We did this to save humanity. We knew something like this would happen. You see, Pixels and ADAM are not so different. The most brilliant scientists of the 19th century discovered ADAM, among them was Frank Fontane. a sociopath who would go on to kill many people in the city below the sea. This city was founded by the scientists. It was the greatest city ever. Then one day corruption bled into it. Fontane killed most of the citizens of the city who weren't spliced to some extent. Then as a last ditch measure in the year 1933, the city was sealed off from the outside world, the path would only be revealed to he who found the parchment with its location. In an odd twist, it was recycled, into a bottlecap. Around the same time this bottle cap was made, 1994, the scientists who werent locked in rapture created something from the base ADAM research. Something we now know as Pixels. Pixels are exactly like EVE (ADAM which refeuls plasmid ADAM, essentially Plasmid ADAM but in concentrated amounts.) These Pixels were unlike our current pixels, however. These pixels were too evil. Too deadly, glomming onto humans and possessing their brains and their souls. These humans formed a cult, and became attoned with hell. They exist to this day, hiding in the shadows of humanity. The remaining portion of these pixels were locked away in a prototype pixel robot. ADAM and Pixels are the most dangerous weapon our world has ever faced. It was our fault. We funded the research. We knew a war would come, so we secured an Alien from that asteroid. It escaped. This war was our fault, but we did this to save humanity. We captured the alien to save humanity..... If you are listening to his, the world may be locked in war- N-no... stay back! DONT COME CLOSER NOOOO- Omeano Requiem Ohlesano Cinwe Gono Requiem Your soul belongs to us. It has always belonged to us. NOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO NO HELP ME GO-

--PDG Last transmission log, Earth Headquarters, Head Researcher Mark Thomson

~Crazy ass electric guitar music plays as Nintendofreak and Kane clash in a frenzy of DBZ-punches and kicks as they fly through ceilings to the upper levels. Nintendofreak lands a flaming right-hook on Kane's face which scorches it black. In a fit of rage Kane grasps Nintendofreak's cape and goes into a furious deathspin, knocking Nintendofreak into walls, cement pillars, explosive crates, and giant barrels of creamcheese (mandatory for any space exploration). Kane makes it to the boiler room (surprisingly in the upper part of the ship) and scrapes Nintendofreak's ragged body across the ground then flings him into a brass steam-pipe which breaks and falls alongside Nintendofreak to the ground. Nintendofreak regains conciousness while Kane sprints toward him with sword in hand. Kane lifts his sword to deliver the deathblow before Nintendofreak knocks the wind out of him with a strong punch to the gut. Nintendofreak rolls behind Kane as he staggers. When Kane turns around his face is met with the broken brass pipe.~

Nintendofreak: That was a pretty large paragraph

Kane: Yes, but the fight ain't over yet!

Nintendofreak: It seems over to me

Kane: It does?

~Nintendofreak smacks Kane over the head with the pipe which launches him into a boiler~

Nintendofreak: Yes

*laugh track lays*

Nintendofreak: What was that?

Nintendofreak #2: I don't know..........

Nintendofreak: Ahhh! ~Beats the second Nintendofreak to death with brass pipe~ No more duplicates!!

???: Could'nt have said it better myself!

Nintendofreak: Oh shi~The boiler starts steaming and sputtering, dents start protruding out of it as it starts iving off a high pitched squealling sound. Evil laughter is heard from the inside before the entire boiler explodes in a gargantuant fiery fireball of fiery deathly fire-doom. An enflamed Kane slowly walks out of the flaming fireball of flamey fiery fire.......Of doom!~ God damnit, now YOU have fire powers too?! Ugh, the writers can't come up with anything original, huh?

Kane: Not really, no. NOW HOLD STILL WHILE I GO APE ON YOU, CARNIVAL STYLE!

Nintendofreak: But I don't like bananas!

~Pa-dum-PSCH!~

~Kane places his palms over/under eachother and creats a ball of fiery fire as he draws his arms to his side~

Kane: SuperfierytotallynotaDBZripoff Attack! ~SHOOP DA WHOOP!!!~

Nintendofreak: Oh...........Fu ~Is hit with giant fiery beam of plasma fire and doom. The blast sends him through several hallways~

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Soldier: Graaaaawwwwwrrrr!!!!

Retro: "Graaaaaaaaawwwwwrrrrr!!!!" yourself! ~Beats soldier over the head with an adam mallet~

???: Guys!

~Fera is seen running toward Retro and Andrew in the dark hallway they're in, but a very large soldier (easily taller than Shaq) blocks her way~

Giganto: Hur hur, I'mma gonna make you squeal like a lil' piggy!

Fera: Eek! ~Fera ducks and covers her head in fear. Giganto lifts his giant axe, ready to split Fera in two~

Retro smacking another Soldier upside the head: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

~Retro runs towards Fera in slow motion~

Andrew: Dude! Run faster!

~Retro runs in fast motion towards Fera, leaps and lands a couple yards away~

Retro: F***

~Giganto thrusts his axe down on Fera.........But..........Nothing happens?!~

Giganto: What the? ~Giganto thrusts his axe down at Fera again but he suddenly stops~ Hrm.......I........C-can't......M.........Move....

~Fera glows purple, Giganto suddenly slams into the wall, then the other side, then the other side again, he spins around in mid air, and then is thrust into the ceiling. Retro and Andrew's mouths gape in awe. Fera comes out of her crouched position to see what happened.~

Fera: W-Where'd that one guy go?!

~Retro and Andrew are still gaping in disbelief. A soldier creeps up behind Retro who kicks the soldier in the groin while keeping the same awe filled face. The soldier falls to the ground, whining and holding his groin. Retro stands up and begins to walk over to Fera. Before he can embrace her in a hug, Nintendofreak crashes through a door at the end of the hallway, Fera ducks in time for Nintendofreak to miss her and collide with Retro's face ending in a kiss before the two sprawl to the floor. Retro sits up, spits and wipes his toungue with his hands~

Nintendofreak: Does this mean you'll buy me dinner?

Retro: You know, I was really enjoying you not being here

Nintendofreak: I get that alot

Kane: Yeah, and now you're going to get alot more, and by alot more, I mean alot more pain, and by alot more pain, I mean KILL THEM MY PRECIOUS KILLBOTS OF KILLY DEATHLY DOOM!

~Kane presses a button on a remote which sends hundreds of spider-like robots with buzzsaws and machine guns after the quadruplet~

Andrew: LET'S GET THE FUDGE OUT OF HERE!

~The four take off down a corridore as Kane laughs maniachly~

Retro: How much farther?!

Andrew: We should be in the generator room in a couple-

Nintendofreak: We're here!

~The four look on at a very small gas-powered generator in a very, very dimmly lit room~

Fera: Is that it?!

Retro: This'll be a sna~more lights activate throughout the room which uncovers a gargantuant Power Generator~

Nintendofreak: You were saying?

Andrew: Well standing around isn't going to get anything done, c'mon!

~The rush towards the computer which regulates the generator~

Andrew typing on keyboard: Okay, now to reverse the polarity of the Generators thus causing the energy it gives off to build upon itself until it overloads and destroys the ship!

~The computer screen goes blank and the words Tetris appear on the screen~

Andrew: Oh snap....

Retro: What?

Andrew: I don't know how to play Tetris!

Retro & Nintendofreak: Neither do we!!

Fera: I do!

Andrew: I guess you're not a useless character afterall, fine, you take over, but remember, if you fail the entire universe is lost

Fera: Gee, thanks for the peptalk....

~A montage starts ith "Push it" playing as Fera presses the start button~

Push it to the limit
Walk along the razor's edge
but don't look down, just keep your head
and you'll be finished

Open up the limit
past the point of no return
You've reached the top but still you gotta learn
how to keep it

Hit the wheel and double the stakes
throttle wide open like a bat out of hell
and you crash the gates
(crash the gates)

Going for the back of beyond
Nothing gonna stop you
there's nothing that strong
So close now you're nearly at the brink
so, push it

(Ooo yeah)

Welcome to the limit
(The limit)
Take it maybe one step more
The power game's still playing so
you better win it


~The score counter keeps rising until it reaches 10 thousand~

Computer: Password correct, reversing polarity output

~The generator starts sputtering as electricity starts jumping around it~

Retro: I think it's time to leave!

Andrew: There's a fighter port not far from here, we can hijack one

Nintendofreak: Well move your ass! Don't just stand there!

~The killbots serround the quadruplet~

Kane: You're not going anywhere! This ship may go down but you're going with it!

Fera: What do we do?

Retro: Go

Fera: WHAT?!

Retro: Go now! We'll hold him off!

Nintendofreak flicking nose: Don't worry babe, we got this

Retro: Andrew, how long do you think we have?

Andrew: About 7 minutes

Retro: Take Fera, get a ransport and wait, if we're not there in 6 minutes then get out of there

Fera: I won't leave you!

Retro: GO!

~Andrew shoots several robots to make a path to a door, grabs Fera and runs~

Kane: Where do you think you're going?! Killbots! Destroy the~Is hit in the face with a rock~

Nintendofreak: Hey Kane, I believe we still got some bussiness to settle!

Retro energizing his pixels: You ready?

Nintendofreak engulfed in fire: Just try to keep up

Kane: Kill them! Kill them both! Bring me their pelts!

~Killbots move in on the two, in a circle. Retro and Nintendofreak nod at eachother. Retro flips behind Nintendofreak so they're back to back. The killbots charge at the two as they unleash a barrage of fire and pixel pullets in a circular motion. Retro leaps into a crowd of bots and morphs his arms into chainsaws and starts hacking away at the bots. Nintendofreak leaps to the other side of the room and plants his sword into the ground, he starts running around it in a circle until it duplicates Neo (you know, where he's on the pole running on the Smiths). Retro and Nintendofreak rush towards eachother at mach 1 and lock arms while unleashing more fire and pixels whichs sweap the entire floor of the room and kill the rest of the killbots of killy doomy killness~

Kane: GOD DAMNIT!

~Kane englufs himself in blue flames which distorts the air around him and slightly melts the floor he stands on. He then unleashes fiery blue deathballs of fiery doom on Nintendofreak and Retro. The two dodge several balls of flamey doom but one hits Retro in the leg~

Retro: F***!

~Kane laughs furiously as he continues to fire doomballs at Nintendofreak. Retro notices a squirming robot leg next to him and throws it near a Kane. The shiny object distracts Kane long enough for Nintendofreak to grab a robot's corpse and smack Kane upside the head which sends him into the out of control generator, electrocuting him, he screams in pain for several seconds until he falls unconcious.~

Nintendofreak: Thanks, partner in crime!

Retro: No problem, now let's get to Fera

Nintendofreak: Can you walk?

Retro: I don't think so, you're going to have to carry me

Nintendofreak: God damnit......

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~Andrew and Fera have gotten hold of a fairly fast looking jet fighter~

Andrew: Damnit! If we wait any longer we're doomed!

Fera: We can't leave them!

Andrew: We have to lest we get blown to kingdom come!

Retro: Andrew! Start the plane Andrew! Get it up!

~Nintendofreak is seen gasping for air as he frantically tries to run while supporting Retro's weight. The plane begins moving faster and faster~

Retro whiping Nintendofreak: Hyaaah! Faster! Go faster!

Nintendofreak: What do you think I'm trying to do?!

Retro: I think you're being lazy and not giving your 110%!

Andrew: They're not gonna make it!

Fera: They'll make it!

~The Jet leaves the hanger just as Nintendofreak leaps into the closing cockpit~

Retro: Man that was a close one!

Nintendofreak: Naw, you think?

~Back in the generator room, Kane slowly gains conciousness and fires away in a fury of fiery fire not realizing Nintendofreak is gone. Kane turns around to see the generator, spurting and zapping electricity everywhere, giving off a noisy and high-pitched sound~

Kane: I really hate that kid.....

~The quadruplet look back at the flagship as an explosion rips it in two, then several small explosions appear across the entire vessal until it explodes in a giant nuclear explosion of explosiony doom. The remaining Legion ships retreat from the battle~

Nintendofreak: Looks like that did it

Retro: Where do we go now?

Andrew: I think the boss would want to see you again, Retro, maybe you should pay him a visit

Retro: I was worried you'd say that......

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~Clyde pounds his chair as he watches the retreating Legion forces~

Clyde: GOD F***ING DAMNIT!! THAT'S IT! I'M NOT TAKING ANYMORE CHANCES!! SANDERS!!!

C. Sanders: Y-yes sir?

Clyde: Prepare to launch the MGL-OU2!

C. Sanders: B-but it hasn't been tested! We don't have full control of it!!

Clyde: Question me and I'll have your head!!

C. Sanders: Y-y-yes sir, c-coordinates?

Clyde: Set the course for the PDG space-station!!! I WILL NOT BE DENYED!!! MY PLAN WILL NOT FAIL!!!

OoC: Back on track baby! Anyway, the WGL-OU2 isn't the original Metal Gear they found in Rapture, it's a copy of it

~The escape pod's thrusters kick in, as it heads for the battered PDG space station. Retro lays down on a bench while Fera tends to his leg wound.~

Andrew: ~Turning around after looking back as the Legion flagship for any ships following~ Alright, looks like we're in the clear-

~He turns to see Retro holding up a small pixel-formed gun towards his head.~

Retro: Not yet, we're not.

Andrew: What!?

~Retro struggles to get up but falls on Fera, who catches him.~

Retro: There won't be any need to hide it, I know what you're planning on doing. As soon as we get to the PDG station, you're going to turn us in, right?

Nintendofreak: The plot thickens!

Andrew: You know how hard it is for me to play dumb, so I'll be honest with you. Yes, I was planning on handing you over to the boss...at first.

Retro: At first?

Andrew: Up until now, the entire PDG thought you had betrayed us. You and Orter both. But now I can see why P.exe.l came back to you, because of the life you gave him.

Retro: Eh, refresh my memory. It's not in my contract to reveal all of my back-story myself.

Andrew: After working on Project: Pixel, it became clear to both of you that they needed life forms to draw out their power, so you stuck it to a bunch of guinea pigs and watched them monstrously transform into these...what's the word? Mutants. You then tested it on a stray robot with advanced technology that drifted near the space station one day, and for some reason, it mixed with whatever was in that robot to create adaptable DNA that you could inject or directly attached to people. But for some reason, that robot vanished after we sent the test samples to Earth.

Retro: ~Yawn~ You sure seem know a lot for someone who wasn't even there.

Andrew: Sorry, a higher-up kept telling me to disclose this information in your presence for some odd reason. Anyway! Now you know...or at least, you're reminded of what happened. But that was a little useful for anyone who didn't know.

Nintendofreak: Shut up! Consistency isn't that important!

Andrew: ~Punches Nintendofreak in the jaw~ It is if you've bothered to do it this whole time! ...I think.

Fera: And you still haven't mentioned how you two know eachother.

Retro: I'm seriously waiting for some comedy to come into this post any time now. Everyone in this post sucks except me! ~tee hee~ and Fera.

Fera: Take me now you crippled stud! ~Both hold each other in passion and make out.~

Nintendofreak: Oh dear...my sanity, it's broken.

Andrew: Hey, guys?

Retro: Can't you see I'm having a moment!?

Andrew: Well it's just that-

~Escape pod crashes into the side of the PDG space station, causing everyone to fly forward and hit the wall. But on the bright side, the pod crashed right inside the general's chambers. ~

Andrew: Anyway, looks like it's time we both saw the boss. ~Jumps out of the hole into the chambers.~

Retro: It wasn't even loaded! ~Tosses gun in a well placed trash bin next to him~ Gah, fine, I guess there's no avoiding this now.

Nintendofreak: Not unless we just kill them all and leave with another giant explosion chasing us!

Retro: That's stupid- Let's do it! We haven't done something that fun in a while.

Fera: Like, 20 minutes.

Retro: Yeah, a while.

~Nintendofreak stumbles out of the pod after tripping over his cape. Retro tries to walk without help but also stumbles and lands on top of him. Fera slaps her hand to her face and walks down the rubble in embarrassment as dozens of PDG soldiers, including the general, stare at them.~

Retro: ~Whispering~ Don't let them know I'm crippled at any cost, alright!?

Nintendofreak: Your secret is safe with me, pal!

Retro: That's what I'm afraid of. ~Wobbles to his feet, ignoring the harsh pain, and pushing Fera away, who tries to help him.~

PDGeneral: And...to whom do I owe the honor of these intruders?

~Andrew steps forward~

Andrew: I found them on one of the Legion flagships. Of course I had to rescue all of them myself, sir.

Retro: What!?

~The PDGeneral stares at Retro for a second and seems troubled by the sight of him.~

PDGeneral: ...Hmm, so they helped you destroy the flagship, correct?

Andrew: More or less, sir. The forces then retreated soon after.

PDGeneral: Very good then, Andrew. I guess it's only fair I reward you for your efforts.

Retro: I can't believe this...

~The general unsheathes his coveted sword and holds it straight out in front of him. Andrew walks up to him and kneels down on his right knee, waiting to be knighted.~

PDGeneral: For your efforts and bravery securing the line, I, General Exaihnobotuh, knight you.

~Andrew smiles and closes his eyes, but then opens them wide again a split second later when the sword stabs through his back and out the front of him.~

PDGeneral: And one more thing: your foolishness.

~The general removes the blade and Andrew falls forward, hitting the ground. He throws off his giant, judge like costume to reveal a polished teal armor, with twin axes at his sides. He takes off one and holds it out at the group shocked in front of him. ~

Leaven: FIRE!

~The PDG soldiers, in fact CIA agents in disguise, open fire with their weaponry. Retro grabs both of his teammates and forces them to the ground. Taking a bullet in his other leg and his right shoulder, he forms a quick smoke bomb out of pixels and throws it hard at the ground in front of them, causing an immediate thick fog.~

Leaven: Hold! HOLD I SAY!

~The gunfire stops, and when the smoke clears, the three are gone. Leaven looks around the room frantically, and notices the door on the far side of the room shutting. He orders every single soldier in the room to that single hallway, and then follows after securing his helmet. Meanwhile behind Leaven's (or the dead general's) very throne, Retro and the group lay hiding until the coast is clear.~

Nintendofreak: ~Checking around the corner of the huge chair~Didn't see that comin', looks like we got our work cut out for us eh? Whoa, Retro, you don't look so good.

Retro: I can't walk anymore, a bullet hit my only good leg, so one of you will have to carry me while we get out of here.

Fera: Rock paper scissors?

Nintendofreak: Why bother? You have psychic powers.

Fera: ~Chuckle~ Oh yeah, I do, don't I?

Retro: Heh, how'd you get those anyway?

Fera: I suppose the last author was just feeling generous, and wanted to give me more powers.

Nintendofreak: Well now that you're the only one who isn't bearing dead weight (Retro: Hey!) I guess you'll be the one to fight off their forces.

Fera: No problem!

~Both glare at her.~

Fera: You two worry too much, it's impossible for anything to happen to a pregnant woman! ...I think.

~Retro and Nintendofreak exchange more awkward glances.~

Fera: Fine! I'll just show you what I can...what is it?

~Fera follows Retro and Nintendofreaks looks to meet a group of soldiers who were eavesdropping on them.~

Fera: ~Throws both arms into the air~ By the heavens, I demand more powers!

~A lightning bolt strikes as from out of nowhere and hits Fera, who emerges unscathed, but with flaming chainsaw/gattling guns in both hands, and a blood soaked headband tied to her. The guards look at each other uneasily, backing away while holding their guns at her shakily.~

Fera: Eat fire lead you scum bags!

~In slow motion, Fera unleashes hell onto that unlucky squad of CIA guards. Blood spattering on her face as she grins and watches their bodies disintegrate into the floor. One guard, miraculously, doesn't get hit...much, and tries to crawl away as fast as he can, but falls limp as the chainsaw enters his back. After the massacre, Fera blows the smoke off of her guns and motions for the others to follow her as they head down the opposite corridor.~

Retro: ~Sniff~ So...beautiful.

*NF, Retro and fera run out of the general's chamber, and begin to head to the well marked docking bay, presented by Nestle. They walk through a long hall of portraits of former PDGeneral's, ranging from a catfish, to a *

Fera: These portraits are beautiful. *sniff*

Nintendofreak: If only Director were here...

*Nintendofreak pulls out a sock puppet, coloured purple with two googley eyes. It is wearing a red bow tie*

Nintendofreak: Hey Director!

Puppet D: Hey there kids!

Nintendofreak: director what do you think of these paintings- NO DON'T DRINK THAT!

*Puppet Director drinks an imaginary substance, and turns into Sock puppet Fontane.*

Sock Fontane: You been a peach kid.

*Sock puppet Fontane shoots through the PDG roof, NF begins to cry.... until he pulls out a second Director sock puppet*

Retro: You ok over there?

NF: FINE HAHHAHAH

*as the group reaches the docking bay, the doors seal shut, Fera grabs Retro, and the ship begins to play a message*

Ship: Cargo 9-Z released, closing all doors. Auto destruction sequence activated, T minus ten minutes until auto destruction.

Retro: I f*cking hate the PDG.

*several loud screeching sounds come from the air ducts. Moments later, the doors to the docking bay start to get bashed down.*

Retro: 9-Z sounds familiar...

NF: *crawls up into ball* Alienalienalienalienaleinalien.

~~~

*Elsewhere, on the newly floating New York, Doc Hatchet, Killface, and Barnaby Jones are standing on the Annialatrix.*

Killface: DAMNIT BARNABY!

Doc Hatchet: DAMN IT

BARNABY

Barnaby: damnit..






BARNABY

Doc Hatchet: We're all the way up in SPACE! there are demons flooding over new york, and now space, who knows whats up in space! clyde could be in s-

barnaby

Barnaby: I DIDN'T DO IT!

OoC: *sigh* Damn my anal retentiveness for continuity.

*The general's chamber is the scene of this... scene, focused on Andrew's corpse when a familiar figure hovers down to the ground right beside the corpse*

KoD: Bleh, I shouldn't have come back. Getting roped back into reaping... come to think of it, it wasn't even actually ME the first time I did any reaping... whatever. *prods Andrew's corpse* You, get up.

Andrew: *his spirit floats out of his stabbed body* Wha... what's going?

KoD: You're dead. You got stabbed in the back quite literally and now I've come to take you away.

Andrew: Aw man... hey, wait, aren't you that little round thing that was following around Retro and them earlier? Why's your skin white?

KoD: You shut your damn mouth. I mean... yeah, that's me.

Andrew: For expository purposes, what happened to you? I didn't see you for a bit up until now

KoD: Well, short answer is that it's Masa's fault.

Andrew: Who's Masa?

KoD: Shh. Long answer is that I started to miss this dimension so I came back except I messed up where the portal was positioned and ended up in the horrible vacuum in space. After dying, God basically just made me an angel of death since I have experience with it and... made my skin ghastly pale to make me more spooky.

Andrew: Why?

KoD: You dare question God? You idiot, you're lucky he's forgiving. Anyway, that's how it happened now let's get a move on.

Andrew: Wait wait, more exposition.

KoD: Fine, what?

Andrew: You said "an" angel of death, does that mean there's more than one.

KoD: Oh, right, yeah. It's set up like that so it's not just one guy collecting everyone's souls. It'd be nigh impossible since people have this knack for dying frequently with tiny windows of time in between. You finished?

Andrew: Yeah, I'm all set.

KoD: Excellent, let's go.

Andrew's spirit and KoD ascend through the ceiling and into the great beyond. It's pretty. Well, I'm done; that was fun, though.

~Meanwhile, in a small command center around the corner from the docking bay, General Leaven charges through the door, while a couple of un-named guards wait outside.~

Leaven: Who the Hell authorized this self-destruct sequence!? Because I sure didn't!

Captain: Me...um, me, sir! ~Stands up straight enough to nearly put his spine at a 180 degree angle~

Leaven: Explain, and make it... ~Narrows eyes~...interesting!

Captain: Sir! Yes, sir!

Leaven: But don't call me sir. It's Leaven, got it? Well!? Speak you worthless piece!

Captain: O-Of course, Leaven! ~Impaled with a spear taken off one of the guards nearby!~ Graaghh...!

Leaven: You stuck up newbie captains are all alike! No respect for your commanding officers. That's Sir Leaven, worm. ~Captain falls in front of him~ Man, I LOVE stabbing people! Now then...who really authorized this?

~A worker at a computer answers after a few seconds of silence while still typing away at a keyboard, not even looking at Leaven.~

Worker: General Strives ordered it. She's here, too.

Leaven: What!?!

Worker: Apparently something is happening to the...damn! ~presses the backspace key a bunch of times on his computer~ anyway, yeah, the docking bay is under attack now. I'm trying to input a code to override the PDG defense system so that we can at least attack it using the weapons here.

Leaven: But we have the base secured! There's no reason to-

~Suddenly a large crash or explosion like sound is heard from outside, and one blood curdling scream after another too.~

Worker: I think we're going to need that security system online now, don't you agree? ~Chuckle~

Leaven: ~Draws axes~ Yes. Wait in here and see if you can't crack the code, I'll head outside to see what's happening.

Worker: ~Shrugs~ Sounds like a good plan to me.

~Leaven opens the door to the hallway, which is literally covered in half eaten bodies and is a mess of blood. Also, a lawn gnome for some unknown reason. He studies the blood, puts some into his mouth and spits it out. He grabs a bottle of ketchup, puts it on another sample of blood, and eats that instead.~

Leaven: According to the disease I just transferred to myself, whatever killed these pitiful guards went that-a-way!

***

~Nintendofreak piggybacks Retro down a dimly lit corridor, while Fera takes the front. There are faint sounds off in the distance, and a sound that appears to be like a slowed breathing, just more spread apart.~

Nintendofreak: Alien...Alien...Alien...Alien...AHH! ALLLIIIIIEEEENNN!!!

~The entire party turns around to look at a light bulb that fell from the ceiling and shattered on the floor. Retro uses his good arm to slap Nintendofreak upside the head. They continue down when all of a sudden...~

Fera: ~Achoo!~

~And then they go back to walking.~

Retro: What's happening? The sirens have stopped all of a sudden.

Nintendofreak: Maybe the Alien ate all of the alarms...! ALI-

Retro & Fera: Shut up!

~A rumble in the distance. Fera immediately turns and points her weapons into the darkness ahead.~

Nintendofreak: Do...do you see anything, Fera?

Fera: No, and I can't sense anything either. Hmm.

Retro: Maybe it's Director and his empty head. Hah hah...hah...*sobs*

Fera: I see a door now, we'll take it into what looks like the main hallway.

***

~General Strives of the CIA has worked alongside Leaven for years, without really knowing him, as well as herself. Hooked up with a cliché case of amnesia since her early teens, she was hired by the CIA for her exceptional combat and leadership skills. She and Leaven both sport the same brand of armor, just with hers being considerably smaller and colored turquoise. Her weapons mainly consist of throwing ones, with a large bow to top it all off. She can, however, be forced to fight with her hands.~

Strives: Shut off the self destruct! Do it now!

Soldier #1: It can't be reversed, ma'am. We're all gonna blow in about five minutes!

Strives: Like Hell we are. Listen to me, go fetch the override key from the temporary command center. As fast as you can! ~Guards scurries off down the corridor~

~Suddenly an explosion rocks the wall on the second floor (They were in a huge room this whole time, near the docking bay) and the familiar black lizard-like Alien leaps through the hole and onto the floor in front of Strives. She grabs a few knives and throws them at the Alien, who still charges like it was nothing. She grabs a few arrows and fires them, slicing off bits and pieces of the Alien's skin but not enough to slow him. She leaps out of the way before he can tackle her with his claws. Rolling behind it, she pulls out a dagger and stabs it into the Alien's hind leg.~

Alien: GWOOOOOAR!

~A door in the distance opens, and the guard runs out yelling something about the key, but is swept up and eaten by the Alien as soon as it spots him.~

Strives: Damn!

~The Alien swings around, using it's tail to knock Strives onto the floor. He pounces at her with claws ready, but is sent flying into the wall.~

Leaven: ~Helping Strives up~ I can't count on you for anything, can I? Here. ~Hands her the override key for the self destruct program~ I think you'll be happy to know that I don't know the password to it.

Strives: I'd be better off dead, at least then I wouldn't have to put up with you screwing us over!

Leaven: I don't have time for this. ~Forces her to the ground while the Alien flies over them and into a pile of steel barrels lined up in the corner~ Just go shut it down already.

Strives: ~Nods and runs off.~

Leaven: Well, pretty horsey, looks like it's just you and me, huh?

Alien: GWWWOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARR!


~Another door in the distance opens. Fera, Retro and Nintendofreak rush out into the battlefield with Leaven glaring right at them.~

Leaven: You three again? And at the worst possible time!

Retro: Deal with it.

Leaven: ...You.

Retro: Me?

Fera: Look out behind you!

~Leaven turns around and jumps to narrowly avoid the claw heading straight for him.~

Nintendofreak: What're you helping him out for!?

Fera: Instinct I guess? I dunno, but we do need his help if we want to beat that thing right!

Retro: Yeah, only to live for another possible twenty seconds until he kills us himself.

Nintendofreak: Enough talk! Have at thee, Alien!

~Retro and Fera both stare at Nintendofreak~

Nintendofreak: What? It's high time I face my fear! ~Tears off shirt and flexes muscles~

Fera: My...My EYES!

Nintendofreak: ALIEN!

Alien: ?

Nintendofreak: My day has come! I will be a victim to thee no longer! ALIEN. YOU. ARE. MIIIIIIIIIIINE!

~Nintendofreak and Alien lock eyes and jump at each other in mid-air. The screen pauses and a portrait of them leaping at each other replaces it, with semi-transparent enlarged faces of both fighters in the background.~

*passing said scene is a choo choo train. it rounds the alien and Nintendofreak, then enters a tunnel. leading to a cosy living room.*

Fontane: Why hello there, neighbor. How are you doing today. Oh I'm fine.

*big brother walks in the room, and taps Fontane on the soldier*

Big Brother: Uhm... sir, the army is getting restless, and-

Fontane: We're live.

Big Brother: Oh.

Fontane: yeah

*Fontane impales big brother, who's ADAM immediately heals himself.*

Big Brother: GElllUAHHhhhHh

Fontane: Neighbor i be on you like ten cent perfume beeotch.

Carnival style

Big Brother: Sir?

Fotane: What?

Big Brother: oh.

Fontane: lol

Big brother: Shut up.

Fontane: f*ck off.









Big Brother: lol

Fontane: are we supposed o be doing something

Big Brother: nah.

Fontane: Oh.

*Fontane and Big Brother leave the house,only to FLOAT InTO SPACE WHERE THEY ARE SURROUNDED BY BILLIONS OF SAOLDIERS, BIG DADDIE'S, LITTLE SISTERS, ADAM LEECHES, SPLICERS, ATLAS STATUES THAT MOVe AND STUFF.*

Fontane: Want to play Doom 3???

BB: yes

Fontane: stop

BB: huh

Fontane: Your name got shorter.

BB: yep.

~~~

Fontane: Fun time's over kid, this has been swell, but I'm done playin go fish.

~~~

~Nintendofreak and the Alien continue to fly at each other in slow motion, with drool coming out of their mouths, which just continue to grow wider as they near each other. However, the Alien's mouth opens up to be about the size of Nitendofreaks' body and then swallows him whole as they exit slow motion and fall to the ground.~

Retro: ...

Leaven: ...

Fera: ...

Nintendofreak: ~In a muffled voice~ I'm okay! Scarred beyond repair, but okay nonetheless!

Retro: Hang in there, Ninten! We'll get you out of there in no time! ~Whispering to Fera~ He's as good as feces at this point.

Fera: Some friend you are.

Leaven: I'm no expert on the digestive tracks on Aliens, but I'd say your friend doesn't have a lot of time left until he perishes in there.

Retro: Fair enough, I have spare pixels to bring him back if he does bite the big one.

Nintendofreak: Some friend you are!

Fera: Nintendofreak! Tell me, what do you see?

Nintendofreak: I see...all I see...is darkness! It's engulfing me! Ouch! The darkness...it STINGS!

Leaven: I think your friend is describing the stomach acids that are dissolving his skin.

Retro: From the looks of things, it doesn't look like the Alien is enjoying him much either.

Nintendofreak: I just knew that sleeping in garlic every night would pay off someday!

Leaven: ~Butters a bagel and eats it out of boredom~ So I wonder how long until he spits him out, or they both die, or whatever.

Retro: Well if he does die, I'm not bringing him back, even if I do have an unlimited supply of pixels. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a baseball field in the deep reaches of space?

Leaven: ~Chokes on his bagel~ B-Baseball? BASEBALL FIELD?

Retro: So do you play Baseball or something? Funny, you don't look the type.

Leaven: I can't believe it...the prototype...I thought he was dead all this time! Then this is my chance!

~Leaven takes out both axes and leaps forward at the Alien. He dodges a few slashes of it's claws and slices the Alien's stomach completely wide open. Nintendofreak falls out onto the floor, in a fetal position, and covered in digestive fluids. The Alien wails in pain and collapses. Leaven scoops up Nintendofreak and runs off through the door towards where General Strives went. Retro and Fera just exchange a few awkward looks.~

Retro: You mean he could have just done that this whole time!?

Fera: Aren't you just a little bit worried about what just happened to Nintendofreak?

Retro: Who?

***

~A small ship docked not far from where the Alien was sits silently in the vacuum of space. A shaft extends from the PDG space station to it, and Leaven walks down it as it connects. Dragging Nintendofreak's unconscious body behind him, he grabs a set of keys and unlocks the hatch on the side. After securing Nintendofreak to a seat, he sits in his own, and starts up the ship. However, the co-pilot seat next to him is occupied as well.~

Strives: I see you've considered adoption, Leaven.

Leaven: Hah! And I see you've taken up breaking and entering. What an all time low you've sunk to this time.

Strives: ~Smirks~ You know better than me that's still higher than you'll ever be.

Leaven: If I didn't know better I'd almost say you were asking to be ejected from my ship.

Strives: Please, is that any way to treat a lady?

Leaven: What should I care what happens to you? Or anyone?

Strives: You said something along those lines when we first met. My, how you've changed!

Leaven: ~Grumble~

Strives: Learn to share your victories for once. I know what you have lying on the floor behind us.

Leaven: Why should I share it with you? You didn't do a damn thing!

Strives: I believe it would have been about a minute and a half ago that this space station exploded. So once again, I've saved your life.

Leaven: ...Fine.

Strives: Now quickly, let's get out of here.

Leaven: Why?

Strives: I never said I stopped the detonation completely. My plan from the beginning was to kill anyone aboard that space station while we slip away with the prototype into space.

Leaven: You haven't changed, either.

Strives: I don't deserve that, Leaven. All I've done since we first met is study how you acted...and it's made me into what I am. I don't have an identity of my own, have you forgotten? Nothing that I have is really mine!

Leaven: Believe me, I haven't forgotten a single thing about you. It's impossible for me to forget anything that has altered my life in some way.

Strives: Are you still after revenge?

Leaven: ...Yes.

Strives: I was afraid that's what you were referring to. How long do you think you'll be after them?

Leaven: Until the day I end it with my own two hands. Things just haven't been going according to plan recently though. Someday, I will finish what he started. But right now, there's more important things to handle than just what I want.

Strives: When we take him to the boss, he's going to be very pleased with us.

Leaven: Yeah, I know. So, how about we go hand deliver this kid already?

~The ship blasts off into space, and disappears.~

***

~Meanwhile, Retro and Fera are silently walking through the corridors of the space station, looking for a ship to use. Retro still leaning on Fera for support as they walk. Occasionally they hide in the shadows while a small squad of CIA soldiers dart by, trying to locate any survivors, or the Alien itself, even though it's dead already.

Suddenly, the lights above them shut off unexpectedly, leaving them both in pitch blackness for a few seconds, until the emergency red lights on the ceiling emit a faint light throughout the silent corridors.~

Fera: The lights just shut down? How come?

Retro: What ever the reason, this silence is really starting to mess with my nerves. Just be careful, okay?

Fera: Don't worry, if there are any soldiers around, I'll be able to detect their thought patterns. It's worked out pretty good so far, right?

Retro: Still, something about this doesn't feel right to me.

~Walking slowly down the deserted hallway, with nothing but a couple of dim red lights to go by, Retro and Fera tread cautiously. They come to a "T" in the hallway, and can't tell which way leads where. They instead enter a nearby door leading to a tiny room, with hopes of waiting through the blackout. They both enter and sit down on the floor to rest for a while. Fera starts to tend to Retro's wounds again.~

Retro: Did you lock the door behind you, Fera?

Fera: Nope, it's broken.

Retro: Ah...well, tell me if you pick up anyone on the other side of it, so I can at least surprise them.

Fera: ...

Retro: Something wrong...?

Fera: I'm getting a thought pattern now.

Retro: Really? Where's it coming from?

Fera: The room we're in right now.

Retro: ...Where, exactly?

Fera: In front of us. ~Points~ I can see his outline, he's looking right at us.

Retro: ~Stands up as best he can~ Alright! You have exactly three seconds to identify yourself before I just blast you anyway!

~About ten seconds pass. Still nothing.~

Retro: Alright...fifteen seconds! But that's all you get, buddy!

Fera: Hold on a second, maybe he can't move. His outline suggested he was sitting, so...~gets up and walks over~

Retro: What are you, crazy? Get back here woman!

~After a few seconds of silence, Retro hears a piercing scream coming from Fera. He runs over despite his condition but trips and falls to the ground. When he lifts his head a few inches off the ground, he stares into a lifeless human face that just fell in front of him. He literally leaps backwards from all fours and lands a few feet back. Fera finally walks over and picks him up, they both stare at a headless body sitting on a chair in front of them.~

Retro: His head was squeezed off...?

Fera: But his brain was still emitting thoughts...that's impossible, isn't it?

Retro: Is it still?

Fera: Yeah, it is.

~Fera bends down and inspects the head. After a minute in the dim light she can finally see it for what it really is: an android head.~

Fera: This makes even less sense. Androids do not possess thoughts of their own...unless this is somehow a new breed of android.

Retro: Maybe you were just picking up a radio signal? Heh heh.

Fera: ~Glares at Retro~

Retro: ...Sorry. Hey, look, he's wearing a CIA uniform. I guess he must belong to them?

Fera: Maybe we should just go...this place is giving me chills.

Retro: Yeah, let's try and find a ship again. I don't think the blackout's gonna end any time soon.

~A large bang is heard from right outside. Not the gunshot kind of bang...but just a loud noise...I guess.~

Retro: Now what?

~The door to the room opens, and a fairly large shadow wanders slowly around the room. A voice belonging to it swears in a deep voice, and continues to look through the room. It stops suddenly.~

Voice: Ahhlllllright, who's in here? I know it ain't just mah imagination neither, so show yourselves if yea value yehar health...~the sound of a gun loading~ or yer skulls!

Retro: Wait...I know that voice. Is that you General?

Voice: Swhat? Speak louder, yehar mumblin' yeh little piece! How can the great General Exaihnobotuh understand a blasted word yehar sayin' in this confounded darkness?

Retro: Just because you can't see doesn't mean you should have trouble hearing, General.

Exaihnobotuh: Whuh!? Have yeh gone daffy, panzo? Tell me who yeh argh already! I dun plannon waitin' another sentence to find out!

Retro: Tell me General, do you remember Retro Belmont of the Harborers?

Exaih: Aye! And that's all I needed to hear. ~Loads gun once more~ Say 'hi' to Satan for me!

Retro: Wait! General, we thought you were dead!

Exaih: ...WHAH? Yeh sorry waste of space, can yeh not see me standin' here!? Should I put a bullet in yehar head to prove it!?

Fera: No wait! Let me explain!

Exaih: Frankly Mr. Belmont I'm worried- All of a sudden yeh sound like a friggin' woman!

Retro: Can we please talk under what little light we have? Sheesh, I think this might be a tad easier that way.

~After meeting in the center of the room, Retro and Fera explain the entire situation to General Exaih while he smokes a huge pipe from his rugged jaw. Retro was surprised when he saw him again. He isn't so tall as he is wide, but even then it's not that huge. His face could best be represented as a slab of tough meat, with buzzed gray hair and an unkempt mustache. His eyes looked as though they were squinted shut, and his eyebrows were practically nonexistent. His PDG uniform and badges shone, even in the darkness.~

Exaih: Ah, I get it now. Confoundid CIA panzos just like to get under yer skin, don't they? Well, I'd hate for you people to think of me as a dead man, but I was hardly 'dead' at the time. ~blows smoke out of his pipe~ I was simply in the bathroom.

Retro & Fera: ...

Exaih: Whaaaaht? An old man like me has a hard time with it wouldn't you figure? God...I didn't think sah' much of the lunch today at first, but who really knows at the time anyway? Eh?

Retro: So...throughout the entire invasion? The Alien attack...you were-

Exaih: Squattin'. ~Blows another ring of smoke out of his pipe.~ But all wudder under the bridge. Now then, let's get outta' here already.

~The group exits and heads down the hall they came from.~

Fera: So do you have a ship, General?

Exaih: Aw, that's okay sweetie, you can call me Exaih if'n you want.

Retro: So you do have a ship though, right Exaih?

Exaih: I said she could call me Exaih! Yeh need more discipline towards your commanin' officers I see. Once this is over we're gonna' have to hit the training room again you disrespectful punk!

Retro: ~Gulp.~

Exaih: Anyway! Before this little panzo got me distracted' on the important facts, I was about tah' say I do in fact have my own personal ship!

Fera: Great!

Exaih: ...On teh' third floor.

Fera: ...Great.

Exaih: We're gonna hafta' take the express elevator down this hall to our right.

~But as they do so, a large red light shines from the end of the hallway in front of them.~

Fera: What could it be?

Exaih: One second sweetie, this automatical gun has a flashlight on the front of it. Guess I forgot tah' turn it on before, hah!

~Exaih shines the light of the gun forward, and a line shines back at them from the other end of the hall. It looks to be the same light.~

Exaih: What the devil...?

~He shines it once more. The red light that was there a moment ago vanishes, but the flashlight reveals a giant lizard creature, with black skin and a smooth, reflective forehead.~

Exaih: What in the devil issit?!

Retro: ...Another ALIEN!?

All: ALIEN!

~Exaih immediately fires against the skin of the Alien as it stands still at the far end of the huge corridor. The bullets connect, but seem to be bouncing off of it somehow.~

Exaih: I'll put this thing on heavy duty mode!

~Exaih switches something on the side of the gun, revealing a huge slot to open up. He takes careful aim and fires a large rocket down the hallway, which immediately hits the Alien. It then responds this time by walking a few steps forward, into the red light. It's face is torn off of it's body, with some kind of metal surface replacing it.~

Exaih: What the DEVIL is it!?

Retro: I...don't know!

~Meanwhile, in a large lair several thousand miles away.~

Colonel Sanders: Sir, the MGL-OU2 has finally boarded the PDG Space Station. Orders?

Clyde: ~Smirks~

Clyde: Are THEY there as well?

Sanders: Yes sir, our spy has reported them boarding the base

Clyde: Brilliant, we can take down two birds with one mountain

Sanders: Great simile sire

Clyde: Quiet you! Now then, where are those filthy mercenaries?

Sanders: There have been reports of them in the Deka Quadrant

Clyde: Kill 'em, I want their traitorous leader's pelt at the foot of my bed!

Sanders: Sir! We just confirmed reports of a ship fleeing from the targetted site!

Clyde: Dispatch a garrison of recon units to fallow it, any readings of what's aboard?

Sanders: Two unknown personel

Clyde: Is that all?

Sanders: Well.........There have been some reports of the prototype on board, but we can't confirm this

Clyde: .......Really? Hm..........And you can't confirm this?

Sanders: Well, no bu-

Clyde: Capture that ship, the prototype is on board, send HIM if you have to

Sanders: H-him?! B-b-but sir, he's been out of line lately, he killed three of our scientists when the operation was compl-~Is choked by Clyde~

Clyde: Fool! Question my orders again and it will be YOUR pelt on my bed!

Soldier: Sir, We're nearing our destination!

~Clyde drops an uncontious Sanders to the ground~

Clyde: ~Snickers~ Then it is time to go into phase two ~Presses button on intercom~

Voice from intercom: Yesssssss sssssire?

Clyde: Release them........Release them now

Voice: At onccccceeeeee sssssssire ~Voice cuts out~

Clyde: Everything falls into place........All the pieces fall.....Hmehehehehehhhh........Hmurhehehehehehahahaha! HwahahahahahaHAHHHHHH!!!! AHA AHA AHAAAAAHAHAAHHEHEHHHHHH!

***

Mechalien: ~BEEP~ GRAAAAAAAWWWRRRR!!!

Retro: I'mgonnadie I'mgonnadie I'mgonnadie I'mgonnadie I'mgonnadie

Exiah: Be ah' hero boy!

~Exiah grabs Retro by the face a rolls him towards the Mechalien like a bowling ball. Retro colldes the back of his head on the Mechalien's touch exterior. His elbow slams into the ground and a pixel beam shoots out of his fingertips into the Mechalien's mouth and out it's head. The Mechalien falls over, dead~

Retro: They're vulnerable from the inside!

Exiah: We can see taht' boy now quite playin' wit yer' toy and fallah meh!

Fera: What floor are we on?

Retro: The 52nd

Exiah: ~smacks Retro's head~ Better getta move on boy! Yer gonna carry yer' lass there!

Retro: But I got 3rd degree burns on my leg!

Exiah: ~backhands Retro~ Why in mah day we had tah carry our lass's 'tirty-tree miles across broke glass, and it was uphill bothways!

Retro: Fine, I'm going, I'm going

Exiah: ~Punches Retro's head~ Don'cho backsas me boy!

~~~

???: Sir, our destination is within transport ship distance.

Clyde: Wonderful, pack the ship with ten troops, leave enough room for me.

*Clyde steps out of his chair, and walks through the bowels of the ship. It doesn't look as you would imagine, however, the halls are disgusting, coated in chipping blood. Painted on the wall in human feces is a message reading, " CLYDE IS A LIE." After about ten minutes, clyde reaches the docking bay, filled with many ships, and several towering battle mechs.:

Soldier: Sir, we are ready for departure.

Clyde: magnificent, how many troops are on the ship?

Soldier: 11 sir.

*Clyde disembowels the soldier he was talking to.*

Clyde: There we go.

*The ship leaves the docking bay, to flow into a burning red nebula. No stars are visible, aside from one that is directly ahead of the ship. The Galaxies sun has reached red giant form, fire pours out to signify its near explosive state. within a period of ten minutes, the ship has landed on the planet's baren surface, the only thing visible is a temple, approximately 2 miles away.*

Clyde: I feel... power.

Trooper: sir, we will deploy the land rovers.

*Several large mechs drop of their transport ship*

Clyde: Yeah!

*Clyde and the troopers march across the barren plains via the mechs, they see ruined villages, and several skeletons.*

Clyde: This place was apparently populated at one time. Hmm.

Trooper: Our data shows that these natives died during some large.... planet.

Clyde: Hm.

*Sure enough, Clyde and company reach the temple. Two iron statues stand guard, each having the face of a depressed, dying, youth. The door has a giant keyhole, on each side of the keyhole, two kneeling gods stand, apparently being burned by radiance.*

YOU SHALL NOT PASS.

NEGATIVE.

*The two statues resonate words, and pulls out swords*

Clyde: hey your shoe is untied.

WHERE

*Clyde breaks the statues while they are distracted, each leaving two halfs of a key.*

Clyde: Soldiers.

Soldier: SIR! ASSEMBLE THE KEY, TROOPS.

*The troopers unlock the door, immediately from inside, two bolts of lighting strike five of the troops , electrocuting them.*

Clyde: Awesome. Awesome.

Trooper: Sir, the lieutenant has died.

Clyde: Oh.

Trooper: Yeah....

Clyde: Who cares.

*Clyde and the remaining five troopers enter the temple, passing slowly through its jungley halls. The trooper last in line is picked up by a vine, that strangles him and raises him into the ceiling, from the spot he was strangled, a man clad in black shroud drops from the ceiling.*

~The troops enter a corridor to a large, dark room with strange heiroglyphics across every wall and the floor. The heiroglyphics seem to prophecies something. Some carvings in the room involve a war in an undersea palace, a dinosaur attacking several hairy monsters, and a round creature battling a titan. Several more drawings seem to fallow the tale of a young hero. The hero's adventures seem to range from battling a humanoid monster, being eaten by a liazard, and even crossing swords with himself.~

Soldier: It's.........It's......

Clyde: Beautiful......

~Clyde pushes his way through his men to the wall on the farside of the room, the wall is enourmous and made of very thick stone. An ingraved handprint rests in the middle of a carving that seems to tell the tale of a demon and a misguided man, desperate for power. Clyde presses a button on the armor encasing his right arm. The air-tight lock on the armor pops open and the armor falls off. Clyde bends over in pain. A soldier steps up to his leader~

Soldier: Sir, are you okay?

~Clyde whips around and encloses his demonic right hand around the soldiers face and squeezes until a sickening "KER-CRACK!" is heard. Clyde releases his grip and the now "shrunken-headed" corpse falls to the floor~

Clyde: Sorry, it has a mind of it's own you know. Now then....

~Clyde turns to the wall and placed his demon hand on the imprinted carving; it's a perfect fit. The heiroglyphics start to glow a light blue, a blue that soon envelopes the entire room. A large circle opens up in the middle of thefloor and a large pedastal rises up with an ancient fog spreading throughout the area. Clyde steps up to the pedastal~

Clyde: ...Wh........What?........Yes.....I understand....

Soldier: Sir?

~Clyde forecfully jams his arm into a slot in the pedastal, the carvings suddenly turn red and race across the ground to the pedastal annd into Clyde who lets out a shriek of pain. An evil energy radiates from the center of the room and desintegrates the closest soldier. Clyde yells and curses the heavens as elecricity and energy surges through his being. The corrupted area of his right arm spreads to the right side of his face. Clyde's clothes begin desintegrating, his coat evaporates showing the corruption spreading to his torso. Large spines surge from his back and right arm. Clyde's muscles start spazming and growing larger, and larger, and larger. His glasses shatter to show his pupilless eyes. Clyde falls to the floor, uncontious. A dark ray of "light" shoots from the piller and envelopes the temple in a gargantuant sphere of darkness~

********

~Retro collapses on the floor from exaustion of carrying Fera down flights and flgiths of stairs~

Exiah kicking Retro: Get up ya' idgit'! We gots' tirty-tree floors layeft!

Retro: Can't we take the elevator?!

Exiah: Elavatin's fer pansies!

Retro: Nobody calls Retro Belmont a pan~The MGL-OU2's gargantuant maw tears through the corridor the three are resting in. Retro and Fera manage to evade it but Exiah's leg is crushed~

Exiah: Damn! Got me!

Retro: Get up! C'mon! Get up!

~Retro grabs Exiah's's hand and hoists him up. The MGL-OU2 attempts to crush the three in it's giant maw again before Exiah blasts a rocket into the tyrant's mouth, which sends the fearsome robot down to a lower floor~

Exiah: He'll be back. Take these

~Exiah holds out his arm and Retro grabs his hand. They both shake and Exiah slips the keys to his ship into Retro's palm. Exiah stares at Retro, a long and hard stare. Retro looks into Exiah's old and angry eyes, and notice one of them starts to get watery.~

Exiah: Ye've been a good kid, boy

Retro: You don't have to do this sir

Exiah chuckles: My leg is shot kid, I'de just be dead weight to ya'. Besides, ye know how much of ah stubburn' ol' man I be

~Exiah sighs and places his commanding officer's cap on Retro's head~

Exiah: Ye keep that, boy

Retro: Only until you get back

~Exiah and Retro both exchange fake laughs, knowing what will happen~

Exiah: Now git' yer' lazy liver ass outta' here!

~Exiah throws Retro and Fera into the elevator, presses the hanger button and then breaks the panel. The doors close as Retro struggles to get up. The MGL-OU2's head re-enters the corridor screaming it's head off~

Exiah: C'mon beastie, come and git' me!

~Exiah whips out a large assult rifle in one arm and a 12-gauge from the other and charges into the Metal Gear's open maw~

******

~Retro curses and pounds on the elevator door, tears run down his cheaks as he tries to fight his way through the impenitrable door. Fera cries in the corner~

Retro: It never gets anywa easier! It's one step forward and two steps back! Argh!!! New rule, no more heroic sacrifices!! This is f'ing rediculous!!

~Fera continues to whimper in the corner as Retro firuously punds on the walls and curses the heavens. Eventually he notices her and sits beside her~

Retro: ~Sigh~ Don't worry, this won't happen again, nobody else is going to die, I'll make sure of it.

(I'll try not to mess up the plot too much)
*KoD, now back to his orange-skinned self, is walking along a cloud floor with an angel talking at him*

Angel: Alright, before I let you go I need to hear that promise.

KoD: Right, fine: I promise to-

Angel: Right hand up.

KoD:...*sighs and lifts up his right stub* I promise to not use my portals in any cheap or frowned upon manners.

Angel: Or?

KoD:...or I'll be struck by lightning and it'll really, really hurt.

Angel: No matter where you are.

KoD: No matter where I am.

Angel: Now, even though you're capable of conjuring lightning, this lightning will still hurt the hell out of you, understand?

KoD: Yes, gotcha.

Angel: Alright, off you go; thank you for your temporary help in reaping, God appreciates it! *grabs KoD by his foot and flings him through the clouds*

*KoD careens towards the elevator that Retro and Fera are occupying and gains a physical form the moment he enters it, making sure he felt the full impact of smacking against the elevator wall*

KoD: *sliding down the wall* Wow, having pain again sucks... *turns to the two* Hello, how ar- why crying?

*Retro and Fera cease crying as they look upon KoD just because of their surprise of him being there*

Fera: KoD, I thought you left for good.

KoD: Yeah, well... after a few complicated events I'm back. Now then, bring me up to speed.

Retro: Oh wow, I don't know where to begin.

KoD: Then don't, gimme the script.

Retro: Oh, right *hands him the script*

KoD: Hm, why is some of this crossed out with permanent marker?

Retro: That's the stuff that the main party doesn't know yet so you can't either since you're a part of it now.

KoD: Right right, cool *reads* Hm... oh, you two got together finally, neat. Rocky captured, bad. Let's see, crazy general and... oh my. Alright, the crying makes sense now. I'll go ahead and join you.

*The three of them cuddle as they all sob together in a bundle of sadness until a roar and giant tremor snap them out of it*

Retro: Right, we still have a space station to escape and a sacrifice to not let go in vain.

Fera: For Exaih.

KoD: Yes, for that guy.

[CIA Headquarters]

~Leaven's ship docks in his own special port. He and Strives both walk out in that order, with the latter dragging the still unconscious (drugged by this point) body of Nintendofreak behind them. They walk through several corridors, all aligned with candles and plush carpet. Guards working or patrolling in the hallway at the time stand by to watch but then salute when they get over the shock of the body being dragged. One soldier, still equipping his bat weapon, knocks himself out by accident as he salutes. Leaven laughs aloud and murmurs something inaudible to himself, and Strives chuckles to herself.

Together, they finally enter the last chamber, a darkened room with red candles aligned everywhere, with mist on the floor. Leaven and Strives bow, and leave Nintendofreak on the floor. Suddenly the leader of the CIA speaks out from his chair in the dark.~

???: I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, Leaven. No matter where I turn I seem to be reminded of my fate. Our....fate.

Leaven: ...

???: Yes, that boy you carry behind you has a fate connected to mine.

Strives: Yes, sir. Leaven and I retrieved him from the PDG station with no problems.

???: Is that so? No problems at all? Tell me Strives...are you blind? Stupid? Deaf? Please, by all means, tell me when I get it right.

Strives: I...no...sir, I'm not any of those things. Why would you say that?

Leaven: ...

???: You seem to have obedience issues, miss. The entire reason I ordered the attack on the PDG was to retrieve him. Did you miss all of the rampaging Aliens aboard? The PDG soldiers? Why must you lie to your commanding officer? I am not unaware of the situation, nor any situation. This is why I am where I am, and you are where you are.

Strives: ...Forgive me, sir.

???: This time, maybe. You had better watch where you tread in the future. Now, may I see him?

Strives: ~Tosses Nintendofreak before the leader~ Here you are, sir. An Alien got a hold of him right before Leaven did, though, so please pardon the smell.

???: ...

Strives: Sir? Are you-

???: Quiet! I was thinking to myself for a moment, and do not speak out again unless you are so told! This is your last warning, miss. ~Muttering to himself~...Now, then, since he is now in our clutches, the new models can finally be produced.~Speaks louder now~ You both are dismissed, but send a research team immediately to extract the DNA and begin their procedure ASAP. Understood?

Leaven: Crystal, sir. After you, general.

Strives: Sir...please, let me explain, I didn't know that the-

???: I said you're dismissed, general. Do I need to bring some sense to you? It is not your fate to question me, nor is is anyones! I aught to come down there and teach you what your fate is.

Strives: Please sir, I didn't mean any disrespect! I don't have a memory, just excuse this forgetfulness on my part, I can't help being foolish!

Leaven: Stop apologizing! Who are you, Strives? Who!? You think you're me? When the hell would I apologize like this!? You're acting like a damn child!

Strives: Leaven, I...

Leaven: Don't apologize to him, Strives. Deep down you wanted to save them all, didn't you? You simply just told me that the self-destruct was delayed so that I wouldn't think of you as soft. But there's nothing wrong with caring about life, really. And I don't think less of you for it.

Strives: How did you know all of this?

Leaven: I know you better than you think, that's all.

???: What is the meaning of this Leaven? Do you question my authority as well now? Don't get in my way, or your punishment will be shared with hers!

Leaven: Just come and try it, then.

???: WHAT!?

Leaven: I may be a general, a step below you, but no amount of harsh words will keep me from speaking out what I know is wrong in my heart. It's burnt black by the fires of war, and pain, but even charred, a shred of decency remains!

???: I can sense something new in you now...a different fate? No, It's obvious to me now, I've simply just overlooked something drastically important to your determination.

Strives: Leaven...

Leaven: My fate has been clear to me as far back as I can remember. There is something I have to accomplish by the time I die...or else I fear the worst. I fight for hatred, but for justice. And now...I also fight for a person.

???: You brat...! This whole time you have used this organization to help you reach your own goals! Well? Is it true!?

Leaven: Yes. At first, I thought I wanted something else along with my purpose. I was planning on helping you realize your dream of power, so that I, too, could have it. If I had power...any power...I could shape the world into the image it should be in. I realize now, it's just as far out of my grasp as it is to you.

???: Choose your next words carefully...~Draws a long, shining blade from a sheath he picked up from the side of his throne~...they might be your last.

Leaven: You're a blind fool with no legit intentions. How's that?

???: How...can you...understand...MY FATE!? ~Suddenly, the candles in the room flare upwards, and a large chandelier on the ceiling, also. The leader of the CIA's image comes into full view, a living, breathing replica of the unconscious body laying on the floor.~

Strives: You're telling me...the boss is...

Leaven: The same as this prototype. ~Draws axes~ Though I don't know the details. Will you help me find them, general?

Strives: You know I would any time. ~Draws bow~

???/ X-66: Fate...what would you know of it? You can't even comprehend enough to change your own, let alone question MINE. You've disobeyed a simple order to leave the prototype here with me...why? Because of justice? You could have spared your own life, Leaven, if you had just let me taken hers.

Leaven: If I had let you kill her, it would have been the same as if you killed me, instead. Besides, standing over this kid now, he reminds me of another reason I fight: Freedom. I'll save him from you now, and by the end of this fight, all of the fates of the people in this room will have changed!

~The X-66 explodes in rage, and lunges at Leaven and Strives. He unleashes an unreal amount of swings at Leaven, who narrowly avoids each by a hair's length. Strives hops backwards and puts a few arrows into the X-66's sword to throw it off trajectory, so it wouldn't strike Leaven. Meanwhile, Leaven rolls out of the way, picks up Nintendofreak's body and tosses it out of harm's way. He rejoins the fight just as Strives began to take the heat of the swings delivered from the X-66, and tackles him to the ground.

The X-66 rolls onto his back and sends Leaven flying upwards into the chandelier on the ceiling, which surprisingly holds his weight as he holds onto it. Strives, now back on the defensive, takes a few slices from the X-66's blade, which neatly slices through parts of Strive's armor as if they were bread. He lunges at Strives once more, catching her off guard, and pushes her back to a wall. He raises up his sword and sticks it in the wall right beside Strive's face, and takes out a long dagger from his clothing.~

X-66: There's always just been something about slitting throats that I've enjoyed so much. I do hope you'll get what I mean, miss. ~Smirks~

~The X-66 goes for her throat but is once again tackled by Leaven before he gets the chance to slice her open. They wrestle on the ground for a moment while Strives pulls the X-66's sword from the wall and circles the pair with it in front of her. The X-66 throws Leaven into his throne, and throws his dagger after him, nailing him in the chest. Strives looks at him for a moment and cries out, then looks back to see the X-66's hand grasping hers on the handle of the sword.~

X-66: I'll be taking that back now. ~Elbows Strives in the face, sending her staggering backwards, and then tripping onto the floor. She scrambles to her feet but is knocked down again by the X-66 as he points the blade once more to her throat.~

Strives: This feels so wrong, sir!

X-66: Ah, but I always thought you were into that forbidden stuff, Strives? Sacrificing your own men, battling my Alien drones, and otherwise ruining my own plans to obliterate everyone on that ship besides you three.

Strives: You're insane! What are you even saying any more? ~Starts to slide back away, avoiding the blade's point.~

X-66: I'm only joking, even if you DIDN'T know that all of my CIA soldiers were androids, you still sacrificed them to leave with Leaven and the prototype. What a ....~Thinks to himself for a moment~ heartless bitch you are, hah!

Strives: You heard Leaven, that was a lie! You're the only one to blame for this! All we were doing was following orders in the end, but it looks like you were the one to really betray us with this set-up!

X-66: Of course everything on that ship was a set-up, it was a way to make sure that the group of idiots would deliver the prototype to you, so you could to me! All you two had to do was follow the rules of the game, along with the group that the prototype was with. Don't you think it's more fun when you don't know it's all part of a special plan? ~Smirks~ But look where you two are now- about to die at the hands of your commanding officer for disobeying simple orders to continue the game! Why did you do it?

Strives: I was only trying to please you, like I always have...and I just wanted to explain my actions...but no matter what I do, you've always treated me like dirt. Why!?

X-66: ~Smiles~ That's a secret.

Strives: You'd even let your two most trusted generals fight Aliens from space. What kind of leader are you!?

X-66: A good one. I've captured the DNA of an Alien while it was in space, sent it through an asteroid, and let the PDG handle it. After that, I could manufacture my own, as well as artificially breed them, though the androids were less costly in the end. Still, the guard drones still proved worth while in the end. Who cares about artificial life in the end, hm? This is far more efficient.

Strives: Why go to the trouble?

X-66: Why? Well, why NOT? We're all just artificial...it's the cold truth of life. Nothing about it is truly unique when the day is over. Even you, a mess of organs, copied the life out of one of your own friends. Co-dependency at it's best, but you're not a robot. You might as well be, though. Do you get the point yet? Even when I look at myself...I'm nothing...but a copy...something that has already happened before. A repeat of life!

Strives: Why do you want him, then?

X-66: He stole that life from me. The proper life that I deserve, that the androids deserve. It's HIS fault I'm like this. It's only fair that I steal his life and even the deal. After all, what good is it to him? He doesn't even know of the special DNA he carries! He's wasting a unique life- the gravest, most horrible mistake you could possibly make!

Leaven: It's not what your fate is, It's what you make of it. You can mold your own destiny- I do it for myself, and I do it for others.

X-66: My fate is to be perfect, that's all it was meant to be! Why can't you realize that this boy stole MY fate from me!?

Leaven: You're pathetic. Live for others, think of others, it's the only fate meant for us.

X-66: ~Growl~ I'll kill you for all of this disrespect...I swear it.

Leaven: Your fate is different, because...

~Strives rolls to the side and then jumps about ten feet away from the range of the X-66's sword.~

Leaven: It wasn't meant for you.

~Leaven holds out a rope he was holding this whole time in front of him, and cuts it with one of his axes. The immensely huge chandelier falls from the ceiling and onto X-66, crushing him with a look of sheer terror and realization on his face. The chandelier shatters, and glass flies outwards with flames dancing above it. All of the lights in the room suddenly flicker out at that second, and a cold feeling of death creeps in to take it's place. Leaven removes the dagger from his chest, and throws it to the ground. Strives and Leaven both kneel and pick up Nintendofreak once more, and proceed out the door to the looks of a dozens of shocked looking guards and other security officers too frightened to head inside.~

Leaven: Take the boy and the general to the medical ward, on the double.

Strives: But, Leaven, your wound is far greater than...

Leaven: This discussion is over. I'll be fine.

Guard: General, What happened to the leader?

Leaven: Attention, men. Our tyrannical leader has met an unfortunate end, and will be immediately replaced. General Strives, as second in command, I humbly request that you take up leadership of the organization and end this foolish war on our part.

Strives: But...me..? You're the only sensible decision, Leaven. You were, after all, second in command.

Leaven: It's time you shaped your own destiny and stopped depending on me. This way, everyone will see just how exceptional of a leader the great General Strives can be. I am in no way capable of the job, and I never will be.

Strives: ...

Guard: But the leader! He was obviously assassinated by you two. Someone, arrest them at once!

Leaven: In all seriousness, did any of you actually like the old leader?

~Silence, but a single cough is heard after a slight pause.~

Leaven: I thought as much. And...guard, inform the research teams to halt all projects...and set courses for a new location on my new command.

Guard: ...But isn't that under General Strives jurisdiction now?

Leaven: When she makes a full recovery she will give us an answer as to whether or not she accepts the job meant for her. Until then, I'm the leader of all of you. Can I expect to be treated like it?

Guard: S-Sir, yes, sir!

Leaven: Besides, it's a special request. Oh, and...send a doctor to my private chambers in a moment (ouch). ~Grabs his wound with a free hand~

Strives: Leaven, wait!

Leaven: Yes, what is it?

Strives: Everything you said back there, about my fate...do you really think I can become my own person?

Leaven: Someday, I'll help you regain that memory of yours, and we'll learn just who the real General Strives is.

Strives: ...Adele.

Leaven: What?

Adele Strives: Something came to me...so what I said just now, I think...it might be my real name. Somehow is just...feels right.

Leaven: Well...fancy that. ~Grunts~

Adele: Thank you, Leaven. I don't think I could have changed my own fate if it weren't for you and all that you've done. I mean, even when I couldn't remember anything, I just admired you so much that I didn't know who else to act like.

Leaven: Just now, I think I've realized just how much power I can wield. But there's still something unfinished...something that must be accomplished. Not just for you, or me, but for everyone in the universe. I owe it to good people now to save them from destruction...at all costs.

Adele: I wish you luck.

Leaven: Thanks. For some reason I can't describe, I think I'm going to need all of the luck I can get.

~Leaven and Adele stare at each other for a good amount of time before finally parting to the medical ward, or to Leaven, his own personal room for treatment. While there, he ponders his new path, and his new fate. Soon, he thinks, the universe will have to change.

Elsewhere, back in the darkened room of the fallen ex-CIA leader.~

Shaky voice: ...Fate... it's still there... my fate...won't die...without being realized.

~The dimly lit elevator grinds to a halt, and the double doors open to the third floor. KoD, Fera, and Retro peak their heads out in that order, and look down both ways. Before arriving to the destination, Fera seized the opportunity to heal Retro’s wounds completely. (Finally!)~

Retro: Looks like there aren't any soldiers here. And it's pretty deserted.

Fera: At least it isn’t dark on this floor…

~The third (therefore near the bottom) floor of the PDG station has glass windows lining all of the walls. Outside of the windows was good ol’ empty, quiet space.~

KoD: Wasn’t there a battle the last time I was- *reads the script again* Oh…I see. Well, at least this floor isn’t a confusing maze or something. Looks like we just have to follow the hallway down to the docks, *points hand/flipper thing ahead to the end of the hallway, which turns to the left.* shall we get going, then?

~The party saw neither high nor hair of any guards or death robots. It looked as though this floor wasn’t even occupied after the attack was launched. After a while, the sound of only footsteps wore on Retro’s mind.~

Retro: I’ve been thinking… exactly where should we be headed to after this?

Fera: I don’t care where we go…I just want it to not be this place.

KoD: Be careful what you wish for, Fera.

Retro: There aren’t exactly a lot of people around that would be willing to take us in. What’s a safe haven to us?

Fera: We have to find Nintendofreak…that’s all we can do now.

Retro: I want to find out why the PDG was involved in such a large scale battle. The Aliens…that strange robot…I can’t help but feel it’s some kind of omen.

Fera: And so many terrible things keep happening. I mean…just a little while ago we tried to escape the Earth because of the chaos headed for it, but just ended up captured by pirates? How exactly does this all add up to you?

Retro: It doesn’t make a shred of sense to me. I just want us to stay alive by the time it’s all over.

~After a little while longer, the group finally reaches the escape ship. After all boarding safely, Retro turns on the ship, fixes the general’s hat atop his head in an official manner, takes one hard look backwards, and lifts off to space. Inside the ship, which is in actuality much bigger than they would have expected, they sit and relax some more while the ship pilots itself. After exploring about, KoD reports that there were two decks to the ship in total, a kitchen, living area, two bathrooms, a single expensive looking bedroom, and an observatory deck. On the top deck a ladder went to the top of the ship, serving as a crow’s nest, as well as holding a laser cannon.~

KoD: Now this is what I call living!

Retro: No doubt a lot of taxes went into this thing. Pfft, what a waste. He probably only used this thing for Sunday drives…*CRASH* What the..!?

Fera: Retro, we’re hit! A small blockade of CIA ships, looks like!

KoD: Out of the frying pan…

Retro: And return fire! We’re breaking through this. Kirby, man the blaster on the top floor! Fera, buckle up.

~Retro steers hard, sending, vases and other items on tables flying off and breaking on the floor. Fera shoots Retro a dirty look, who smiles politely and turns a hard right. Heading towards a squadron of incoming fighters, Retro pulls KoD up on the intercom.~

Retro: *Crzzt* Can you hear me okay, Kirby? We’re going on the offensive now. I’ll try and give us as little heat as possible, and we’ll make the jump to hyper drive!

KoD: Whoa, this thing can do hyper drive?

Retro: Of course-

Fera: Of course it can’t! He’s lying, now just fire!

Retro: Sheesh, how are we supposed to know for sure if I don’t try it? Any ship with a mini-bar needs friggin’ hyper drive to go with it!

~KoD fires a few blasts, which connect with one of the ships and obliterates it. The remaining three ships return fire at once, and Retro barrel rolls, deflecting all of the lasers. All of the glass and priceless items aboard the ship go crashing to the floor (or rather, ceiling) while upside down. Fera holds her palms to her ears and screams at Retro, who is too focused on driving the ship through the squadron. KoD nails two others as they pass, and damages the last.~

KoD: Hey! Hey! I got them!

Retro: Nice, kid! Don’t get cocky. *Smacked upside the head by Fera* Yeowch!

Fera: Focus! We’re headed straight for more. And WHERE is your seatbelt?

Retro: *Moves his fingers like a mouth to mimic the words of Fera until she slaps him upside the head again.* Fine, fine! Sheesh, I’ve been fine so far…

KoD: I’ve lost R-2!

Retro: Not the refrigerator!! Damn it all, there was frozen PIZZA in there!

Fera: Lasers. Headed. For. Our. FACES.

Retro: I see em’! *Does a reckless turn which causes them to scrap against the side of a ship that passed by them.* Oh god don’t hit me, I can’t move! You strapped my seatbelt too tight, woman! Oh look, that fender bender caused him to crash and explode! Just what kind of shoddy material are they using to build those things anyway?

Fera: Aw, you don’t have to impress me, dear.

Retro: Aw, but I do- *slapped upside the head* OKAY I’m driving for real this time!

KoD: We’re running low on laser charges!

Retro: Trust your instincts.

KoD: …Lasers depleted!

Retro: Dammit! Alright, alright. New plan.

Fera: ...Well?

Retro: I was hoping you had one.

Fera: I'll try chanting a Yerp spell to try and help us.

~Retro nods and heads straight for a new opening in the lines of the blockade. Fera chants to herself as light starts to form around the ship in the shape of transparent green cubes. She spreads her hands outward as if reacting to what is happening outside, and widens her fingers. The cubes outside expand into a single large one that surrounds the ship, and then suddenly disappears.~

KoD: Is that it? Because one more hit and the ship’s done for!

Retro: Are you sure that spell of yours worked?

Fera: Don’t underestimate the power of Yerp.

~A group of about ten CIA ships gather in a ‘V’ formation and fire all of their shots directly at the ship, but once they get within it’s area, they disappear. Suddenly, another sound is heard from within the ship.~

Fera: Ah, it worked!

Retro: Huh? But didn’t they just miss us?

Fera: No, the shots hit my shield, and healed the ship!

~Suddenly, all of the broken parts of the ship, even the vases, glassware and fridge, mysteriously align themselves back to where they were in the beginning, and fix themselves. The ship’s outside is also fully repaired.~

KoD: Alright! We won…right? >.>

Fera: We didn’t out gun them…more like…in gunned them, if that makes sense.

Retro: Hell if it does, but I’m glad we’re out of that mess! *Studies the ship interface* Say, what’s this button?

~The PDG vessel suddenly starts to glow, then shoots forward at a crazy speed and vanishes. The pilots in the enemy crafts look around, confused at what just happened.~

Fera: What’s going on!?!?!

Retro: HYPER DRIVE, YO! *Still grasping the handles while his gums and skin stretch backwards.*

Fera: *Holding on to the back of her seat while in the air* This can’t be safe for a pregnant woman, none of the stuff in this OG can be!

KoD: *Pressed flat against the wall* Ouch…

~The ship finally exits hyper drive after about two minutes, and everyone comes crashing down to the floor. After getting up and assuring the well-being of each other, they head out to the observation deck to see where they are, exactly. Retro is the first one to speak after looking at the extremely small green-orange colored planet in front of them.~

Retro: We’ve somehow landed in the Causa Quadrant. And near the planet of Partur, no less. Well, this is good, I know the place well. We might as well stop by.

Fera: You know it?

Retro: I should. It’s my home planet.

***

~Leaven, after being healed in his chambers, gathers his thoughts in a notebook and then stares out of his window to the vast reaches of space, observing a nearby nebula.~

Leaven: Space just gets more and more fascinating each day. I can’t believe how ugly the Earth was…even without the apocalypse. I wonder...*turns on a monitor focused on the planet.* It’s still there? Hurm, barely.

~Adele knocks on the door, but walks in right after, not bothering to hear an answer.~

Adele: Leaven, I’ve reached a decision. I’ll become the new leader of the CIA…

Leaven: Very good.

Adele: …on one condition.

Leaven: Huh? What?

Adele: I want you to be in charge with me, forever.

Leaven: I’ve already told you…this job is for you because you must do it alone, that’s the only way you’ll be able to realize your independence once and for all. It’s really for the best. *Takes a sip of a wine on a nearby table and sets it back down.* Besides, I can’t stay here.

Adele: You can’t? Why?

Leaven: Business. I’ve already ordered the navigator to send us to some new coordinates. So once they drop me off there, I’ll leave the CIA forever.

Adele: What? That’s…how can you do that? How could you!

Leaven: I’ve already told you, this place…is just isn’t for me. I have a destiny I have to fulfill. Seeing you off might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but, it’s the end of a step in a two step process. Please understand.

Adele: I understand fine. You’re just leaving forever, after just making me realize who I really was! How can I get to know the real you now, Leaven!?

Leaven: …I’m sorry.

Adele: Fine then! *Storms out of the room.*

Leaven: *Sighs* I’m only doing this for you.

~Meanwhile, approaching the CIA ship at break neck speeds, a mysterious vessel appears. Inside, a twisted soul sleeps. The image of Kane wakes from somewhere in the ship, but has a new dark aura about him. He walks to the window and presses his hand to the window, and leaves a darkened fingerprint on it. He turns, and curses out.~

Kane: Nintendofreak!!