, John."

Rambo looked back up, a slightly conflicted expression on his face, as he looked at Chief Chayton.

Universe-208, Umbara

The battle was in full swing. Clone troopers of the Republic fought with everything they had to secure their position against the Umbaran militia. The natural bioluminesnce of the planet was no longer the only source of light, now the area was engulfed in fire and smoke, bolts of blue and green energy racing back and forth between the combatants.

Blaster fire filled the air, explosions ringing in the ears of the Clones from the repeated bombardment by the electromagnetic plasma cannons. Casualties were rising on both sides, yet neither were giving an inch, despite the wavering resolve of the Clones.

An Umbaran fighter flew to the battleground, firing off two cannons that destroyed a walker and killed more troopers. Another Clone would have been crushed by the incoming walker, had a blur not tackled him out of the way.

That blur quickly hailed the man to his feet. "Stay strong, soldier! We're not out of this yet!" Captain Rogers encouraged the Clone before setting his eyes on the fighter. The pilot sat in a chair, protected by an energy shield none of their blasters could penetrate, while the wings were a triangular-loop shape. He'd never seen anything like it, but he'd never been on an alien planet before either.

It flew over their heads when another fighter swooped down and hovered over the ground. Steve witnessed the gun on the aircraft cut through the men with no one being able to stop it, not even a walker. Advanced alien ship or not, Rogers burst from his position, watching as the fighter swept away the soldiers and walker, when he jumped through one of its looped wings, with one hand grabbing a hold, and the other swinging his shield.

The Vibranium embedded into the exhaust vents, Captain America bashing the edge of his shield into the engine three more times before feeling the craft shutter, and leapt off, rolling back to his feet and watching smoke escape the fighter as it flew up, before exploding.

"Rogers! With us!" Any triumph was halted when he heard the call of Captain Rex. Steve held out his shield and blocked any blaster bolts heading his way, drawing his P14 to fire back as he joined Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, and Dogma providing covering fire as they made it to Kix' position, getting an injured trooper to cover. Holstering his pistol, Steve joined the medic and carried the Clone behind a tree, where others rested.

"You're going to be okay, buddy. This will ease the pain." Instead of watching Kix work, Steve could only focus on the rising piles of bodies surrounding them. Briefly as he did, Steve knew these men, and they were being slaughtered. It hurt more than a blaster bolt, or any Chitauri gun.

"Our position's compromised. We need to fall back", Steve told Rex as he joined the firing line, grabbing a discarded DC-15S in one hand, the shield covering the men next to him.

"We have to wait for the general's orders", Dogma said over the blaster fire.

"We wait any longer, then the rest of those fighters will be back, and we'll be overrun!" Steve shouted at him. There was more to being a soldier than orders, you needed to improvise, adapt, overcome. Dogma had failed to grasp that concept.

"He's right, Dogma!" Fives grunted in support of the super soldier.

Only a few feet away, hiding behind cover, Krell kicked away a dead Clone in his way as he held up a holoprojector, the image of General Kenobi coming to life. "The capital city is too fortified. We need your battalion to help us take it."

"Resistance from the Umbarans has been greater than anticipated. We're holding our ground at the moment", Krell informed the Negotiator.

He was heard by the leader of the Avengers, who held on to the fact that he himself had yet to participate in the actual battle. Not to mention, they were barely holding their position as it is.

"We've gathered intel on an airbase to the west. It is resupplying the capital's defences."

"TAKE COVER!" Was heard by the Jedi and Clones before electromagnetic plasma was met by Vibranium and exploded midair.

Krell barely seemed phased, even as Steve's shield was called back to his arm, and there was something off-putting by that casualness. It was put to the back of his mind as he continued firing with the Clones of Jango Fett, aside from Rex.

The captain joined the Jedi's side, Obi-Wan continuing. "If you could capture that airbase, it will sever the capital's supply lines, allowing the rest of our forces to move in."

"I'll see to it that the airbase is placed under our control", Krell promised.

"Remember, General Krell, the entire invasion depends on your battalion."

The transmission ended, and the Clone received his orders. "Captain Rex, have those coordinates mapped and all troops ready to move out immediately.

It was the one order Rex was happy to fulfil, they can finally get out of their current killzone. "Yes, General."

Earth-1, Star City, the lair

Eliot and Oliver were circling each other, sparring with swords.

As Oliver swung, Eliot backed and swung, Oliver dodging too as their blades clashed, ringing out, while they circled each other once more.

They clashed their swords a few more times, and Oliver swung at Eliot twice, though he dodged both times while Oliver got onto the other side.

Walking forth, Oliver struck again, but Eliot blocked, and as Oliver tried to slide forwards, Eliot pushed him back, and Oliver leapt up to avoid another swing, then struck again, but Eliot blocked once more.

They swung and clashed, before Oliver kicked Eliot back, making him roll away, but he got up quickly, then struck forth as Oliver blocked a few times, then struck forth, but Eliot grabbed the blade and quickly put his own to the side of Oliver's neck, both smirking now.

They lowered their swords as Oliver asked. "How much training did you have?"

"Training was good, but I've a lot of experience in….well, everything really", Eliot explained how he was so good to the point he could match Oliver even after his training by Ra's.

"You're a very good natural fighter", Oliver complimented as he kept the sword back, then picked up his bow and quivers, the two moving towards the computers.

All of a sudden, a breach opened right on their faces, and they slipped into it, seeing some images on the way.

First, they saw what looked like Batman, though the Bat symbol on his chest had a yellow background, and his utility belt was yellow too.

Then, they saw what looked like a young boy in a red and blue suit with the spider symbol on him.

Next up, there was a tall man with long hair and a beard, wearing a sleek, well-tailored suit, and carrying a Glock 34.

Then, they saw a man in all black, including a trench coat.

And after that, they were on a street somewhere, in the middle of the day.

They were both frozen, unmoving as they tried and failed to maintain the happy expressions that were originally on their faces. Eliot, his smile becoming strained, asked. "Oliver."

"Yeah?"

"Did we go through what I think we went through?"

"I have a bad feeling he just did."

"...please don't tell me we're on another Earth."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...well?!"

"You told me not to tell you!"

"Damn it!" Eliot muttered as they looked around and walked forth. "From one world to another now!"

"This is my first trip, any pointers?" Oliver inquired, when they saw something that really shocked them.

People were singing and dancing near a shop, one man singing about the mustard being taken off his shirt.

"….Are you seeing this?" Oliver asked Eliot.

"Yeah, still trying to believe though", Eliot muttered. "Is this a musical world?"

They walked past the singing and dancing people, looking at the name of the shop- 'Magic Box'.

Some singing could be heard from in there too, and curious, they opened the door, walking in to see a group consisting of an aged man, and some barely adult people- a blonde woman, a red-haired woman, a brown-haired woman, a woman with short curly hair, and a brunette man.

The one with the curly hair was singing some kind of rock song while playing air guitar and shaking her hips, and then she ended it lamely on seeing the new people and the rest staring at her.

"Or maybe midgets…"

Eliot's eyes widened as he remembered he'd met this woman's doppelganger too, she was running the little 'Black Widow' scam on rich bachelors.

As they watched, the red-haired woman quickly sat down beside the aged man and opened a book. "I've got a theory we should work this fast."

They sang together. "Because it clearly could get serious before it's passed."

The aged man started walking up the stairs when the blonde woman sang behind him. "I've got a theory", he turned around as she sang, "it doesn't matteeeeeer."

She looked at them all and sang. "What can't we face if we're together? What's in this place that we can't weather. Apocalypse? We've all been there. The same old trips, why should we care?"

As the entire group sang together, Eliot and Oliver found themselves joining too. "What can't we do if we get in it?"

The blonde woman turned to the aged man who joined in too. "We'll work it through within a minute. We have to try, we'll pay the price. It's do or die."

She then sang. "Hey I've died twice."

Eliot and Oliver shared a look, the latter thinking of Sara, as the group stood up. "What can't we face if we're together?"

The aged man smiled, still looking reluctant. "What can't we face?"

The rest sang together. "What's in this place that we can't weather?"

The aged man added. "If we're together."

And then all of them sang together. "There's nothing we can't face."

The curly-haired woman then sat down, singing the last line.

"Except for bunnies."

And then, they looked at the two newcomers, as the blonde asked. "Now who are you two?"

"Uhh…." Eliot muttered. "I think we're lost, and now everyone is singing and dancing."

"Lost how?" The red-haired one inquired.

"Would you believe us if we told you?" Oliver asked her.

"I mean, you did see us doing a musical, right?" The brown-haired woman pointed out.

"She has a point", Eliot told Oliver.

"You know what? Let's check", the red-haired woman said as she took out a device, then held it out at the two of them while activating it, and it beeped loudly. "So you two are from other worlds."

"This device can tell that?" Oliver asked in surprise.

"Yeah, me and a friend of mine had a world hopping experience a while ago, the two guys we met there had something like this, so we made it too", the blonde woman explained. "I'm guessing you two know about the other worlds stuff too."

"More than I'd like", Eliot said with a groan. "And what's this about everyone singing and dancing?"

"Something's up with the town, people are singing and dancing randomly", the brunette man told them.

"Must be bunnies", the curly-hair woman muttered.

"Whatever it is", the aged man walked to them. "Let us make introductions. I'm Rupert Giles."

"Eliot Spencer", Eliot gave his introduction, then looked to Oliver, who looked a bit reluctant. "This is a different world and you're not in your suit anyways."

Oliver nodded, realizing Eliot had a point. "My name is Oliver Queen."

"Willow Rosenberg", the red-haired one introduced herself.

"And I'm Tara Maclay", the brown-haired one added, sharing a look with Willow. "We're Witches."

"So you can do magic", Oliver realized, thinking of Constantine in that moment.

"Name's Xander Harris", Xander gave his own introduction.

"You look like someone we know", Eliot noted to Xander, sharing a look with Oliver, as they remember Cray's assistant.

"Really? Cool."

"Anya Jenkins", Anya gave her introduction. "And I run this shop."

Then the blonde finally introduced herself. "I am Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer."

Oliver and Eliot shared a weird look at the name, then shrugged, as Eliot asked. "You kill Vampires then?"

"Vampires, and other Demons, because I'm chosen to do it", Buffy said with a sigh.

"Right", Eliot muttered, Oliver thinking about just how many supernatural things were real in different parts of the Multiverse, like Vampires here.

'I wonder what else is real', he though to himself.

Oliver then asked. "So, do you know of any way we could get back to our world?"

"Not really, last time, a breach randomly opened to bring us back", Buffy explained. "Sorry."

"Its fine", Eliot assured her.

"Now, the friends we'd met in that other world ended up here too, they're going around this town, trying to find who is behind this singing and dancing", Buffy explained

"I guess while we're here, we'll have to do that as well", Oliver told Eliot, who gave a nod.

"In case you're wondering, it's the whole town", Eliot added to the Scoobies. "Some guy was singing about the mustard on his shirt being washed off."

"Oh my God! People are singing about that and not money?" Anya wondered randomly.

Then the door opened, and a young teenage girl walked in, smiling. "Oh my god. You will never believe what happened at school today."

Buffy asked. "Everybody started singing and dancing?"

The girl looked disappointed. "I gave birth to a pterodactyl."

Anya asked. "Oh my god, did it sing?"

The girl suddenly saw Oliver and Eliot, and gasped. "Whoa! Sorry, you two scared me."

"There's no need to be scared", Eliot assured the girl, his 'friend to all kids' side suddenly coming into play.

"Guys, this is my younger sister, Dawn", Buffy introduced her. "Dawn, these two are visitors from other worlds- Eliot Spencer, and Oliver Queen."

"Oh my God!" Dawn looked excited now. "You two are from other worlds? Because that's really cool."

"Doesn't feel cool", Oliver muttered.

"So, you guys were singing too, huh?" Dawn then asked the Scoobies.

"What did you sing about?" Xander inquired.

"Math", Dawn said with a sigh as she sat down, putting down her backpack. She then looked at the counter, seeing a necklace lying there, which Eliot noticed too.

Willow whispered in Tara's ear and she loudly said. "Tha-That's right! The, the volume. The text."

Giles asked. "What text?"

Willow said. "The volume-y text. You know? The, the", she mumbled, "report."

Xander was confused. "The what now?"

Tara clarified. "Oh, there's just a few volumes back at the house that deal with mystical chants, bacchanals."

Eliot and Oliver shared a look, figuring out what they were really up to.

Tara said. "It might be relevant."

Willow added. "Yeah, we could, um-"

Giles said. "Well, I'm a hair's breadth from investigating bunnies at the moment, so I'm open to anything."

"I think you two should go and research whatever you want", Eliot told the two of them.

Willow said. "Great, we'll, uh, go check it out and uh, we'll give you a call."

"Yeah, this could blow the whole thing wide open", Tara said as they both got up and left together.

"You know", Oliver started. "We can try to find out the cause behind this too while we're here."

"Yeah, we're gonna go out and look, if we see anything, we'll let you all know", Eliot agreed, before looking at Buffy. "And before we go, what's the name of the two guys from the other world looking into this?"

"Oh! They're called Dean and Sam Winchester, they're brothers", Buffy said, and the two nodded before walking out.

Later

Willow and Tara walked through a park. It was sunny and beautiful with green grass, blue sky, etc. as Tara asked. "Do we have any books at all at home?"

Willow replied to her. "Well, who wants to be cooped up on a day like this? The sun is shining, there's songs going on..."

A couple of young men walked by and looked at Willow and Tara as they passed as Willow finished. "...those guys are checking you out."

"What?" Tara turned to look. "Wh-What are they looking at?"

Willow said the obvious. "The hotness of you, doofus."

"Those boys really thought I was hot?" Tara looked back at them again.

"Entirely."

"Oh my god. I'm cured! I want the boys!" Tara joked and made like she was going to run after the guys as Willow grabbed her and pulled her back. Tara giggled happily.

Willow joked. "Do I have to fight to keep you? 'Cause I'm not large with the butch."

They stood underneath a tree, leaning on a wooden railing as Tara honestly said. "I'm just ... not used to that. They-they were really looking at me?"

Willow fondly assured her. "And you can't imagine what they see in you."

"I know exactly what they see in me", Tara said as she looked into Willow's eyes. "You."

She then burst into song.

"I lived my life in shadow. Never the sun on my face. It didn't seem so sad, though. I figured that was my place."

Willow watched with a sad smile, thinking about the abuse Tara had suffered at the hands of her father and brother before coming to Sunnydale. To her.

Tara then walked out from the shade, lifting her face into the sun. "Now I'm bathed in light." She looked at Willow with a confident and happy smile. "Something just isn't right."

She then spun and leaned on the railing as Willow's smile now turned happy.

"I'm under your spell. How else could it be, anyone would notice me?"

"It's magic, I can tell", Willow and Tara were then on the bridge over a little stream. "How you set me free. Brought me out so easily."

Tara then took Willow's hand and they walked off the bridge onto a path, holding hands as Tara continued. "I saw a world enchanted. Spirits and charms in the air." She made a gesture with her arm and sparkles appeared, following her hand with a tinkling noise.

"I always took for granted. I was the only one there."

Willow made some even more impressive sparkles with her hand, ending in a small shower of sparks surrounding them both. They smiled at each other.

"But your power shone. Brighter than any I've known."

Tara spun away to a small pond at the edge of the grass as Willow smiled. Tara then began to dance, doing gestures with her arms and spinning.

"I'm under your spell. Nothing I can do. You just took my soul with you."

Two women who were sunbathing then got up and started dancing behind Tara, copying her moves as they spun their arms.

"You worked your charm so well. Finally, I knew. Everything I dreamed was true."

She held out her arms with a smile as Willow came to her.

"You make me belieeeeeeeve!"

They spun, holding each other by the arms while the sunbathers sang in the background. "Aaaaah, aaaaaaah!"

Willow and Tara were then in their bedroom, looking at each other lovingly as the 'aaah, aaaah' in the background continued.

"The moon to the tide. I can feel you inside."

Tara lay down on the bed. "I'm under your spell. Surging like the sea." Willow leaned over her with a smile.

"Pulled to you so helplessly. I break with every swell."

Willow moved downwards, removing Tara's panties as she started pleasing her with her mouth, and Tara felt the pleasure course through her body.

"Lost in ecstasy. Spread beneath my willow tree. You make me belieeeeeve!"

Tara's body then slowly rose and hovered over the bed as Willow continued what she was doing, making her sing in pure bliss.

"You make me com-plete. You make me com-plete. You make me com-plete. You make me-"

Universe-208, Umbara

When the 501st legion finally laid eyes on the airbase, it was much closer than they ever were to the capital city, allowing them to see the lone tower's similar structure and radiating the same kind of light aura. Clones and volunteer made the trek down the steep slope into the gorge as Captain Rex waited for the men to gather, the ARC Trooper and his fellow captain on either side of him. When the troopers and walkers were assembled, Rex informed them of the orders. Much like before, he was heavily against them, but he had little choice in the matter. No matter how hard he tried, there was no changing the Besalisk General's mind or his strategies. He was thankful that Steve was not present, otherwise what happened after the ambush would happen again.

Morale was low, they only fought on because it was their duty. Krell knew or didn't care. If Steve interfered again, it'd only be harder for Rex to protect him against a temperamental leader like Krell. Without a Jedi fighting with them, they needed Captain Steve Rogers.

Now, it was time for the brothers, aside from Fives, to learn of their orders.

"All right, listen up. We'll assemble the squads into two divisions. We'll move straight up this gorge towards the airbase at the far side." Now, he had to deal with the fallback.

"The casualties are going to be high", Kix spoke out first, which did not surprise Rex in the slightest.

"Is Krell trying to get us killed?" Tup surprised Rex, but that's how deep the mistrust was blooming. The Captain couldn't say the shiny was wrong, but Krell had a point, they were running out of time.

Jesse, one of the most experienced in the 501st picked it up. "You know, I wasn't sure that Krell was crazy before, but now, I'm positive."

Movement to Rex' right had him look and found Fives speaking next. This was not good. "We had to retreat from the capital because the general pushed a flawed strategy. Now this?" Rex met his brother's eyes, and he saw the anger. He understood it too well.

"I don't know. Could be fun." Hardcase, of course, lived for the fight, not that it eased any worries.

"Well, I for one agree with the general's plan." Dogma, the only Clone to agree with Krell. For all the wrong reasons. "We're running out of time, and this is the best option."

"No recon? No air support? We don't know what we're up against. They have weapons we've never seen before."

There was no dispute with Jesse's words, but they'd dealt with tough situations before, Rex knew, he was usually in the thick of it. "A few of General Skywalker's plans seemed reckless too, but they worked."

"Yeah, but General Skywalker is usually leading his men up in the front, not bringing up the rear like General Krell." Rex frowned at Fives. He was only making it worse. "A full-forward assault would leave us too exposed."

"What do you say, Steve?" Kix asked, and Rex's eyes, along with that of half the 501st, turned to the one man who tried to remain silent.

With his arms crossed and head down, Steve did his best to stay out of the conversation. He had so many things he wanted to say to Krell, but doing so would only put Rex in the firing line, and if not him, it could backfire for the rest of the men. So, Steve held his tongue for the sake of morale and helping his fellow captain. However, his head snapped up and found the eyes and visors of the legion focused on him. The super soldier found Rex pleading with him silently, while the rest were eager to hear his input.

Sighing, Steve unfolded his arms and walked forward, standing tall as he could. "On my world, in my country's army, we had a motto: "This we'll defend." It would refer to protecting our home against those who would seek it harm. For more than two hundred years, that motto remained, and the message stayed true. However," Steve looked into the eyes and visors of every Clone would meet his gaze, "I always had a different interpretation. I would defend each and every man I fight with, as they would for me. The odds are against us, there is no denying that. The strategy is flawed, no denying that either. What I will not deny is that the lives of others, your brothers, depend on us." That sent a wave of muttering through the ranks. Rex and Fives were watching him closely, Steve noted as he continued. "Elsewhere, the other battalions are fighting the same fight, they need us. Time is not on our side, but we don't need it. As long as each of us stand together, there's little we can't do. We lost a lot of men, but today we have a chance to bring this fight to an end. Defend your brothers, look out for each other, and remember," Steve looked out across the crowd of men and vowed, "I'll have your back, and you have mine."

Turning his head, he found Rex smiling at him gratefully, Fives was sterner, but he nodded approvingly. The captain beckoned Steve and Fives over, and the trio walked a distance away from the rest of the legion.

Jesse turned to Dogma while rest of the men talked amongst each other. "Now THAT is leadership."

"Good speech. For a moment, I forgot who was in command", Fives acknowledged when they came to a halt, clapping the volunteer's shoulder.

"I appreciate what you did, Steve. We needed it." Rex thanked him, relaxing ever slightly.

However, Steve shook his head. "The men need hope, and all Krell is giving them is an early grave. I just wanted to ease their worries, however I can."

"That's why I called you both here. It would help if you eased their minds", Rex said, particularly to Fives.

"Oh, you mean coax them into following another one of Krell's suicide missions? We lost a lot of men last time." Fives withheld the loss he felt from the battle. He's lost enough brothers where the pain was numb and he could fight on.

It doesn't mean he doesn't still feel the grief.

Rex pointed at the ARC Trooper. "Krell may do things differently, but he is effective in getting them done. He's a recognized war hero."

"At the cost of how many lives?" Steve did not want to go against Rex, but it needed to be said.

"More troopers have been killed under his command than anyone else", Fives told them both, and it confirmed what Steve feared. Krell IS a butcher. If this campaign was any indication, the general did not even have the courage to lead those men himself. It made Steve clench his fists at the thought.

A sigh of resignation escaped the veteran of the 501st. "That's the price of war, Fives. We're soldiers. We have a duty to follow orders and if we must, lay down our lives for victory."

It pained Steve to see Rex admit this. The grooming he and the rest of the Clones went through, it truly took away their freedom to choose any life but this.

Rex tried to leave, but Fives grabbed his arm. "Do you believe that? Or is that what you were engineered to think?"

"I honor my code. That's what I believe."

"You're not a machine, Rex. You have a choice." Steve tried to reach the captain, but he only glanced over his shoulder.

"I made it." He was gone, and Steve could only close his eyes and exhale. Rex and how many more accepted their fates? No matter how hard Steve tried, he could not escape that feeling of despair at hearing it.

Steve and Fives remained that way for a few moments, before the Clone's hand grasped the Avenger's shoulder, bringing his attention to the armored soldier. "Thank you, for trying."

"There's more to being a soldier than following orders."

Fives grunted in agreement. "On Kamino, we're told "good soldiers follow orders". It stuck with some of us more than others."

Steve felt the need to defend Rex. "He's torn between loyalty to the chain of command and the men. It's not easy for him when he's the one having to enforce the orders."

A sigh escaped the trooper. The other soldier was right. "Suppose you're right." Fives wanted to shift away from the topic and found a way when his eyes found the piece on Steve's waist. "How many rounds you got left in that thing?"

"A mag, at most." The last thing Steve prepared for was to fight a giant ape-monster with an ice man and metal man before being transported to another planet during an intergalactic war. If he did, he would have packed more ammo.

"Here." Reaching down to his holster on his left, disconnecting from his armor, Fives offered it to the captain. "You'll need this."

Steve tried to wave him off. "No, I can't-"

"It's a DC-17, the best friend you can have in a firefight. Besides, I have a spare." Fives kept holding out the blaster.

One part of Steve did not wish to take one of Fives' weapons when he may need it, but the practical part of Steve's brain told him that he needed a sidearm that won't run out of ammo in the next battle. The blaster had a better firing capacity, range, and had ammo available among the legion. No one used "slugthrowers" on the planet, he learned.

With hesitation, Steve took the holstered weapon and nodded at the ARC Trooper. "Thank you, Fives."

"Don't mention it." The Clone shrugged before taking out a pouch like the one he and Rex wore across their chest plates. "Gas cannisters, you'll need them." Steve smiled and took the ammunition for the blaster pistols too. Fives returned the smile as they walked back to the rest of the men. "Think of it as us having your back, like you have ours."

Earth-92, Sunnydale, Night time

The Impala sped through the streets of Sunnydale, Sam and Dean in the front seats. The night was filled with tension as they searched for the reason behind the musical mayhem, as well as any monsters that were causing trouble.

Suddenly, a guitar song started playing out of nowhere as Sam started singing. "On the road, beneath the moon's pale light, we hunt the creatures of the night. From the very start, our journey was grim, Saving people, hunting things – that's our Winchester hymn."

Dean gripped the steering wheel as they spotted a group of Demons lurking on a street corner. He revved the engine, and Sam prepared his weapon.

The two sang together. "We're the hunters, the brothers, Fighting evil like no others. From Azazel's flames to Lucifer's cage, Our lives are filled with rage."

Sam fires his gun at the approaching demons, taking out a couple, while Dean mowed down others with the Impala, making sure they ended up beneath it, and did not touch the hood of the car or anything else.

As the Demons were taken out, Dean sang. "Dad taught us well, raised us right, to face the darkness, to stand and fight. Yellow eyes and demons in disguise, we've seen it all, heard the victims' cries."

They continued to drive, scanning the streets for any sign of trouble.

The two sang together once more. "We're the hunters, the brothers, fighting evil like no others. From haunted houses to haunted hearts, We'll tear those demons apart."

The Impala screeched to a halt as a small group of vampires blocked the road. Sam and Dean jumped out of the car, weapons ready.

Sam sang. "From the Woman in White to the Croatoan virus, we've faced it all, can't deny us. Through Heaven and Hell, we've been through it all, with our backs against the wall."

During the song, Sam staked one Vampire, then got punched by another, only for Dean to stake it, before the two punched a Vamp back together, then saw another charge, as they staked one each.

And during that time, they sang together. "We're the hunters, the brothers, Fighting evil like no others. From Crossroad deals to Angel's grace, we'll never slow the pace."

With the vampires defeated, Sam and Dean returned to the Impala and continued driving.

Dean was singing again. "In every town and every fight, we'll keep on hunting through the night. Though the weight of the world's on our shoulders, we'll keep fighting, as hunters and brothers."

They drove off into the night, the roar of the Impala's engine fading as they continued their hunt.

Both sang together once more. "We're the hunters, the brothers, Fighting evil like no others. From demon deals to breaking the seal, This is the life that's real."

As they drove into the distance, the song faded away, the two sharing a look, when suddenly they saw a small group of people dancing so fast they were burning right in front of them.

"What the…?" Dean stopped the vehicle as they got out, running to the people, while in another direction, Oliver and Eliot saw the sight too, and ran towards them, only for the people to burst into flames and combust until they were gone.

"Whoa!" Sam said in surprise, before they looked at each other, and Dean and Sam seemed to recognize them.

"Lee?" Dean asked Eliot in shock. "Been a while man."

"Who is Lee?" Eliot asked in confusion, making Dean confused too.

"Your name's not Lee?" Dean inquired.

"No, I'm Eliot Spencer", Eliot said with a shrug. "Guess I've a doppelganger as well."

"What are you doing here, Oliver?" Sam asked Oliver.

"You know me?" Oliver was surprised. "Because I don't know either of you."

"That's weird", Dean had to say.

"Maybe there's a you on their world", Eliot shrugged to Oliver, before looking at Sam and Dean. "Are you Sam and Dean?"

"How did you know?" Sam inquired.

"Buffy told us about you", Oliver revealed. "Like you, we're from other worlds, and got stranded here ourselves."

"Right", Dean muttered, then looked at Eliot. "There's a guy who looks like you on my Earth. He is called Lee, one of the best hunters I've seen." He looked at the bow and arrow in Oliver's hands. "Your doppelganger is a hunter too, and has a specialty for bow and arrows. Teamed up with him once. He was good."

Oliver nodded, then looked at the burnt-up people. "It looks like the dancing caused this."

"Meaning this is not gonna be the happy kind of musical", Sam sighed. "We'll have to find the one behind this quickly. And stop any more people from burning to death too."

"That's correct, let's see if there are any others nearby and stop them", Eliot added, the others agreeing.

Earth-199999, Navajo Nation

Rambo moved through the forests, his bow and arrow in hand, and his other weapons on his person as well. He'd agreed to return and hunt whatever creature was doing this pretty quickly.

As Chayton had said, his mother used to be one of them. And even he was part of them because of that. Not to mention, they'd raised him as much as his parents had.

They were the ones who'd taught him how to use the bow and arrow, a weapon that he continued to use even until today.

He owed this to them, including those who'd gone missing and died.

While tracking the creature, Rambo had found some big tracks as well, though he could tell that some of them belonged to a grizzly bear pretty much.

Rambo did not think a grizzly bear of all things would do stuff like this, but he needed to cover all his bases anyways.

Soon enough, he stepped out of the woods, looking down from a low cliff at the stream below. The tracks were visible in the wet dirt by the bank.

Rambo looked up ahead, seeing a grizzly bear moving towards a Beaver Dam. He looked at the grass at the stream's side, and so far, the wind was bending it back towards him.

He kept his eyes on the target, seeing the bear near the Beaver Dam, sniffing it.

Rambo simply watched the bear for now. He did not believe it could be what he was hunting, but he decided to watch it, in case he was wrong.

Then, to his shock, the wind shifted, and the bear sniffed, before seeing him. Roaring, it began to charge him, heading up the steep incline towards him.

Rambo quickly backed off, nocking an arrow as he aimed at the bear while continuing to fall back. He then slid down the slope at the other end, getting down, as the bear came after him again, and he fired.

His aim was true, but the arrow didn't do anything to the bear, so Rambo sprinted down the stream, reaching the Beaver Dam and diving under and in.

Pulling himself farther in, Rambo turned around on his back, seeing the tangled nest of heavy branches that formed the dam. The grizzly snorted and sniffed, then its paw tore at the dam.

Knowing what he had to do, Rambo took out another arrow, before taking out a small vial, dipping the arrow in something, as the bear continued to create a huge gap with its paw, its jaw snapping open.

Then, it stepped back, as the surprised Rambo peered out, the bear now snarling and circling, facing off against someone, but who? The beast went up on its hind legs and roared.

As Rambo struggled to gain vantage, the huge bear crashed backwards into the water, then leapt back up to its feet - swiping at the air. Glowing GREEN BLOOD MARKS appeared - floating where the bear's claws scratched the invisible creature's skin.

The creature, still cloaked, crashes down into the stream. The bear moved around it - blocking Rambo's view. Then suddenly the huge bear backed up. It moves closer and closer to Rambo, who retreats back from the hole in the dam while holding up his tranquilizer arrow. The bear crashed backwards down onto the dam, smashing the structure apart.

The huge animal was still.

Dead.

Rambo stared into its lifeless jaws. Then suddenly, the bear's body rose. The enormous animal floated, suspended in the air above the shattered dam. Rambo watches as the bear's blood ran down, revealing what was holding up its carcass- an invisible creature, seemingly cloaked by something, its outline made visible by the bear's blood.

Rambo stared for a bit, realizing he was outmatched right now, so he turned and scrambled through the wrecked dam, fleeing. He submerged into the stream - popping up outside of the dam, and paddled downstream.

Swimming hard, Rambo moved away from the dam. He ended up into a river, where the water was moving very quickly, and knowing these waters, he let himself be swept along, until reaching a spot where the water was more mellow.

His head popped up above the waterline. He inhaled deeply, swimming towards the bank.

Eventually, he stepped out, back into the woods, and walked head stealthily. The light that filtered through the tree tops was dappled and diffused.

Whatever this creature was, it was responsible for the massacres, and it was stronger than a grizzly bear. Plus, it had something that cloaked it and made it invisible.

Meaning Rambo needed a lot of planning before he could take this creature on. Like the previous creature, he needed tricks and traps.

He just hoped this creature proved a little less difficult than the other one. If it was not, well, he'd have to take on it either way.

As he looked around, he saw some flowers with orange petals, and a rare smile crossed his face, remembering a time his mother had shown him these 'tutsia' flowers.

Universe-208, Umbara

"Just let me take a look at it."

"No, it's fine. Save it for the men who actually need it." Steve again waved off Kix from checking his shoulder. Blaster bolts hurt like hell, he learned, but so did bullets, and blasts from Chitauri guns. The pain faded away sometime ago, and Steve believed it was beginning to heal.

Regardless of his assurances, Kix was determined. "And what if you need it?"

Steve was grateful for the concern but couldn't help but smirk. "Super soldier, remember? I heal fast."

"Try not to sound so smug about it", Jesse said on his other side as they continued to march. To say they were happy to get away from the road to the capital was an understatement. Still, the air was heavy with the failure they had endured because of the flawed strategy of Krell's.

They lost a lot of men, so many that it took him back to the beach at Normandy.

That reminded him.

Steve's face lost its humor and he turned to the medic. "Ringo, Greer, did they pull through?" The two Clones he carried out of the ambush on the road.

Kix was silent. Steve assumed the worst until he finally spoke. "Greer survived, thanks to you, but Ringo was already gone." He tried to hope, but it just shattered. A new pain swelled in Steve, making him closes his eyes in grief. "A lot more would have been killed if not for you." Kix tried to comfort the man, and it was true. Without Steve and his shield, his fighting ability and stunning efficiency with a blaster, they would have been taken by surprise by the Umbarans' mines and been overwhelmed, more brothers would join Ringo.

"You saved our necks. Don't beat yourself up about it", Jesse encouraged him.

"I just wish I could've done more", Steve grieved. It was not the first time he felt this way, and while he accepted that he could not save everyone, Bucky's fall flashing in his mind before being replaced by the Winter Soldier, it did not make it any less painful.

"You did more than we could have asked, Steve." Fives' voice was heard before they turned their heads to see him coming.

"Steve? What happened to shiny?"

"What I saw back there, you are definitely no shiny." The praise was flattering, and Steve was humbled. Fives turned his visor forward, where the Besalisk walked with Rex near him. "But if there was anyone that could have done more, it would be our "great General"."

"Agreed", Jesse almost growled out, Kix didn't speak, but he was of the same mind. Steve, looking at the back of the four-armed alien while memories of Anakin's blue blade deflecting blaster bolts alongside his men came to mind, sided with the Clones.

"You know, when you pushed me out of the way, I thought you were actually going to fight Krell", Fives recalled, it made the two other Clones and those eavesdropping look at the non-Clone, and were surprised by the stoicism on his face.

"I nearly did."

Earth-21

Superman was flying in the air, having saved two people from drowning a few seconds ago. The recent meeting with Batman aka Bruce Wayne was still in his mind.

The man was dark, grim and violent, but his heart was in the right place, and he'd saved his life as well, in spite of their rough start. And there was also his sidekick Nightwing.

He was glad to have more allies to depend upon now.

That moment, a breach suddenly opened on his face and he ended up flying through it, seeing a few images.

First thing he saw was a being on a flying creature that looked like a Dragon. The being had a crown, but it did not rest on any head, and that was really creepy.

Next up, he saw a person in a blue skintight bodysuit.

After that, there was a young boy in brown robes, having a blue arrow symbol on his bald forehead.

Then, there was a handsome man in a blue suit with yellow pads and belt and a cape that resembled his own suit, though there was no 'S' symbol, and the smile this man was giving, Clark just felt something off from it, as if it was fake, for show.

After that, there was another man in a white and red suit with white boots and a red cape that also made the suit resemble his own, and he had a moustache as well. But like the previous guy, Clark felt something off from this one as well.

Then, there was another man in a white and grey suit resembling his own, with a black belt, and a 'M' symbol on the middle, and a cape, which also made the suit resemble his. Unlike the previous two, Clark did not feel anything off from this one.

After that, there was a Demonic being with long hair, having strange markings on his face, as well as a long scar from the top right of his forehead to his left cheek.

That was the last thing Clark saw before he found himself hovering in the sky during the night, and looked at people walking on the streets.

"Not again", Clark groaned, though he did not feel anything funny with his body, and realized he wasn't having any cellular deterioration this time, which was a relief.

Then, as he looked down, he saw people singing and dancing in a frenzy, and he could see they were burning up, but not stopping, which was strange, but Clark figured they were under the influence of something.

He knew he had to save them, and flew towards them, while feeling whatever it was affect him too, as the crowd sang.

"I'm just a step away, I'm just a breath away,

Losing my faith today.

Falling off the edge today."

People in the crowd danced wildly, their movements growing more desperate as they sang.

"I'm just a man. Not superhuman, I'm not superhuman. Somebody save me from this fate."

As Clark came nearby, they continued. "Its just another war, just another body torn. Just a step from the edge, just another day in this town we live."

Then Clark sang. "Here's a hero to save you now, you've a hero to save you now."

Clark quickly used his super speed to snatch people from the brink of exhaustion, gently setting them down to safety while stopping them.

The crowd was singing. "I need a hero to save my life, a hero has saved us just in time."

Clark continued to rescue the dancing crowd, his super strength and super speed ensuring their safety.

Clark was singing as well. "Here's a hero to save you now, you've a hero to save you now. Here's a hero to save your life, a hero will save you just in time!"

As the crowd's song intensified alongside the background guitar music, Clark's determination to save them grew.

"Who's gonna fight for what's right?

Who's gonna help us survive?

We're in the dance of our lives.

And we're not ready to die."

Clark gently grabbed some of the people, his strength stopping them from carrying on.

And then he sang as well. "Here's a hero to save you now, you've a hero to save you now."

The crowd gradually stopped dancing and started to regain their composure, coming to their senses due to Clark.

Looking at Clark gratefully, they held out their hands while he hovered a little above them in the sky, the music turning more hopeful.

"Somebody save me, let your warm hands break right through,

Somebody save me, I don't care how you do it, just stay, stay. C'mon, I've been waiting for you."

And as they continued, Clark used his super strength and super speed, saving the remaining people as well just as Oliver, Eliot, Dean and Sam arrived, and looked at Superman in awe, due to what he'd done, and just how power and hope seemed to emanate from him.

"Whoa! Superman is real!" Dean said, making Clark turn to the four of them, while the people walked off, still in awe of Superman, and then he looked at Sam. "You know what this means, Sammy?"

"What?" Sam asked.

"There's a world where I'm Batman!" Dean cheered happily, Oliver realizing Batman and this Superman both existed as fictional characters in Dean's and Sam's worlds.

"Who are you people?" Superman asked as he landed, before noticing Dean as his eyes widened in shock. "Jason, is that you?"

"Who is Jason?" Dean asked, confused.

"Weird", Superman muttered, realizing he was looking at someone who happened to look exactly like Jason Teague.

And he was not a fan of Jason due to what that guy had done.

"Buffy never mentioned Superman exists in this world", Sam remembered, then asked Superman. "Did you accidentally come here from another world?"

"Yeah, how did you know?" Superman inquired.

"Same thing happened to us", Eliot revealed. "And I'm guessing we should call you Superman then."

"Actually, his name would be Clark Kent", Dean added, surprising Superman.

"How do you know so much?" Clark inquired, still weirded out by this 'not-Jason'.

"On our world, you're a fictional character in comics books", Sam revealed, surprising Superman. "Yeah, that's a thing."

"You've comics books about the Avengers as well then?" Eliot asked out of curiosity.

"We do, why?" Dean inquired.

"Wait, you know the Avengers?" Clark asked Eliot.

"Well, they're from my world", Eliot shrugged.

"I was stranded in their world a while ago", Clark revealed, to his surprise. "But they managed to send me back and make a connection between our worlds."

"Right, I guess I'll be needing something like that, between his world", Eliot gestured to Oliver. "And my own."

"Who are you all?" Clark then inquired.

"I'm Sam, this is my brother, Dean", Sam gave the introductions of himself and his brother, Clark now feeling a little less weird on knowing not-Jason's real name.

"I'm Eliot Spencer", Eliot introduced himself.

"Oliver Queen", Oliver finished introductions, Clark's eyes widening as he looked at the bow and arrow. "What?"

"There's a you on my Earth as well", Clark told Oliver. "He looks different from you, but he is good with a bow and arrow, and I'm guessing you are too."

"So, there are doppelgangers with different names, then there are doppelgangers with different faces", Dean commented. "How does that work?"

"I'd love to meet this other one sometime", Oliver had to say.

Suddenly remembering something, Clark asked Oliver. "Do you have an enemy who is a Chinese woman, and she has disappeared?"

"Yeah, why?" Oliver asked, though he was getting onto it.

"She ended up on our world, my Oliver and my friend Chloe beat her, and now she is in prison", Clark revealed to Oliver. "She said to my Oliver he was in an Arrow wannabe costume. Now knowing things from you, I can tell the whole thing."

"Right", Oliver nodded. While he was a bit wary of Superman due to his power, he did not sense any ill intentions or deceit from him. He seemed fine actually.

"So, what's this about people singing and dancing?" Superman asked them all.

"Not sure", Dean told him. "But we've friends on this Earth who're also looking into it. Its about to be morning, maybe we can ask them, or at least tell them what we know."

"That'd be good", Clark agreed with a nod.

A while later, The Magic Box

Clark, Oliver, Eliot, Dean and Sam entered the Magic Box to see Buffy, Willow and Tara in conversation, still wondering what was causing all this.

Then they turned, and saw the five of them. Dean and Sam were shocked to see Tara, as the former called out. "Lenore?"

"Who is Lenore?" Tara asked, confused.

"Another doppelganger", Sam said with a sigh.

"Okay, is God just lazy or something? What's with all the same faces, huh?"

"Dean."

"I mean, come on, Creator of everything, you'd think He'd be a bit more creative than repeating the same work."

A sudden realization made him freeze. "Oh shit, that means there might be a guy with my face doing who knows what."

"Let it go, man."

"I can't! Not while there's another handsome bastard out there possibly ruining my face!"

Buffy looked at Sam stunned, mouthing "wow" much like he did to her when Angel ranted about Spike. Sam nodded in shame.

Clark, Oliver and Eliot shared weird looks too.

Then Clark spoke up. "Well, that Jason guy I mentioned was pretty bad."

"Damn it! I knew it!" Dean snapped.

"But he died", Clark added.

"Phew, at least there's that", Dean sighed in relief.

"Willow, Tara, meet Dean and Sam", Buffy made the introductions. "Dean, Sam, meet Willow and Tara." She looked at Oliver and Eliot. "And you all have already met." Then she saw Clark. "Who're you?"

"Another newcomer from another world", Eliot shrugged.

"I'm Clark, but you can call me Superman", Superman told them.

"What makes you so Super?" Willow asked out of curiosity.

In response, Superman flew up in the air, then fired his Heat Vision on the ground, using it to make the 'S' symbol on his chest, then quickly used a controlled version of his super breath to blow it out too.

"I'm convinced", Buffy said with a dropped jaw.

"Did you all find anything?" Oliver inquired.

"No, nothing yet", Willow revealed.

"There are people who combust when they dance too much and too fast", Eliot then said, shocking all of them.

"Here I thought the music was a good thing", Willow sighed.

"Stuff like this, there is always a catch", Oliver had to say.

"Yes, there is", Buffy agreed, giving a little glance to Willow and Tara that the newcomers noticed, but not the Witches, and they could tell something was going on there.

"But Superman here saved a group of people from burning", Dean complimented Clark, sounding very impressed.

"It was nothing", Clark assured them.

"You saved people from dying, Clark. It means everything", Tara told him.

"Either way, what now?" Sam wondered.

"We'll have to continue to look for whatever it is", Buffy shrugged. "Its weird, going from a God to this."

"You fought a God?" Oliver asked, folding his arms.

"Yes, she was a Hell God from a Hell Dimension", Buffy told them. "Most of the time, my blows bounced off of her." She looked at Willow. "Will was the first one to put the hurt on her."

Willow shared a look with Tara, then told them. "She hurt my girl, so I wanted to make her pay."

"I get it, I'd do the same for the ones I care about", Dean told her unapologetically.

"She had big plans, which could have destroyed the world as a consequence", Buffy said, to their shock. "But we found out her weaknesses, and we beat her." She looked at those who'd heard her talk about her death. "That's when I'd died too….until I was brought back."

"Not the first time I've seen something like that", Clark admitted, thinking of Lex.

"We've faced Gods too sometimes", Sam noted. "A Winter Solstice Pagan God couple posing as an old couple, who got sacrifices on Christmas. We killed them by stabbing them with Christmas tree branches."

"There's also a Trickster God who is a pain in our asses", Dean groaned. "I'll kill him when I see him next!"

"And the Vanir who came after you and Emily as the town tried to sacrifice you two to it", Sam reminded Dean, who nodded with a sigh. "Though none were as bad as almost destroying a world I'll admit. Though the first time we fought a God was when we were teenagers."

"Oh, how'd that happen?" Eliot asked.

"Our dad once left us with a hunter family, their dad had been killed by a Sheepsquatch sometime ago", Dean began narrating.

"They're real?" Oliver asked in shock.

"From what I've seen over the years, pretty much every story can be real", Eliot had to say.

"Yeah, I never thought Vampires were a thing until I became the Slayer", Buffy admitted.

"Then we have a cool alien here", Dean said, gesturing to Superman, and the jaws of Buffy, Willow and Tara dropped.

"You're an alien?" Buffy asked in shock.

"….Yeah", Clark replied lamely.

"Huh?" Oliver simply muttered. Eliot had told him of aliens on his world, but seeing one in person was different.

"I think this is the strangest day ever", Willow had to say.

"Anyways, on with the narration", Dean brought them back to his story. "They'd found a being called The Lord of the Hunt a while ago. He could grant enhanced abilities in exchange for sacrifices, but by present day, since no one worshipped him, he was starving, weakened and emaciated. The family was feeding him animals to strengthen him, and he provided them enhanced abilities in return. We joined them in hunting the Sheepsquatch."

"They could walk off things that'd kill any normal person, one of them literally broke his back and walked it off", Sam revealed, as the rest were glued in now. "But we got the Sheepsquatch. Only, in return for giving them these abilities, the Lord of the Hunt required us as a sacrifice."

"And it was the two of you", Tara realized.

"They drugged us, and he almost got us", Dean admitted. "But he was too weak at this point."

"Still, our weapons couldn't hurt him, but then his antler broke off, and Dean used that to kill him", Sam finished the story. "And that's how we killed our first God."

"Sounds like you two have been going around, killing powerful things a lot", Oliver said, impressed, even if he didn't like the implication that they'd been drafted into this life at a young age.

"We just do our best", Sam admitted. "And we need to do just that now, to stop whatever is causing the musical mayhem."

Earth-199999, Navajo Nation

Rambo found a bloodied area, and walked towards it, seeing various corpses there, with people's skulls or spines ripped out.

Those whose skulls were still intact though, as Rambo looked at them, he realized these were members of the Mexican Cartel.

He'd heard that some of the Cartels had come here, trying to abduct the natives to use for their prostitution rings, but nothing concrete.

Until now, with their dead bodies lying around.

Seeing their guns were still lying here and there, Rambo took some of them, the ones he could carry around, and put them on him.

As he walked further, Rambo heard the click of a gun behind him, but quickly turned around and sliced with his knife, getting the wrist of one surviving Cartel, who dropped his gun and fell down, groaning in pain, and Rambo noted he'd lost one leg, but was still alive, though really weakened and pale.

"Help…..me….." the man begged.

Rambo just looked at him coldly.

"I'll…..tell you about the creature…" the man then said.

At that point, Rambo knelt down and gave him some water from a canteen he had, letting the man drink, before pulling it back, and the man saw Rambo's pouch. "You've medicine?"

As Rambo looked at him hardly, he said. "Please….."

Rambo removed his pouch and also some of the orange petals, then mixed them with some mushrooms in his pouch, before holding it out to the man.

Before he could take it, Rambo pulled his hand back. "What do you know?"

"Bullets…they can affect the creature", the man revealed. "Now please…"

"If you live, I'll hand you over to the natives, to do whatever they want with you", Rambo revealed, horrifying the man, but then held out his hand anyways.

He decided being killed by them would be better than being killed by this creature, and took it, swallowing it greedily.

First, he was still, then he spasmed violently, before lying still. Then his eyes popped open as he stared at Rambo, his teeth chattering.

Then Rambo heard a noise in the trees. Something big was moving. He got up to move away.

The man begged. "Please don't leave me!"

Rambo continued to walk. "Please!"

"If this thing doesn't kill you, I will", Rambo sneered, to the man's horror, and then moved ahead before taking cover behind a huge tree trunk.

As he watched, the creature finally came into view, and now Rambo saw it clearly for the first time. It was a huge creature, over 7 feet tall, its skin reptilian, and fleshy dreadlocks around the side of its head, while it wore some kind of helmet. Its skin was also light and clear, but also moist.

It followed the blood trail, looking for any survivors, as behind it, the survivor dragged himself towards a tree, terrified.

The creature heard a noise and turned to the survivor, who held still, cowering and shivering, while the creature walked closer and closer…and passed right by him!

Rambo was confused. Why wasn't this alien creature killing the survivor? Then seeing him shivering, Rambo figured it out- the medicine he'd used had somehow made the survivor invisible to this thing.

He opened his pouch, seeing the orange petals he'd collected, then back at the survivor and alien, who couldn't see the survivor while standing next to him.

As he held still, the creature examined the blood near him, before taking another step as its foot came down on the man's remaining knee, making him scream in pain.

The creature tilted its head, confused, before snapping out its wrist blades, that went into the survivor's skull.

Rambo quickly moved away, now getting an idea of what to do.

New York City, Baxter Building

Tony was on the computers, alongside Banner, the two of them typing in some codes as the latter rubbed his head, Tony asking. "What's the matter?"

"If I hear you and Reed argue one more time, the Other Guy is gonna burst out", Banner confessed, making Tony gulp.

"So, we should keep it down then?"

"Yeah, that'd be for the best."

"Got it."

Tony then walked forth, looking at the wires connected near the computers, then at Reed, Susan, Johnny and Ben, who were wearing protective suits, while the wires were attached to cords in their suits. The wires were supposed to keep them connected to this place, so that if any complications arose, they all could be pulled back with one press of a button.

"The suit is because of the potential hostile environment, correct?" Banner inquired, just to be clear about everything and make a 100% confirmation.

"That is correct", Reed confirmed. "We do not know where Captain Rogers ended up, but even the air might not be breathable. He is a Super Soldier, we are not, meaning he has a better chance at survival than we do."

"All right, the machine is calibrated with my device", Tony told them, as the four stepped away, towards the portal portion of the machine that had been created to travel through different Universes.

"Opening up in 3…2….1", Banner counted down, and then pressed a button.

Tony and Banner immediately backed off, as a red portal opened up, not sucking any of them in, due to this being a stable one, created after quite a bit of research, experimentation and consideration.

"Well, at least it ain't the Singularity", Tony quipped, before saying. "Good luck, guys."

"Oh we got this, this is gonna be some smoking hot fun", Johnny quipped as he went in first, followed closely by Reed, then Susan and Ben, the cords still attached to the wires that were attached near the computers.

"Vitals are stable", Banner noted from the readings coming from the suits that the four were wearing.

Reed, Susan, Johnny and Ben were on the other side now, as they looked at the otherworldly, alien landscape that surrounded them.

The shapes, colors, formations, they all seemed so…different and strange compared to what was in their world.

There was no sound, the silence being oppressive, broken only by strange, distant echoes. And those echoes did not sound like the kind one would hear in a forest on Earth. They just sounded, well, kind of angry. At least to one of the four who were here now.

"What is that?" Johnny asked, trying to keep his fear down. "What is that?!"

"Be quiet", Reed whispered, looking around, his face showing his fascination at simply being here. "The air….it tastes so unusual."

"I don't think there's any scent here", Ben told the rest. "Let's go further and find the Captain now, shall we?"

"I….I don't feel so good", Susan had to tell them, breathing in and out heavily. "Even with the cords…its like….I'm cut off from our world, completely alone. These cords might as well be invisible or non-existent."

Earth-199999, New York City, Baxter Building

Tony looked at the machine again, noting the IDIOT calibrated with it, before asking. "How many inter-dimensional energies would we have to pierce through, to get to whatever world Cap's in?"

"I'm not the biggest expert on the matter, and we still don't know enough about it", Banner pointed out. "However, there is the vibrational energy between Universes, and then the Quantum Energy needed for such a transition, and those are only two. We do not know how many Dimensions there could even be between our world and another world, and how many Dimensions there are in general. Many people even confuse different Dimensions to be different Universes in their concept of what a Multiverse is supposed to be."

"I've a bad feeling about this", Tony said, when the machine started beeping, making him run back to the screen. "What the….?"

"This machine was trying to break all the inter-dimensional energy, but it did not account for each and everyone of it", Banner noted grimly, the beeping increasing. "So now, the inter-Universal energy from your device is interacting with inter-Dimensional energy in the wrong. They aren't in another Universe!"

"They're in another Dimension", Tony whispered in horror, when the beeping got louder.

"The reaction is creating some kind of Cosmic storm!" Banner gasped, when another beeping started. "Their vitals are falling! Pull them back now!"

Tony quickly pressed the button.

Unknown Dimension

Reed, Susan, Johnny and Ben looked up as an intense wave of energy came at them, and Reed cried out. "Pull back!"

They started running, when their cords suddenly snapped to life, pulling them back.

But the wave was too fast, and struck all four of them the moment they touched the periphery of the portal, between their own Dimension and this one.

Earth-199999, New York City, Baxter Building

As Reed, Susan, Johnny and Ben appeared, the wave caused by the reaction between the energies fluctuated the machine, causing a shockwave explosion that sent Tony and Banner flying back, the machinery all fried and broken.

Tony got up with a groan, rubbing his head, as Banner rolled over, while Tony staggered forwards, seeing the four of them lying on the ground.

"Reed!" Tony knelt near his friend, ripping off the helmet of the suit. "Reed, talk to me!"

He did the same to Susan, Johnny and Ben in quick succession, the four completely unmoving, as Banner stood up and staggering forwards, put his fingers in front of Ben's nose.

"He is breathing", Banner noted, as Tony did the same for the other three.

"They all are", Tony sighed in relief.

"We need to call an ambulance!" Banner said as he got up.

"The doctors might not be able to help them", Tony said, walking forth before dialling a number, and putting the phone to his ear.

When the person on the other end picked up, Tony asked the important question as quickly as he could. "How far are you from New York City?"

Universe-208, Umbara

Crawling over a slope to gain a view of the base, Fives, Hardcase, and Steve waited for Rex as he checked out their path with the macrobinoculars. "Is everyone clear on the plan? Hardcase?"

"Yes, sir."

"Rogers?"

Steve did not like this, but he had Rex' back. "Affirmative."

"Fives? Are you clear?"

The ARC Trooper hesitated to answer. Krell's plan was still suicide in his eyes, the more time spent around the general only strengthening that belief. However, Steve spoke with a surety that it even made him confident in the plan. Not liking it, but having little choice, Fives just hoped Steve was right, that having each other's backs would be enough. "Yeah."

"All right, get in your groups. Let's move out."

Rex and Steve went one way while Fives and Hardcase went the other. Both duos joining their division of troopers in their journey into the gorge. It was as Steve began to march that he wondered what General Skywalker would think of this "plan", but he couldn't think like that, not now. Whatever reservations they had didn't matter. This is the mission now, they had to be focussed.

Shield at the ready, and his new blaster at his side while he moved his P14 to his wither waist, Steve walked in line with Captain Rex, their only light being the ominous glow of Umbara's flora. Every moment was tense, itchy trigger fingers ready to pull, not that anyone could blame them. Between the natives and the wildlife of the planet, anything could spring out and attack them.

It was with that caution that Steve halted with his fist raised, Rex and the rest of their division stopping with him.

"What is it?" Rex asked, having come to rely on the senses of the super soldier after the ambush on the road.

Instead of answering, Steve lowered himself to the ground, ear against the earth and listened. He heard it, rumbling under the ground, and it was getting louder. "There's something underneath. Something big. Moving…" His eyes widened, "to the other group!"

Rex couldn't respond in time before the volunteer was already racing at speed. "Kriff, that man is fast."

Making a straight path to his comrade's location, Steve heard before he saw the attack. When he finally closed the distance, he briefly paused at what he saw.

The Umbaran vehicle was shaped like a caterpillar, with two guns facing opposite sides at the top of each section, an awful shriek coming from the machine as if it was alive. Clones and walkers were being blasted apart already while their guns did nothing against that armor, and that urged Steve to move faster. Aiming for the head of the caterpillar-like machine, where the pilot hid behind a ray shield, Steve sprinted at fast as he could, his shield held in front of him and charged.

Fives took cover with Hardcase and other soldiers when one of the men caught something moving in fast. "Sir, look!" He called to the ARC Trooper who watched in astonishment.

The Umbaran did not know what hit it when the head of the caterpillar was thrown onto its side, the rest of the body rolling with it. Steve made to capitalize on the weakness, when he felt the ground shake again, and another crawler emerged. Instead of fleeing, Steve ran up to a tree, leaping up before pushing off the bark, to land on top of the head of the new crawler.

"He won't be able to do much against that armor!" Hardcase commented as he saw the super soldier slam the edge of his shield into the section connecting the head of the crawler tank with the rest of the body.

"Rogers knows what he's doing, but we need rocket launchers!" Fives commanded when more of the Umbaran tanks began to pop up from the ground.

The armor was tough, Steve realized when he slammed his shield into the metal below him for the dozenth time. He managed to crack it open to expose wiring and what he assumed related to the controls of the tank. Driving all his strength into the next blow, the Vibranium edge deepened the gap he made, but not before the pilot realized his intent and reared the upper portion of the tank's body. Steve quickly moved and grabbed onto two of the front blasters of the tank, and pulled, not holding back his strength until he felt the metal give way, and the cannons were torn off, causing Steve to fall with the weapons in his hand, flipping once to land on his feet, throwing the discarded cannons away to regroup with the Clones when he saw the situation.

It wasn't good, more of the crawler tanks appeared, and they were surrounding the men, blocking them in some kind of corral.

"I think you made it mad!" Hardcase told him as Steve passed him, the Clone's Z-6 blaster uselessly impacting against the tank's armor. Not even the walker's guns hurt the thing.

Despite the situation, Steve shrugged. "I didn't like his attitude anyway." It made Hardcase laugh hard over the sound of his blaster. That was when Steve found the crawler tank he damaged, down two cannons, but still with plenty more along the body. Without stopping Steve ran for it and launched himself at the rotating crawler, where the same gap he made started to spark. His fingers were starting to singe, but Steve used the magnet in his left arm to attach to the crawler, his other jammed into the gap two more times before attaching the shield to the back of his suit, then draw his new blaster for the first time. He aimed inside the gap to aim for the circuitry and blindly fired, not counting his rate of fire until teal-colored flames emerged. That was when Steve released the magnetic hold and was dropped to the ground while the flames engulfed the rest of the head, and the pilot inside, before it exploded. Steve would have breathed in relief if the first explosion did not set off a chain reaction that had the rest of the body blow up one by one, causing Captain America to run out of the way before being caught in the blast.

Steve panted hard, but the battle was still raging, and he only destroyed one tank. Gathering his breath, Steve returned to the fray, spotting Rex, as another explosion engulfed a second tank, a dying shriek coming from the machine. "Rex!"

The Captain turned to him. "What is it, trooper?"

"These things are susceptible to explosives. Blow up one part, the rest go with it."

Rex paused as he saw Fives and Hardcase re-emerge, before spotting a cluster of trees. "I got an idea." He said before ordering the rest of the men as they retreated away from the remaining three tanks. "Everyone regroup, now! Take cover! Move it! Move it!" Rex, Steve, and the Clones ran for the trees, tightly bunched together with small enough space for men to move through, but not the tanks, rearing up to try to move over the boundary, with little success, until they had to move away.

The trio of captain, super soldier, and ARC stood together, the latter stating. "We're safe for the moment. They'll be coming around any second."

Rex only focused on where the tanks would come from. "Bring up the launchers. Spread detonators along that corridor. Trap them into the bottleneck. We're going to blow those things sky high."

"And the chain reaction will do the work for us." Steve realized; Rex was even smarter than he gave him credit for.

The Avenger could only watch Rex, Fives, Kix, and other Clones roll the explosives he was unfamiliar with along the ground where the tanks would come from. The beeping and blinking red light were on his mind as he drew his DC-17 again and aimed with the rest of the troopers climbing into one of the thick tree branches as they waited for the tanks to go around the cluster that blocked them off before.

There they were, Steve frowned as the single "eye" of the tank gave off a glow like a torch, shining in front of it. The three remaining tanks found them, now though, they needed to spring the trap.

"Hey! Come on!"

"Over here!"

"Right over here!"

The Clones taunted the Umbarans with easy targets, and whether the taunting worked or not, the enemy drew closer, their cannons never seeming to stop firing those green bolts. Rex' thumb hovered over the detonator, waiting for them to cross the line of explosives.

They did, and Rex pressed the button.

Umbara's shadowy surface lit up as orange flames erupted under the lead crawler tank, the others joined it by piling up after the sudden eruption. With the tanks own volatile fuel, the Clones and Steve made a hasty getaway. Making sure each man got out first, Steve waited until Rex was the last man and ran with him as the chain reaction created a bigger explosion than they thought, Rex and Steve leaping to make the distance before the shockwave pushed them further in the air.

Steve righted himself in the air, but Rex stumbled to the ground, until a hand helped the Clone stand tall. "Great plan, captain."

"Thanks. Good job, all of you." Rex praised the men around him before reaffirming their goal. "Now, let's move out."

With no time to rest, they continued their pace to the airbase.

Hardcase approached Steve with a look of awe underneath his helmet, his curiosity winning over him. "How strong are you?"

Remembering what he did to the tank, Steve could only shrug. "Strong enough."

Earth-92, night, Spike's crypt

Buffy entered. The Vampire with a chip, Spike, emerged from his underground lair.

"The sun sets and she appears", he climbed up the rest of the way. "Come to serenade me?"

Buffy noted. "So you know what's going on."

Spike shrugged. "Well, I've seen some damn funny things in the last two days. A 600 pound Chirago demon making like Yma Sumac, that one will stay with you. I remain immune, happy to say." He held up a bottle of whiskey. "Drink?"

"A world of no." Buffy sat. "So any idea what's causing this?"

Spike looked disappointed. "Oh. So that's all. You've just come to pump me for information."

"What else would I wanna pump you for?" Buffy cringed. "I really just said that, didn't I?"

"Yeah, well ... don't wanna bore you with the small talk." Spike walked to the door, opened it and turned toward Buffy. "Don't know a thing."

Buffy frowned. "What's up? You're all bad moody."

"Nothing. Glad you could stop by." Spike made a gesture toward the door. Buffy stayed seated, looking at him. Spike sounded defensive now. "It's nothing."

"What?"

And then, Spike suddenly began to sing. "I died. So many years ago." Spike looked surprised to hear himself singing. Buffy rolled her eyes. "But you can make me feel Like it isn't so." He shook his head, closing the door. "And why you come to be with me, I think I finally know. Mmm, mmm."

He continued his song. "You're scared. Ashamed of what you feel." Buffy was not looking at him. "And you can't tell the ones you love You know they couldn't deal." Now she looked at him, frowning. "Whisper in a dead man's ear, It doesn't make it real." He pointed to his head.

Buffy looked at him, then looked away. Spike rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"That's great. But I don't wanna play." Spike walked over to a coffin. "'Cause being with you touches me, more than I can say. But since I'm only dead to you", he jumped up to sit on the coffin. "I'm saying stay awaaaay."

He lay down on the coffin, crossing arms over his chest. "And let me rest in peace!" Spike jumped up and the song took on an angry rock beat for the refrain.

"Let me rest in peace. Let me get some sleep", he grabbed a whiskey bottle and threw it against the wall. Buffy jumped up. "Let me take my love and bury it In a hole six foot deep. I can lay my body down", he advanced on Buffy, "but I can't find my sweet release."

Spike turned away from her with an angry gesture. "So let me rest in peace!"

Buffy looked annoyed, turning toward the door, but Spike intercepted her. "You know, you've got a willing slave." He went down to his knees. "And you just love to play the thought, that you might misbehave."

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"But till you do I'm telling you", he stood up, "stop visiting my graaaaave." He said angrily. "And let me rest in peace."

Spike yanked the door open again.

In the graveyard, a group of men carried a coffin along. A few dozen yards away Spike and Buffy were walking along side-by-side.

What they did not notice was that a breach opened nearby, and a young boy of about 15 ran out of it, his hair spiky, his clothes a nice blend of black and red, with a yellow waistband, and he'd a crown necklace, his shoes also being a mix of black and yellow.

"Huh?" He muttered, looking around in shock at the graveyard, because he'd been at the beach of the island just a few seconds ago!

Then he heard Spike singing.

"I know I should go. But I follow you like a man possessed. There's a traitor here beneath my breast", he exchanged a look with Buffy. "And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed." He was looking at Buffy. "If my heart could beat, it would break my chest." They stopped walking. "But I can see you're unimpressed." He got angry. "So leave me be."

Spike jumped up onto the coffin being carried by the men.

"And let me rest in peace. Let me get some sleep."

The pall-bearers tipped the coffin and Spike tumbled off the end of it, bounced to his feet and shifted into game face.

"Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six foot deep." He rampaged through the mourners, tossing their folding-chairs aside. The people scattered. "I can lay my body down but I can't find my sweet release..."

He grabbed the priest, staring at him. Buffy came up behind Spike, grabbed him and turned him around. Spike and Buffy tumbled backward into the open grave. Spike landed on his back with Buffy on top of him. He was back in human face.

"Let me rest in peace. Why won't you Let me rest in peace?"

They still lay in the grave with Buffy on top. She stared at Spike for a moment, then got off him, leapt out of the grave and ran off. Spike poked his head up out of the grave to watch her go.

"So ... you're not staying then?"

The young boy watched Buffy run, while feeling something strange. This did not feel like his world, or any world he'd been to for the matter.

He walked ahead, feeling something come over him, when various Vampires surrounded him.

"Look, food", one of them said while smacking his lips, all of them having game faces on.

The boy, Sora, raised his hand, as a bright light glowed, and then a blade that looked like a giant key appeared in his hand- the Keyblade!

"What the…?" One Vampire said, before Sora struck him hard with the Keyblade, sending him flying off, then he struck another, sending him down too, before striking one in the chest, the Keyblade getting his heart, and due to what kind of weapon it was, the Vamp dusted.

"Huh?" One Vamp said, while the power of whatever was causing people to sing and dance came over on Sora too, as he thought of Spike's song, the words 'Rest in peace' somehow ringing a chord within him, though he did not know why.

Kingdom Hearts Ventus' theme plays

Then Sora, who seemed to almost be taken over by someone else, sang in a sad tone. "I sleep soundly safe in your heart." Pointing his Keyblade at a Vamp, he let out a Fire spell, burning it as it screeched. "I no longer have to face the evil in the dark. I can just rest my mind, and leave my pain behind."

One more Vamp charged him, but Sora fired a Blizzard spell, freezing that one as he chattered his teeth and shivered uncontrollably.

"I remember fondly, of a time when the world was so bright", Sora continued to sing, though he did not know why he was singing. "We've fought so bravely, my dear. And so I can rest, for now there's nothing left to fear."

Sora aimed at another Vampire, doing a Thunder spell, the lightning striking it and turning it to ash.

"Fighting onward, we dreamed unreachable things. But now my dreams carry me to a place where these things come true", Sora sang, while doing a Gravity spell on another Vamp as it was stuck in the air now, frozen in shock, and Sora struck its heart with his Keyblade, dusting it. "She'll hold my hand while I sleep. So I won't be afraid, she won't let shadows touch my dreams."

The two Vamps from before charged him but he spun and dusted one, then leapt and dusted the other with his Keyblade as well.

After that, he continued to walk, looking very melancholic.

"Maybe in time, we'll leave this all behind." He looked up at the sky, a tear rolling down his cheek for reasons he could not tell. "We'll look up skyward, and the stars, they will shine in our eyes. I promise, I'll wake up in time."

He sat down on his knees. "When I awaken she will be there by my side. You're a person, who'll fix the broken mistakes. She'll find you and journey on, she will save me, whatever it takes. No matter the fate she may face."

And with that, the song was done, as Sora wiped his tears, still not sure why he'd cried, but feeling very melancholic all the same.

He stood back up, his Keyblade disappearing. "So, I'm in another world, through that blue portal." He quickly rushed forth. "I'll have to find a way back to my friends now."

And he knew he could do it, once he found a way to unlock the path back to the Destiny Islands via his Keyblade.

Summers House

Dawn was dumping stuff out of her schoolbag. Tara watched from the doorway. "Lotta homework?"

"Ah, math", Dawn told her. "It seemed cool when we were singing about it."

Tara smiled. "Willow said they have a lead on the whole musical extravaganza evil. This demon that can be summoned, some sort of Lord of the Dance." She grinned. "Oh, but not the scary one. Just a demon."

Dawn asked. "Um ... do they know who summoned it?"

"They don't even know its name yet", Tara revealed. "But Willow will find out. She's the brainy type. And our friends from the other worlds, they're really good. And we've a Superman."

"So cool that we know superheroes now", Dawn had to say, then smiled at Tara. "I'm glad you and Willow made up."

"What?" Tara was confused.

Dawn explained. "That fight you guys had about magic and stuff? It gives me belly rumblings when you guys fight."

Tara was still confused. "Dawn, Willow and I never fought about-"

"It's okay", Dawn assured her. "It's just ... you guys are so great together. I just hate it when you-"

Tara put her hand to the herb on her blouse, removing it.

Dawn added. "But that was the only fight I've seen you guys have anyway. But I'm still glad it's over."

Tara was staring at the herb. "Dawn, I, um ... there's something I need at the shop. Will you be okay for a little while?"

Dawn sighed, looking a bit disappointed. "Yes. The fifteen-year-old can spend a half an hour alone in her locked house."

Tara assured her. "I-I won't be gone long." She left.

Dawn went over to a side table, opening a small wooden box. It was filled with stuff she had taken from the magic shop. She took out the necklace from before and put it on, looks at herself in the mirror.

"Does anybody even notice? Does anybody even care?"

She turned around to find a Demon standing behind her and screamed. Its whole head was like a big mask. There were actually three of the minions.

They threw a bag over Dawn's head. She continued screaming, muffled.

Earth-199999, Navajo Nation

Rambo stood on a tree branch, having swallowed a concoction made by the orange petals and mushrooms, and he was shivering now, but still resisting it, for he had a plan to take this thing out now.

He let out a loud roar while holding up a flaming torch, before throwing it away.

Then, after a few minutes, hearing a croaking noise behind him, Rambo turned, feeling something, and realized the creature was right behind him, in its invisible mode, but it could not see him either.

Grabbing the vine in front of him, Rambo swung to another tree, then turned and listened, the croaking sound still audible, while picking up his bow and arrows he'd left on this one.

Drawing an explosive arrow, he fired it at the wood, and the explosion caused the creature's outline to appear, before it appeared fully, its cloaking device malfunctioning due to the explosion.

Snarling, it aimed its canon and started firing around wildly, one shot hitting the tree Rambo was on as he fell down. Picking himself up, he quickly ran, avoiding any more shots aimed at him.

He also threw the bow and arrows down nearby, then continued to run, before the creature jumped down right in front of him, but was still unable to see him.

Hiding underneath some foliage nearby, Rambo picked up a rock and threw it at a distance, as it hit a tree and started rolling down.

The creature heard the rock impacting the tree, and triangulating the position with its device, fired at the rock.

Rolling away, Rambo picked up his bow and arrows once more, and fired in its direction, causing an explosion that sent it falling down.

Rambo ran in the direction, seeing some green blood around as he realized it could be killed after all.

He dropped his bow and arrows again, as he heard croaking, and turned around to see the creature standing not too far from him.

As it moved towards him, Rambo snuck behind it, then took out a gun, aiming it at the helmet-

BANG!

Shoved forwards by the shot, the creature's helmet flew off, and Rambo grabbed it before putting it in his bag, before he rushed off.

The creature peeled the back of its head, seeing the bullet having grazed its thick skull as more green blood fell, and it roared.

While Rambo ran, he noticed what the creature really looked like without the helmet. It had arthropod-like mandibles and no visible nose.

But now he knew he needed to play it just right, because he figured the creature could see him without its helmet's vision.

He threw it off, then swam into the water, making his way through the stream, but as he got out, he felt two blades at either side of his neck, which were then retracted.

Rambo turned around, seeing the creature facing him directly, and winced internally. The creature took out one blade and struck twice, Rambo dodging, before his side was sliced, only for the creature to retract the blade again as then it seemed to start circling him, as if wanting a hand-to-hand fight.

Seeing that, Rambo realized this creature did not have any malice. It just liked a good hunt, and now, considering him a worthy foe, it was giving him the honor of fighting it.

Picking up a small trunk, Rambo struck the creature but it blocked as the trunk broke upon its skin.

Rambo watched in shock as the creature then punched him thrice, sending him flying back with the third blow. As Rambo got up, he got another blow to the stomach that winded him, before he turned around, jumping into the stream and swimming away, making sure it followed him.

He got out of the stream and made his way ahead, reaching a small clearing, before turning around to look at the marching creature, while briefly glancing at a booby trap he had.

Rambo looked at the creature, which seemed to stop right before the trap, as he cried out. "Do it! Come ON! You're a hunter, aren't you? You live to kill!"

But the creature, figuring out the trap, bypassed it completely, to Rambo's supposed shock, coming at him from another direction.

As it came close, Rambo smirked. The creature was confused, as Rambo kicked the trap, causing its counterweight to drop upon the creature, crushing it underneath.

Rambo then sat down, sighing in relief, before hearing something as he saw the creature slowly pushing the counterweight off of itself, weakly.

Grabbing his knife, Rambo walked up to it, seeing the creature lying on the ground, green blood pouring out of its body as it groaned in pain.

Raising his knife, Rambo snarled. "Mission…accomplished.

Looking at him, the creature snarled in its own guttural tone. "Mission….accomplished."

As Rambo watched, the creature opened the pad on its arm, and started pressing something there. A few seconds later, Rambo heard a beeping sound.

Even if this was an advanced alien with technology Rambo didn't understand, he knew what the beeping was.

And so, he ran ahead, the beeping still audible, while he heard the creature actually like a maniacal madman.

Then, an explosion happened, the shockwave hitting Rambo and knocking him out.

Up above, Melinda May was flying towards the area in a Quinjet, Coulson and Bobbi Morse next to her, and they saw the explosion.

"What was that?" Bobbi inquired.

"We need to check", Coulson said immediately as Melinda lowered the Quinjet, opening it up, while Coulson and Bobbi took out their guns and walked out, finding a wounded and unconscious Rambo.

"May! Its Rambo!" Coulson cried out, causing Melinda to run out as well, and see the unconscious Vietnam War veteran.

"This is Rambo?" Bobbi asked in awe. "The John Rambo?"

"Yes, it is him", Coulson confirmed. "His mother was part of these natives. Which must be why he came in to kill whatever is hunting these people."

"You think he did it?" Bobbi inquired.

"I believe he did", Melinda nodded, while looking ahead. "Still, we will need to check once more."

"He could be infected with radiation from the blast though", Coulson pointed out. "We need to take him to our base, and treat him, and also check his blood for anything unnatural."

Melinda nodded, as the three began carrying Rambo to the Quinjet.

Earth-21, Metropolis, LexCorp

Lex had finally fixed the machine, and brought Zemo over, the latter looking over the unconscious Zoom, as he noted. "I too believe he will be of good use to us."

Like Lex, he hated Supers, but he wasn't above using them for his gain.

"We do need a new arm though", Lex pointed out.

"I have something for that", Zemo said, since Lex had told him of Zoom before bringing him over, giving Zemo time to get some supplies.

"Please do tell", Lex urged him.

"I took this from our friend in HYDRA." Zemo unveiled the old schematics of Hydra to reveal a gauntlet, with a support pad on the shoulder and straps across the chest. "It's called the Satan Claw. A HYDRA officer commissioned it back in World War II to combat Captain America."

"Captain America?"

"You still have much to learn of my world, my friend." Zemo smirked at him before gesturing back to the schematics. "The Satan Claw gauntlet was designed to inflict powerful electric shocks, but I believe we can repurpose the device as a prosthetic limb to channel this speedster's lightning into more offensive purposes with double the power."

"I think we can take it a step further", Lex proposed as he took the schematics in hand, before looking to his partner. "What if we design the Claw to not just channel Speed Force lightning, but absorb it? We can steal the power of any speedster this guy encounters, crippling them, no matter how fast they are, or were, I should say."

Zemo nodded his head, it was smart, but dangerous. "It would also risk his ego and ambition rising. You don't fire a nuke unless you have the means to abort the attack."

"What do you propose?"

"In order to maintain full mobility, the brain and nerves would have to be connected to the arm, as would any cybernetic replacement. Take the opportunity to put a failsafe in place, for a day when he decides he is too big for his boots."

"Quite distrusting of you, Helmut."

"What is the expression, "keep your friends close and enemies closer"?"

"Should I be concerned?"

"On the contrary, Lex, you are a friend."

Universe-208, Umbara

Having fought across Europe with the Howling Commandos, Captain America was no stranger to death. He had seen men killed, disintegrated, and had even killed people himself.

Yet what he would call one of the most painful experiences of his life was walking through a battleground where bodies were arranged in grizzly displays to show the bloody price of war. Fields would be stained red, corpses planted into the ground, not all of them whole. Then there were the days he fought against HYDRA, where their weapons would leave no traces of the men he fought alongside of, no body, no blood, not even clothing. Nothing. It was a horrifying thought that had HYDRA unleashed their might, a whole army would be reduced to an empty space in moments. He was unsure what was worse: a mangled, bloodied body, or no body at all.

Steve had to control his body at seeing the carnage of the crawler tanks. So many dead, and all it took was five of those things, piloted by one Umbaran each. Two days he'd been part of the 501st, and it was nearly as harsh as some of the worst weeks fighting against the Nazis and HYDRA.

Walking through the wreckage of the tanks with Rex and the others, his composure remained true while the tanks bled the teal-colored liquid and sparked slightly, an ominous glow made by the fires of the Clones' trap. Above, a pair of the planet's natural predators flew above, searching for whatever meal they could scavenge from the battlefield.

They won't go hungry, Steve thought grimly.

They group paused when the lights of crawler tank flickered on, the rest of the machine's head remained in surprisingly good condition. "That one's still got some juice in it. Waste it!" Rex ordered.

"Sure." Hardcase was eager to obey, kneeling down and aiming, before launching the rocket. The explosion was much smaller, confined to only the glass without the ray shield, green smoke escaped before the Umbaran pilot stumbled out from the pod until falling to the ground.

"No juice left in him, either." Steve watched with his jaw dropping as Rex, coldly, casually fired into the body of the wounded Umbaran, no one else blinking an eye at the execution. War brought out the worst in people, but he did not expect such an act from Rex.

However, he could not judge him. So many of his own brothers were being slaughtered not just because of Krell's "strategies", but the Umbarans they were fighting. If Steve had confronted anyone who had killed his team, the Commandos or the Avengers, he could not say he would not do the same. Practically, they had no time for prisoners, the Umbaran was already wounded and likely dying, and trying to have the Clones guard a being who was responsible for so many of their own men's death? It was a fantasy, as was the fantasy of a bloodless war.

"Steve?" A hand to his shoulder knocked him out of his thoughts, bringing his attention to Jesse. "You alright?"

Steve nodded, but his eyes were watery. "Only wish this fight was over."

Jesse joined him as they caught up with the others. "You and me both, Steve. You and me both."

They stumbled across a scene that broke Steve's heart and made him sick. A trio of banshees fighting over the body of a dead Clone.

"Hey!"

Kix burst forward, firing in a rage at the animals near his brother until energy burned through their flash. "You still hungry?! Chew on that!" A banshee flew past the medic for the Clone Captain, but it was dead before it could reach the man, Rex drawing his gun and firing into it with ease.

"Everyone, keep moving", Rex ordered, he and the men walking by the corpses that Kix reluctantly left. "Hey, Kix, leave it."

But there was one who couldn't leave it. Steve stopped in place, his eyes refused to leave the corpses of the Clones, even as they passed him by on the march. Jesse was the only one who stopped. "Not even you can carry them all, buddy." He gently told the volunteer.

"I know." He accepted that a long time ago, he wanted to help in so many ways, but he was only a super soldier, he had limits. That did not stop the captain from leaving the platoon of Clones to approach the bodies of men he had fought alongside. Jesse was joined by Tup as they watched him go.

"What's he doing?" The younger Clone asked the elder as they watched the man kneel by the bodies of one of their brothers and lay his hand on his chest.

"He's mourning."

Fighting a war was one of the harshest experiences one could go through, but what was just as harsh was surviving that war, and to think of the people who didn't.

Steve, kneeling beside one of the Clones, with his hand on the chest plate, his other hand from his head, his chest, his left shoulder, then his right, before lowering his head. "God, I don't know if you're watching, I'm far from home, but I need your support. These men, they have been stripped of their power to choose, their free will." A sob threatened to escape him, but Steve had to push through. "Despite that, they still fight, believing in their duty, protecting so many people who don't even know their names. Look after them, Lord, take them into your care. These are brave soldiers, let Saint Michael know of their souls, and watch over them now and forever…and give me the strength to protect them. Amen."

Steve blessed himself once more and stood tall, finding the gazes of several other Clones watching him as they walked by. Only Jesse and Tup stayed in place to watch. His face stoic as before, Steve rejoined the men on the march. The two Clones shared a look before following after the legion's volunteer.

The lack of light on the planet ensured no one could see the redness of Steve's eyes.

Later

After the encounter with the crawlers, dozens of the men now carried rocket launchers, the only thing that had proven effective against some of the Umbaran armor. Steve made it back to the front of the platoon with Rex and Fives when his hearing perked up, throwing his fist up again, making the Clones freeze. Listening hard, Steve closed his eyes to concentrate. "Something big and metal is coming." He then shook his head as he listened harder. "No…somethings." Steve opened his eyes and looked forward.

"Rocket launchers, up front!" Fives ordered as a line of men ran forward, readying the rockets. Rex took out his macrobinoculars and looked ahead, what he found made his heart stop.

A gigantic, juggernaut of a tank, with six legs supporting it's thick round body like a spider and a large cannon mounted on top, with a pilot protected behind a ray shield.

"We got a problem!" Rex nearly panicked when he saw another join the other tank.

The rockets were fired as soon as the Clones set their sights on the juggernaut, the projectiles whistling through the air while the tank fired its own cannon. Steve did not hesitate to throw his shield to intercept, but the explosion was stronger than before, sending his shield deep into a tree. The captain's blue eyes turned back to see the missiles hit the tank and made it pause.

Only to keep on walking with no damage.

"Oh shit."

"Fall back! Fall back now!" Rex cried out as the platoon ran. Steve felt helpless as more electromagnetic plasma rounds were launched at them, and he had no choice but to call back his shield, and run.

Bombardments rained down on them, killing Clones and walkers. No matter what, Steve could not stop them all, he couldn't stop the killing, he could only run with them as they tried to scatter and take cover. That was when he saw it.

A group of Clones, their backs to the enemy in a desperate bid to get away from the Umbarans, were in the middle of when the cannon fire hit. But it didn't just explode.

The Clones could only cry out before the energy spread out and disintegrated them all. No trace of the men of the 501st remained.

Just like with HYDRA.

How many men did he see get hit by those damn guns, and never be seen again? Not by their friends, their families, not even by the people who owed them their lives. How many empty coffins were buried because there was nothing to bury?

Steve felt his blood turn to fire.

Sprinting from the tree, Steve saw red in the world of darkness, his eyes only focused on the tank in front of him as the Clones fled from it, but he ran straight to the enemy. Two cannons under the cockpit fired at the super soldier but weren't fast enough as Steve ran to the side or ducked behind his shield, charging with everything he had until he was close enough and jumped onto one of the legs, then using it to leap to the shielded pilot. Captain America roared, stabbing his shield above the cockpit, allowing him to see the shocked alien as he hung from his embedded Vibranium. The Umbaran could only shout some words before Steve's fist punched through the shield and through the helmet of the militia and grabbed the alien by the face.

A shocking, electrifying pain coursed and burned through his arm, his suit and skin smoking, all the way to his shoulder, yet it was the farthest thing from Steve's mind as he only looked into the eyes of the alien in his hand and squeezed. The bone gave way with ease, and the head was crushed like a grape, spraying dark green blood all over Steve's own blackening arm, before he ripped it out of the shield with a cry, his legs pushing off the tank. Without the pilot, all six limbs splayed out and the cannon hung uselessly.

Captain Rogers could only turn his body to cushion the blow with his shield while the lights died down in the tank. Whatever thoughts the Avenger had were halted when he saw another tank was focusing on him, the two lower cannons turned to him before a trio of rockets hit it from the side, and two sets of hands pulled Steve up and ran for cover. They made it a distance before Steve found his saviors.

Fives and Jesse.

"You're a crazy son of a gun!" Jesse exclaimed as they set the man against a tree, who finally felt the pain take over and nearly lost his footing, had the Clones not caught him in time. "I've never seen anyone punch through a ray shield like that."

"I'm just glad you're on our side", Fives commented as he examined Steve's arm. It was nasty, from his fingers to his shoulder, the suit was black or burned away, the skin underneath that was exposed he could see had severe burns. If he wasn't a super soldier, he would have thought Rogers would need a new cybernetic limb. "We're gonna need Kix."

"No." Steve shook his head and tried to push off the tree. "I can fight."

"Easy, buddy, you already took one of those things down. You did your part." Fives held him back with Jesse. Another explosion reminded them of the ongoing battle, and they needed to move. "Come on, soldier, we need to regroup." Fives helped Steve stand and start running until the super soldier regained his bearings and ran on his own. He found cover behind a tree, as another explosion sounded beside him and the Clones near him, where he saw Rex speaking into his commlink.

What he heard sent him over the edge.

"Sir, we can't possibly-"

"You must stand your ground. Do you read me?!"

Rex could not believe his ears. Krell saw what they were fighting, he saw their weapons were doing nothing, and he wanted them to stay? The question was how were they supposed to survive, let alone take one of those things down. He was in such a state of shock, his helmet hiding his expression, he did not even hear someone approach or General Krell's shouting.

"Captain?! Are you listening?!"

A black and burnt hand grabbed Rex's own, and he did not have the strength to stop Steve from yelling into his comms. "Listen to this, you son of a bitch! We're dying out here! Our weapons are as effective as you are! If you weren't sitting on your ass, you would see that for yourself! You want us to stand our ground? Well, why don't you come down here and tell us in person instead of cowering in the rear! This mission, and this whole campaign failing will be because of YOU! You and your inaction, and I'll be damn sure the whole army knows it before I'm done here. We die down here, and it's all on you, Krell! Now actually do something worth a damn in this war, or go to Hell!" Steve pressed a button and the light on the comms died, causing him to release both Rex's arm, and a tired sigh.

"That's just going to come back and bite you."

"I'll cross that bridge when the time comes." Steve snapped back, but not at Rex, at the thought of Krell. That cowardly bastard was letting them die, and all he was doing was watch. He could not hold his tongue, not anymore. The sound of screaming and bodies disintegrating brought him back to reality, his heart breaking as more men were being slaughtered. "This can't go on anymore."

"The armor is too thick on those things." Rex reminded him. He too felt the pain of his brothers' deaths, but he needed to keep a clear mind, something which might be difficult if they survive the battle after what Steve just told Krell.

Steve peaked around the tree to scan the tanks with his eyes. "What if we don't aim for the body, but the head and limbs?"

"Disable the weapons and its movements. Worth a shot, but it's moving too much."

"You have any other ideas?"

Rex regretfully shook his head. "Come on, soldier."

Later

With two soldiers on his shoulders, Steve ran to cover where Rex had Kix gather the wounded. The numbers were piling up, but at least the losses were reduced, slightly. They managed to disable two of the electromagnetic plasma cannons, but there were more tanks, and they were not without the two cannons beneath the cockpit.

With a grimace, Steve ran under the red glow of the tree, protected by wreckage of another vehicle, and set the men against the bark. "We got you, boys. Rest easy for now."

"Keep the wounded as quiet as possible." Rex warned Kix, the medic nodded before moving to their volunteer, who moved his arm out of reach.

"I'm fine, Kix."

"A blaster bolt is one thing, but your whole arm is scorched." Kix only wanted to help. Steve was their best chance at survival, they needed him, just as he needed his arm checked.

"They need you more than I do." Steve pointed to the wounded around them. "When this is over, then you can check my arm." Steve did not wait for an answer, he did not mean to be rude, but he refused to leave the fight. He joined Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, and Dogma. From what he heard, Rex relayed their orders.

It went as he expected.

"I used to think General Krell was reckless, but now I'm beginning to think he just hates Clones." Fives spoke angrily, and understandably so. It was outrageous for racial prejudice to affect a commanding officer's orders. He'd seen it before and heard of it.

"The captain is right. Now, let's move out."

"How do you suggest we do that, Dogma? The best the rocket launchers could do is take out their cannons, other than that, we're still heavily outgunned", Steve told the loyal Clone. Too loyal. He had to see what was wrong.

"I don't need lip from a volunteer", Dogma sneered, before Jesse pushed him back.

"Hey! He's saving our necks out there, more than I can say about Krell!"

"He's the general! He doesn't have to be here for us to follow orders!"

"That's enough!" Rex shouted at the two tattooed men but with vastly different personalities, getting between the men and keeping them at arm's length from each other.

"Disabling their cannons won't stop them. We need to find another way." Steve agreed with Fives. The cannons were a weak point in the armor, but the body and limbs it turned out were too heavily armored, even for the rockets.

"You got any ideas?" Rex asked tensely, and unfortunately, Fives had no answer. Steve, however, thought of something."

"Fight fire with fire." The Clones turned to him with unreadable expressions behind their helmets. "We don't have the fire power to scratch those things, so maybe we should commandeer one of the Umbarans own rides and give them a taste of their own medicine."

"How? If you haven't already noticed, their cockpits are ray shielded." Dogma pointed out harshly. That was when Rex' head turned toward their goal.

"I bet the airbase has something for us." Rex said aloud before turning to the men. "They'll think the tanks will have us pinned and won't bother tightening security around those fighters."

An explosion near them had the soldiers leave the medic to find the tanks getting closer. Clones were scattering in an attempt to get away from the antipersonnel cannons, the green bolts following them until a rocket exploded against the ray shield. The pilot angrily turned the blasters to the Clone hidden in the tree and fired, striking the soldier midair as he lifelessly hit the ground, then the alien turned to the wounded.

"KIX!" Steve ran to the medic and the injured, seeing the spider-like limb getting closer to their cover and the cannon strike down another man. With little time, Steve had to hurl the men out away from the debris, before turning his head up as the limb stomped down. Barely diving out of the way, Steve threw two of the men under his arm, and another on his burnt shoulder, bearing the pain as Kix dragged another man to safety. Steve ran as fast as he could, setting down the three next to Tup before rushing out and pulling his blaster on a banshee, the bolt hitting it in the eye and through the skull, sending it crashing to the ground while Steve pulled another Clone over his shoulder in a fireman carry.

Back in the safety of cover with the other Clones, Steve started to feel the exhaustion creep in. It felt like he'd been fighting the whole time he stepped through that breach, and his body certainly started to feel that way.

"Steve, you good?" Rex questioned as he and Fives crouched near the kneeling super soldier.

"Ready to move, sir." Steve told his fellow captain. If it meant ending this fight, he'd run around and fight all day if that was what it took.

"Good, because I have a mission for you."

Tatooine

That went better than expected.

Bo-Katan watched her fellow Mandalorians herd the Pyke scum out of the train, or whatever was left of them. Whatever Blade did in the last few carriages was thorough, there were no survivors. After that, his main goal seemed to be cutting through to the rest of the Pykes to stop the train. Something he did flawlessly.

They had less prisoners than they expected, but none of them felt any remorse over the fact. The Pyke Syndicate thought they could try their luck and trespass on Jabba's land, it was just unfortunate for them that the Hutt had a deal with the Death Watch. Or maybe they were fortunate, some of Jabba's other muscle were far more brutal from what she knew.

Casting those thoughts aside, the redheaded Mandalorian turned to their guest, walking toward her while watching the rest of their clan gather the remaining Pykes in a line, on their knees with their hands behind their heads. Bo-Katan had no interest in their fate, instead turning to the dark-skinned warrior that made their job so much easier.

"You outperformed what we had expected of you." Bo-Katan praised. Behind his dark shades, she saw his left brow raise.

"I'll try and take that as a compliment."

The Mandalorian heiress shook her head. "I meant no offense. We honestly did not realize the extent of your skills."

"Had some issues to work through. Lucky for you that these assholes took the brunt of it." Blade's manner of speech continued to confuse and amuse her. However, if he did have anger, based on what she saw, perhaps the Mandalorians were lucky. They were far better than any criminal's attempt at soldiers, yet the speed Blade cut through them all was humbling. She did not believe a squad of Mandalorians could have worked both as efficiently and quickly as he did.

"For some reason, I believe you."

Blade quirked his lips by an inch, somehow refraining from smiling despite that. His head turned to the line of alien prisoners. Made up of whoever thought the snipers shooting at them from outside were more important than the ones above them, or inside, while the train was still moving at least. Blade shot or slashed any who got in his way or attempted to move to the roof of the carriages, anyone else he did not need to bother with, either preoccupied with other matters or were recovering from the wounds they received.

It took a laser bolt to one of the Pyke prisoners' heads to catch his attention. The Mandalorian who shot the alien then moved to the next one in the line.

Kryze was watching him keenly, and he turned to her with a neutral expression.

"The Pykes are one of the most dangerous criminal syndicates in the galaxy. Trust me, we're better off with them all dead."

"Does it look like I care?" Blade spoke bluntly. He didn't. He would not lose any sleep over some motherfuckers getting their dues.

She shook her head. "Suppose you don't." The device on her wrist beeped, and Bo-Katan looked at him apologetically. "I have to report to Pre Vizsla."

"You do that." Blade walked by her with indifference but paused long enough to return to her the WESTAR. "Thanks for the loan." He said, before his back was to her. The redheaded woman watched him go before tapping her commlink.

"Report."

"The train is ours."

"And Blade?"

Bo-Katan smirked. "Exceeded our expectations."

The sound of the executions continued to go off, but Blade paid them little mind. If criminals were dying, human or otherwise, Blade won't lose any sleep over it. Vampires were created from humans, they were monsters he sought to eliminate; however, monsters weren't born out of nowhere, whatever darkness they were created from originated in humans. The thirst can do many things, but it cannot create evil. The Daywalker discovered that evil has no preference. As few there can be, there exists Vampires not dedicated to the sadistic desires of the rest of their race, yet there are humans who can be as bad or worse than many of the bloodsuckers he has terminated. Then comes question of his own half-breed existence: is he wrong to execute one side of his heritage with such prejudice, or does he choose to hide the miserable truth that the human race is not worth defending by expressing his hate on what he believes caused him to have such a cursed life? Blade would rather not answer that.

Instead, he simply walked on as the blasters continued, alien bodies dropping into the sand, while the Daywalker walked along the downed train, watching Mandalorians carry crates off from the carriages and attach to the speeders.

Blade's senses, however, went off. Sniffing the air, Blade turned his head to the carriage. There was something inside, something both alluring, and off-putting. Whatever it was, the hunter in him told him to pursue. In his line of work, no, his life, you fear anything then you get another job. Blade stepped into the wreckage, finding the mostly intact cargo, still strapped down by whatever the Pykes used to do so. His nose sniffed the air again, and he found a source, one of many. The Mandalorians told him they were looking for weapons and other supplies to help their cause.

What kind of supplies? It was only now he began to wonder.

Blade pulled down a case of cargo. Eyeing the thing, he saw a pad with buttons on it, and with little else to do, he pressed it. The lid opened with little issue; Blade cautiously raised it to find a fine red powder within. The smell was overwhelming. Jabbing a finger into the powder, Blade pulled it back, eyeing the substance on his digit, before sucking it off.

Blade immediately spat it out and growled. A hunger rose in him.

Not for blood.

For payback.

Umbara

Steve kept his senses sharp as he and Fives travelled down the slope, getting increasingly closer to the airbase. Sneaking past those juggernauts was the easy part, the Umbarans were more concerned with the larger platoon then they were about a single Clone and volunteer, the latter carrying a pack of explosives on his back.

It did not mean he was happy about it. "I should have stayed in the fight."

"Steve, I understand how you feel, but we get this done, then we can come back with guns blazing and save the rest of the men." Fives reasoned, and he was not wrong.

"I know, Fives, I know, it's just…" Steve sighed. "I wish I could have done more."

They did not stop, their DC-17 and DC-15A at the ready for any movement that could be hostile, but their fingers held away from the triggers, stealth was their friend and the last thing they needed was to alert the base.

Even so, Fives looked at the captain seriously. "Listen to me, buddy, in the few days since we met, you have done more for every Clone here than most of other generals have ever done for their platoons, bar a few Jedi. We all appreciate what you've done." Fives had to snort though at a recent memory. "Krell on the other hand won't be so grateful."

Wincing, Rogers tried to remain focused. "You heard that, huh?"

"It was the highlight of the whole campaign. Glad someone had the courage to speak up against Krell and his sithspit." Oh how Fives enjoyed the moment Steve grabbed Rex's arm and let the general have it.

Any more words that were to be shared halted when they approached the fence surrounding the airbase. Well, a fence that was made up of a barrier of electricity surrounding the place. God, the technology is something else, but it made Steve terrified of the prospect of what more existed out there beyond Umbara.

Steve and Fives got low while quickly taking cover by a tree next to the electric wall. Beyond the wall, what Steve assumed were turrets lined up on the other side, and if the engagements thus far were anything to go by, he did not want to see what they could do. Steve's own eyes found Umbaran soldiers closer to the centre of the base, patrolling in squads while individual patrols stayed near the fighters.

"Some kind of sensor wall." Fives voiced to his partner.

"Sensor?" the deadliest looking sensor he's ever seen.

"How's your arm?" Fives moved behind Steve and started taking out bombs.

Steve understood the question, and holstered bot his shield and blaster. "More than able." It still stung, but the pain has subsided to manageable levels.

"Able enough to throw a Clone over that thing?" With what Fives has seen, he believed he was strong enough.

"Just give the word."

"First, place the detonators around the tree, it pays to have an explosive distraction." Fives quickly showed the mechanics of the thermal detonators to the super soldier, who picked it up in seconds before they spread a line of explosives around the base of the tree, before facing the fence again.

"Fire away." Fives stood up and waited as Steve grabbed him by the belt and collar. With a running start, the captain hurled the ARC Trooper over the electric wall, the Clone braced himself and rolling to a crouch, his rifle at the ready as he heard the volunteer land beside him. "Remind me never to make you mad."

"Roger that." Steve acknowledged before the two soldiers quietly rushed into the base.

After receiving specialized training from the SSR after destroying the first HYDRA facility, further enhanced by the time in the Army, and then SHIELD bolstering his skill set with modern techniques more varied and vaster than what he knew back in the 40s, Steve was well versed in stealth operations.

Hell, his first unofficial mission was him sneaking in to rescue the 107th and Bucky. Fives himself was an Advanced Recon Commando, ARC, one of the best soldiers in the Republic, with experience in special ops across dozens of planets, and the captain had little to doubt the extent of the Clone's training.

Between the two of them, sneaking across the Umbaran base was not too difficult.

The pair ran between tanks on standby, including the monstrosities that were slaughtering the 501st.

Steve took point, his senses giving him a good warning as to what was ahead, while Fives watched their six.

Reaching the corner of what he believed was a barracks, Steve halted their progress to check ahead. With their path clear, he moved to their next cover, beneath one of those juggernaut tanks, as Umbarans patrolled only feet from their position.

Locking eyes with visor, the captain and ARC shared a nod, the later pressing a button on his gauntlet.

No sooner than he did, the detonators placed on the tree lit the tree up in an explosive fire that no doubt attracted the attention of every Umbaran on the base.

They watched the squads converging to the edge of the perimeter, leaving the fighters wide open for them. Steve and Fives ran for the fighters, until the former heard something around a corner. He beckoned with his left hand for Fives to slow down as Steve himself ran forward, waiting as the Umbaran walked in front of him.

One hand grabbed the rifle while the other threw a right hook into the helmet, shattering it so the gas can escape, but no sound could be made before his neck was grasped by Steve's grip, before one twist, and a crack was all that was heard. Fives moved beside him, sharing another nod before running to the chairs of two unoccupied fighters.

"How do these things work?" Steve inquired as he took off the pack and sat down in his own chair, Fives in another.

"Well, how should I know? Start pushing buttons." Fives shrugged.

Steve sighed. "Yes, because that always works." The Captain of the Howling Commandos pushed a button on the arm rest, and the ray shield surrounded him before he found himself rising up. "Shit!"

Screen projections came to life in front of him, as well as dizziness from the spinning he was unintentionally given. Steve saw the orbs around his hands, much like the other Umbaran pilots in the various vehicles he's seen.

Before he could test a theory, green blaster bolts hit the shields of his and Fives' fighters. "Okay, now I'm thankful these things have shields."

That problem resolved, Steve focused on steadying his hands, unsteadily sliding into a slot for the sphere containing himself. "I think I have it figured out. Keep your hands level, it controls your movements."

"You don't say." Fives mumbled as he steadied his hands, attaching his chair to rest of the fighter as well.

Both starfighters sprung to life and hovered over their Umbaran enemies. Steve raised his right hand but not the left, and found himself spinning to the militia, the wings swiping away the pale skinned humanoids in a fitting show of karma.

"That was for the 501st." Steve yelled at the Umbarans before levelling out again, and seeing in state no better than his own, his gun skidding across the ground. "Fives, raise your hands and level them out."

"How did you pick this up so fast? You're not even from this galaxy?" Fives followed the captain's advice, the spinning stopping while floating higher above the base.

It was Steve's turn to shrug. "I'm a quick study." Steve looked at his hands before gesturing with his fingers, and the laser cannon sprung to life. Rapid paced green energy bolts launched into more unused fighters and exploded on contact. With this knowledge, Steve turned to the rest of the Umbaran militia's vehicles, raining down fire on them so they could never be used again.

Fives' own whooping and laughing brought a giddiness out of Steve, as he laughed and cheered with him and at the outrageousness of the situation.

He was flying an alien spacecraft.

The guys would never believe him back home.

Releasing bolt after bolt into the base, destroying everything they set their eyes on with some very unusual flying techniques, Steve would admit, he and Fives turned the place orange and green from the explosions and resulting fire before hovering away to the edge of the base. "I think they got the message!"

"Now let's make this trip worth it." Fives' laughter died down, and both fighters flew to the scene of the battle.

It was mere moments before the two T-20 starfighters made it above the three Umbaran tanks, looking up with dark gleefulness at the sight of their air support.

They were sadly mistaken.

"Clear out, Captain."

"The Cavalry is here." Steve said as he and Fives gestured with their fingers.

Both fighters let loose endless streams of green bolts into the tanks, each hit causing a bigger explosion than the last. The Clones cleared out from the ensuing carnage while their air support flew erratically to avoid the cannon fire, even flipping upside down as they rained hell down on the Umbarans.

Fives and Steve turned their aim on one tank in particular, the bolts cutting through the armor and bring forth an explosion that lit up the shadowy world. "That's the stuff!"

"I got to get me one of these things!" Steve laughed as they destroyed another tank before the last one soon joined it's fellow Umbaran's fate.

The smile on his face didn't die as he and the ARC Trooper floated as if thrown in zero gravity, enjoying the moment as down below, the Clones of the 501st cheered with them, even firing into the air in celebration.

"Way to go, boys!"

"Yeah!"

"Atta boy, Steve!"

"All right, let's bring 'em home." Fives calmed down, Steve agreeing as they managed to steady themselves and launch back to the airbase.

Tatooine

Two words could be used to describe Bo-Katan's mood: relieved and concerned.

She was relieved because despite the size and firepower of the Pykes, no Mandalorians fell that day. Their armor was stronger than anything the Pykes had, but that did not mean they were invulnerable, something the Jedi were harshly reminded of when the Clone Wars started. For all the Mandalorians' skill, they were still vulnerable. However, their new ally quickened the pace of their victory. Despite what she believed in Blade's skill, she did not imagine he could clear out almost thirty Pykes by himself in record time, he could defeat them for sure, but not with such speed. Blade cleared through the three carriages and burst through the rest of them with little issue until he caught up and overlapped Bo-Katan and the rest of the boarding part, before stopping the train, all by himself.

All he had was a blaster and a sword.

Whatever expectations Bo-Katan had, Blade blew them away, and they had a trail of cargo attached to show for their efforts.

Then came the concerned part. After their last conversation, Blade joined them by the speedsters and refused to say a word, but his face, even behind the glareshades, told them he was not happy to say the least. Whenever she tried to speak up about it, Blade simply ignored her, which was hard for her to accept. The mission was a success, Blade earned the respect of all who witnessed his skill. What has set him in such a mood?

The rock formation protecting their camp came into view. Vizlsa's second in command hoped their guest's mood improved soon.

Speeding to a halt as they passed their sentries and settled in the center of the camp, they were met with the cheers of the Mandalorians who had not participated with the heist, away on some other mission for the cause to restore Mandalore to its true glory.

Bo-Katan would have soaked in the praise the squad were receiving, if she did not find Blade's back moving away, toward Pre Vizsla's tent.

Blade made no stops. As soon as he got off the speeder, he made his way to Vizsla's tent, pushing aside the flaps to find the man at the holotable.

Vizsla turned to him with a smile, ignorant to his true mood before turning back to the table. "Blade, it's good to see you've returned in one piece. I take it-" Whatever words Vizsla meant to speak were not to be, for his head was smashed against the holotable, creating cracks in the device before his head was pulled up again, a hand chopped his throat. Vizsla choked from the strike before finding himself being thrown from his tent, out into the sand.

His fury only grew as he whipped back around to his attacker, who parted the flaps with both hands. His coat and slugthrowers, as well as the rest of his peculiar gear returned to his person, but the glare on his face, even behind those shades, was what truly stood out.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Vizsla demanded as the Mandalorians gathered, aiming weapons at the once amiable guest.

Blade pointed his finger at the Death Watch leader. "You turned me into a fucking drug runner!"

Vizsla did not react. "We need the funds to support the cause."

"And that's supposed to make it better?!" Blade's fury knew no bounds. Despite everything he's done, Whistler taught him to have morals, and working as a drug mule is far from what the old man taught him.

"This isn't your world, your cause, what right do you have to judge us?!"

"You used me. I would have thought as warriors you would have some semblance of honor to be fucking straight with me!"

"You never asked what supplies we were taking." Vizsla defended, and in his own mind, it seemed to be enough, from what Blade saw. "Aside from that, we had a deal."

"Blade!" The Daywalker and Death Watch leader turned to see Bo-Katan run up between the two. She pleaded with the Vampire hunter. "I know you may feel deceived, but we need the credits the spice can provide."

"What sort of cause is worth ruining lives because of that poison?" Blade rebuked, and the Kryze woman had no reply. He may shun human contact most of the time, but he had allies, some he would consider friends. He had only a handful of those, some were not safe from the either Vampires, or gangs.

"Mandalore is worth everything." Vizsla said with no hesitation. "If you can't see that than perhaps, we were wrong to consider having you join us."

"Then maybe I just did myself a big fucking favor." Blade shot back heatedly.

"We had a deal."

"Drugs are a deal breaker."

Blade and Vizsla locked eyes, the Mandalorians surrounding the Daywalker with blasters aimed were tense. The wielder of the Darksaber sighed, disappointment in his eyes.

"…very well. For what it's worth, I'm sorry it came to this."

Quicker than the Mandalorians could expect, Vizsla drew his right WESTAR-35 and fired. Unfortunately, the Daywalker was faster, leaning to the side while drawing a shuriken, and launched it to the armored man. Raising his gauntlet, Vizsla's Beskar held up and deflected the thrown weapon, but his eyes widened as Blade suddenly was leaping toward him with a kick that planted against his chest, launching him back into the sand and rolling.

Blade made to march forward, but stopped to tilt his head to avoid a punch before grabbing the arm and sweeping the leg of the man who attacked him, sending him to his back when another raised their gun. His foot kicking the blaster away, Blade raised his other leg and kicked the second warrior into a pair of his buddies. More swarmed around him, the Daywalker growled at them all.

"NO!" They turned to find Pre Vizsla regaining his feet, his eyes locked on their guest. "He's mine."

Blade cracked his neck and stared at his challenger.

"Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice-skate uphill." He repeated the same thing he told Frost, telling Vizsla the futility of his efforts.

He didn't listen.

Vizsla's jetpack thrusted him into the air, with his blasters raining down on Blade. The hunter rolled to the side and quickly ran forward, avoiding yellow laser bolts as he did, before jumping toward the Mandalorian. Vizsla's jetpack brought him higher up, but he was low enough for Blade to grab his his foot, and the strength was enough to slam him down back into the sand. Not letting up, Vizsla tried to sweep Blade's leg, only for him to raise it up but backflip away from the flamethrower launched at him. Blade grabbed a silver stake and threw it forward, into the gauntlet. Before it could explode, Vizsla discarded the flame projector from his vambrace before he turned back and saw a flying punch meet his face, sending him reeling back before feeling rapid punches to his torso through his Beskar armor until a swing to his right cheek sent him flipping onto the ground. Not to be outdone, Vizsla raised his other gauntlet and launched his whipcord, wrapping around Blade until his jetpack launched him forward to meet the dark-skinned warrior's face with his knee, returning the favour and sending him to the sand.

Quickly getting back up with a kip-up, Blade then leaned back to avoid small sawblade projectiles aiming for his face. Standing tall again, the Daywalker and the Mandalorian glared hard at each other, the latter sporting a bruise on his right cheek. It was then the armored warrior reached his hand back and activated his sacred weapon.

Blade's eyes widened when in Vizsla's hand sprung an energy sword of some kind from the handle in his hand. It was a flat, black blade, with a light aura around it, with a slight curve at one point. Honestly, Blade had never seen anything like it. So this was the famous Darksaber.

"FOR MANDALORE!" Vizsla roared before charging.

Not wanting to touch the sword, Blade ducked, dodged, weaved and jumped out of its path. The high-pitched hum coming from it was warning enough, before the hunter capitalized on one of the Mandalorian's swings, grabbing his wrist in one hand and raising his own arm in the other, hyperextending the limb to force the weapon out of Vizsla's hand, letting the handle drop with the Darksaber deactivating before it hit the ground. Spinning around, Blade's elbow drove into Vizsla's face, sending the man stumbling back before the man who fell through the tear in the sky's jumping spin kick returned him to the sands of Tatooine.

Whatever move Blade intended to make after was stopped.

Explosions filled the air, and Blade was sent crashing back.

Umbara

With their last line of defense down and the base already damaged, taking over the Umbaran facility was a cake walk. Clones flooded the base as soon as the rest of the 501st were given the order, joining Rex' division. Now the men were forcing groups of Umbarans into their own cells as their base became a new staging point for the Grand Army of the Republic.

It was the first piece of good news they received since the campaign started.

"Despite Fives' flying, you two saved us all." Rex addressed Steve and Fives, the latter elbowing the super soldier.

"I was only doing what he told me."

Steve elbowed the ARC back. "Not my fault you're a bad student."

Jesse removed his helmet to smirk at the volunteer. "Guess that makes you a "super pilot" then."

Shaking his head at the bad joke, the Avenger said fondly. "I think I'll stick with being a soldier."

"Good answer." Hardcase clapped his back hard. On the injured shoulder. Steve grimaced and clutched his bad arm.

"Hardcase, that was the bad shoulder."

"Whoops! Ugh, my bad."

For this brief moment, Rex relaxed. They won a tough battle, lost many soldiers, but they pulled through. They would laugh for now, mourn later, and fight on afterwards.

"Captain, report."

If General Krell didn't make things worse.

"What is our situation?"

Rex approached and stood at attention. "General, we have taken the base and cut off enemy supply lines to the capital."

"Luck has smiled on you today, Captain." Krell said in a way that almost seemed like a compliment, it was impossible to tell with the Jedi. "Consider yourself fortunate."

Rex stepped closer. "It wasn't all luck, sir. A lot of men died to take this base."

"The price for such a victory. Perhaps someday you'll realize this." Krell said without sympathy as he crossed his arms.

Clenching his fist was all Rex could do.

"Or maybe you should realize that our near failure was a result of your command, Krell."

Rex closed his eyes. He should have ordered Steve to hide.

"You." Krell sneered as the human who walked forward until they were eye to eye, the Besalisk more than a foot taller than the captain. "I have not forgotten your insubordination. You would insult a Jedi General?"

"You're no general, you're a butcher, and more men would see that had you not sent them to their deaths in a plan only a child could think of." Steve glared back at the alien, whose eyes widened before narrowing in sheer rage.

"I have had enough of you, civilian." Krell jammed his large finger against Steve's chest and continued to do so with every sentence. "Consider this the end of the line, Rogers. You are court martialed! Insubordination. Talking back to a superior officer! Until confirmation of a trial is set, you shall-" Steve finally grabbed Krell's finger and squeezed, making the Jedi gasp.

"Volunteer." Steve growled, before he felt his throat tighten. He couldn't breathe as what felt like a vice grabbed his windpipe and squeezed, only a wheeze escaping him.

"STEVE!"

He felt his feet leave the ground and begin to raise up in the air when his blue eyes looked down and saw Krell. The alien was glaring at him with murderous intent, and one of the three arms Steve did not grab was gesturing as if the Jedi was gripping his throat.

But what Steve set off was the arrogance in Krell's eyes, the superiority, the abuse of power. Even as he felt his throat being crushed, Steve felt a burst of energy, his burned hand lashed out and grabbed Krell by his own throat, the Besalisk's eyes' widening in shock as he too felt his neck being crushed.

Steve's other hand grabbed Krell's neck, and he used his grip to pull him close and pushed his own helmeted head forward, his forehead smashing between Krell's eyes, making the Jedi cry out and fall to his back from the force.

Steve himself felt his throat release and whatever invisible power raising him left, causing him to hit the ground, coughing, but he still glared at the downed Jedi.

"Now you have a reason to arrest me."

He heard the Clones begin to surround, with a blaster aimed at his head, he tilted his head up, to his disappointment, he found Dogma.

Krell got back to his feet, his yellow eyes blazed in a fury. "ARREST HIM! TAKE HIM TO A CELL!"

"Hardcase, Kix!" Rex ordered the two Clones, who looked at him in shock, before he gestured to the downed Steve.

The two understood and helped him to his feet, grabbing an arm each. "Take him to the cells, have him put far from the Umbarans."

The two Clones nodded, and helped Steve move to the central building, but not before the super soldier had them stop, and turn to Rex.

"I don't regret what I did. Remember, you have a choice. Stop him before it goes too far."

Those blue eyes still shined with honesty and care, even when the pain engulfed him all over, he thought of us. Rex was speechless as he saw the man carried away, for his own safety rather than Krell's orders.

Speaking of the general, he turned Rex around and jabbed his uninjured finger into his chest. "I want around the clock guard shifts watching that man! No one is permitted to speak to him without MY authorization! Call the admiral, I want this traitor executed before this campaign is finished!"

With a huff, the Besalisk turned on his heel and stomped away, with wounded pride, and a bloodied nose.

"Steve is the reason a lot of us are alive! We wouldn't have this base if it wasn't for him!" Fives defended their volunteer.

"He assaulted the general, he was lucky not to be executed on the spot." Dogma rebuked the ARC, which turned the older Clone's anger on him.

"You're gonna defend him after what he did? What he said?! Steve was saving our necks out there!" Fives made to rush Dogma, had his captain not put himself between them.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Rex ordered the last surviving member of Domino Squad. The fire in Fives' eyes did not die down, but his body relaxed in a way he knew he wouldn't charge Dogma, even if many other troopers watching them now felt the same. Rex laid a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Steve fought for us, the last thing he would want is to fight each other."

"But he-"

"It now means that we have to fight for him." Rex squeezed Fives' shoulder. "Trust me, Fives, we don't abandon our own."

And this beast is done as well.

Once more, thanks a lot to Brainstorm Sorcerer and gussygus28 for their help with this chapter, the former also doing the SW scenes and the Satan Claw scene for me, while the latter gave a basic outline for the musical, and to Stand with Ward and Queen for some suggestions, couldn't have done this without them.

So, the Buffyverse musical episode has started, and Dean, Sam, Eliot, Oliver and Clark are part of it, as well as Sora from Kingdom Hearts!

For Kingdom Hearts, this is between Kingdom Hearts II and Dream Drop Distance (Coded doesn't really matter that much), and so Sora has the KH II outfit, plus Ventus', Roxas' and Xion's hearts still reside within him, and they're affected by Sweet's powers as much as Sora himself is.

The songs for the Buffyverse characters remain the same, and any ones not seen on-screen happened just like in canon.

Dean, Sam and Buffy sang an altered version of 'Awake and Alive' by Skillet, while Clark and the crowd he saved sang a combination of 'Hero' by Skillet and 'Somebody Save Me' by Remy Zero, which is the Smallville intro song so it HAD to be here!

For Ventus' song through Sora, there is a YouTube channel run by this lady called 'Lizz Robinett' who has made her lyrics to various KH character theme songs, and the lyrics all fit perfectly, and that's where the lyrics for Ventus' song came from, and the others will be from there too, so thank you to her.

I highly recommend her KH music videos, they're all amazing and perfect.

Ventus' theme song, though, was from Aqua's POV in that she sings this as a lullaby to him after putting him in Castle Oblivion, so I'd to change the lyrics, but the rest are all from the characters' POV, so those will have the same lyrics.

Plus, Kingdom Hearts is a crossover between Disney and Final Fantasy pretty much, and characters sing in Disney movies all the time, so that makes Sora being here all the more fitting.

Any other original songs are AI generated because I'm not a musician, as much as I wish I was.

Dean's and Sam's story of how they fought their first God was taken from the SPN novel titled 'Mythmaker'.

While in the Star Wars Universe, Steve has been arrested after beating up the bastard Krell, and Blade and the Death Watch are finally at odds.

Rambo, on the other hand, fought a Predator, and thank you to Brainstorm Sorcerer and gussygus28 for suggestions there as well. The fight was a combination of the ones in Predator 1987 and the 2022 Prey, as they're the only ones I've seen. 'Predator' 1987 is a masterpiece, and I thought 'Prey' was fine.

And, whatever Earth the Predator was from, on that Earth, the first movie is currently happening at the same time as Rambo and Predator fought.

Rambo's mother is from the Navajo Nation, and its said he grew up there, so figured this would be a fun plot.

The Mexican Cartels are the same one we saw in 'Rambo: Last Blood', and they've been slaughtered here, including Victor and Hugo, who was seen dying in this chapter. Because of this, the plot of 'Last Blood' will never happen now.

So now Arnie and Sly have both fought a Predator.

But now he is knocked out and Coulson, Bobbi and Melinda have taken him for treatment.

While the Fantastic Four finally had their accident!

The hunter Oliver Queen from 'Supernatural' is my own original idea. Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki and Stephen Amell have said they've wanted a SPN/Arrow crossover quite a bit, so I thought it'd be fun to have a hunter Oliver Queen in the SPN world, with his specialty being bow and arrows, and he is the doppelganger to Amell's version. Would have been fun if SPN had Amell play such a character sometime, with a different name of course.

Lee was Christian Kane's character in SPN Season 15.

Imagine Wes Studi as Chief Chayton, thank you to Brainstorm Sorcerer for the suggestion.

For the cameos, for Dean and Sam, they saw- Hellboy from Del Toro 'Hellboy' film series, Spawn from Image Comics, Swamp Thing from the 'Swamp Thing' TV Series, Master Chief from the 'Halo' video game series, Bumblebee from the 'Transformers' franchise, Mario and Luigi from the 'Super Mario' franchise, Sonic from the 'Sonic the Hedgehog' franchise, Victor Crowley from the 'Hatchet' film series, and finally Spike from Buffyverse before falling into Buffyverse.

For Eliot and Oliver, the cameos were- Batman from 'The Batman' 2004 cartoon, Spider-Man from 'The Spectacular Spider-Man' cartoon, John Wick from the 'John Wick' series, and finally Angel from Buffyverse before ending up in Buffyverse.

And Clark saw- The Witch-King of Angmar from 'The Return of the King' 1980 animated film (made long before Peter Jackson's masterpiece LOTR Trilogy), Mega Man from the 'Mega Man' video game franchise, Avatar Aang from 'Avatar: The Last Airbender' cartoon, Homelander from 'The Boys', Omni-Man from 'Invincible', Metro Man from 'Megamind', and finally Sahjhan from the Buffyverse (he'd be around right now as Angel Season 3 is ongoing) before ending up in Buffyverse. Since its Superman, decided he must see his 2 evil parodies (Homelander and Omni-Man), as well as the good parody (Metro Man).

Hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with another chapter.