Age 737, Friday, December 30th 1988
They sped across the vast expanse of the Egyptian desert in their newly acquired bus, the hot wind whipping through their hair. As Joseph brought the vehicle to a halt and stepped out, he announced, "We're meeting someone here."
All eyes turned skyward as a helicopter descended from above. "It's a helicopter!" exclaimed Polnareff, his excitement palpable.
"No need to state the obvious," remarked Kakyoin dryly. "It belongs to the Speedwagon Foundation. Looks like they're searching for a place to land," Joseph explained.
"Don't tell me it's another Stand user here to help us," Nappa grumbled.
"Indeed it is," confirmed Joseph as the helicopter touched down. Jotaro opened the door cautiously, and they peered inside. "Where are they?" inquired Jotaro.
"There," Joseph pointed, and out popped a dog from a bag. "What, behind the dog?" Kakyoin questioned.
"No, the dog itself is the Stand user," Joseph clarified. "Hey, old man, I think they left them back in America," Jotaro remarked skeptically.
"Nope, he is the Stand user," Joseph reiterated. "Looks like fodder to me," Nappa remarked dismissively. "Anyway, I'm going to pet it," declared Polnareff, reaching out tentatively.
But as Polnareff extended his hand, the dog, named Iggy, leaped forward, barking furiously. "His name is Iggy, and his Stand's Tarot card is The Fool," Joseph explained.
"Sounds like a lame card to me," scoffed Polnareff just as Iggy snatched a handful of his hair, causing him to yelp in surprise. "Oh, I should mention. When he rips people's hair out, he sorta likes to..." Joseph began, but before he could finish, Iggy released a foul stench in Polnareff's face, leaving him recoiling in disgust.
"You little mutt! You're gonna pay for that!" Polnareff exclaimed angrily, rising to his feet. An aura surrounded him as he summoned his Stand, Silver Chariot. Meanwhile, Iggy kicked off Polnareff's face and executed a graceful backflip onto the ground, baring his teeth menacingly.
The sand stirred as it coalesced into a formidable creature behind Iggy, taking on the form of a towering dog with wheels for hind legs. Its imposing presence loomed over the group, emitting a menacing bark that echoed across the desert.
"So, that's The Fool," observed Jotaro, his gaze fixed on the sand-formed Stand. One of the pilots handed Joseph a camera while the other set down supplies for the journey. "Here is supplies, a change of clothes, first aid and here is a camera for your stand." said the pilot. "Hey, how about we take a picture to show how far we have gone." said Joseph. Joseph handed the camera to the pilot as he picked up Iggy. in a semi circle around joseph is on the ground holding Iggy the dog in his lap while ponareff sits beside him lifting Joseph's chin, starting from the left of the semi circle, leek, borgos, shugesh, tora, bardock, fasha with jotaro hands around her hips, sadao. kakyoin, avdol, taro nappa, zorn, beets and paragus finishing the semi circle.
After the picture, Kakyoin was still arguing "We encountered an orangutan Stand user back in Singapore, but..." Kakyoin trailed off, his thoughts interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Their attention shifted towards the source of the noise, forgetting momentarily about The Fool as they focused on the approaching figure. "There seems to be a ki signature ahead, just waiting for us," remarked Bardock, his senses keenly attuned to the presence of others.
"Must be an enemy Stand user up ahead," Jotaro deduced, his stance ready for confrontation.
As they ventured towards the sound, they spotted a man standing on a ledge, his eyes closed in concentration. "I guess they found the Great N'doul, eh?" N'doul remarked casually as he picked up his cane and tapped it against the ground. A fly buzzed by his ear, and with a swift motion, he attempted to catch it between his fingers, but it slipped away.
"So close. I almost caught it this time," N'doul muttered to himself, his focus momentarily diverted. "Just a bit more practice and... The Tsetse Fly. It's because of these flies that Joestar and his friends uncovered Master Dio's location in Egypt..."
Suddenly, the pounding footsteps drew closer, and N'doul's senses went on high alert. "Get the enemy Stand user," he heard someone command.
With swift reflexes, N'doul summoned his Stand to defend himself, the water struck someone and before he knew it something struck him, sending him crashing to the ground, his body wracked with pain.
N'doul lay there motionless, the pain of his injuries coursing through his body. But then, the sounds around him shifted, and he found himself in a disorienting new environment. He opened his eyes, The glare of a chandelier blinded him momentarily as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. Slowly, his vision adjusted, revealing that he was in what appeared to be an office, though everything seemed magnified in size.
A voice pierced through the confusion, addressing him by name. "N'doul, welcome to the other world," the voice intoned. It belonged to a towering red demon dressed in a suit, seated behind an imposing desk crafted from mahogany and piled high with stacks of papers. "Forgive me, my name is King Yama, the one and only. I am here to review your life's work and determine your fate in the afterlife."
N'doul's heart raced as King Yama flipped through the papers before him, his actions in service to Dio laid bare for judgment. The verdict was swift and unforgiving. "Your loyalty to Dio was unwavering, but your actions caused suffering and chaos," King Yama declared solemnly. "For your deeds, you shall wander HFIL blindfolded, forever seeking redemption through the empathy and understanding you lacked in life."
With a resounding bang of his gavel, King Yama sealed N'doul's fate. A blindfold was placed over his eyes, symbolizing his eternal blindness to the consequences of his actions. As darkness enveloped him once more, N'doul felt a pang of regret for the life he had led.
King Yama chuckled darkly, reveling in the irony of granting N'doul a brief glimpse of sight, only to condemn him to eternal blindness once again. It was a fate befitting one who had sown chaos and suffering in his wake.
Polnareff cradled Kakyoin's body in his arms, his heart heavy with grief and despair. The once vibrant and cheerful Kakyoin now lay motionless, his eyes slashed vertically down his face, a cruel and irreversible injury inflicted upon him by the enemy stand user.
"Kakyoin, he got Kakyoin's eyes," Polnareff shouted, his voice choked with emotion as he held his fallen comrade close. With each step, Polnareff's burden felt heavier, a weight that threatened to crush him under its immense sorrow.
Determined to honor Kakyoin's sacrifice, Polnareff made his way to the waiting helicopter, his every movement a testament to his unwavering resolve. "Take him back to New Vegeta, heal his eyes," Polnareff pleaded with the pilots, his voice trembling with desperation.
The pilots nodded solemnly, understanding the urgency of the situation. As the helicopter slowly lifted off the ground, Polnareff watched with tear-filled eyes as Kakyoin's body disappeared into the distance, a silent prayer on his lips for his friend's swift recovery.
They all went back to the bus as Iggy took a seat to himself as they gave him coffee gum his favorite snack. As they drove off to the next destination. Leaving behind N'doul buried in the sand with his cane as a headstone.