"Okay." Didact said. "So.... what are those things?" he asked. They
seemed pretty unusual for him. Leader glanced at Galadriel, and
then back to his work, while the Rookie downrigh rudely gaped at
her. Didact looked at him. "That's an Elf." He said bluntly. "Yes."
Didact said as if speaking to a baby. "And that is a multimillion
credit machine in front of you. Yet it's the Elf you stare at." The
Rookie quickly returned to his work.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Souvenirs. The arakh is from the Khalessi, Azor Ahai, the
Prince that was Promised - who, oddly enough, is a woman. The wand
is clearly from Harry's world. I beat Death in a riddle game by
using Sindarin, so he made it for me." Galadriel replied, aware
half of her explanation would most likely fly over their collective
heads. "And staring-" She said, her eyes flicking to the Rookie,
"is considered to be rude when the one who does it is clearly
weaker than the one being stared at."
"He's a kid, cut him some slack. After all, ONI doesn't teach
people manners, it teaches people to kill." Didact said. "Though I
found it hard to pass him."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Skin Taker floated in empty space, his large eyes closed. They
snapped open at the lack of heat. "Where?" He glanced
around, hoping to find any discernible markings. Nothing. Just
emptiness. But what was that? Something else floated in the
distance. He quickly found he could move easily, simply by leaning
in the direction he wanted to go. He quickly reached the thing. It
seemed to be a man, in some type of armor. He was facing away. He
tapped his skeletal finger on the mans shoulder. "Excuse me my good
sir, but would you happen to know where I am?" His teeth ground
back and forth, as was the way he spoke. His jaws grinned wide, and
his red eyes stared unblinkingly.
"Holy-" Jorge exclaimed, snapping around, weapon on point. What he
saw was a large skeleton. Jorge aimed his gun at the skull of the
skeleton and slowly shook his head.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"I imagine why." Galadriel replied. Her eyes glowed white softly.
"No, wait, I do know why after all." She corrected herself. "And
you can stop calculating everyone's locations already. Quill and
his Pokemon are in good hands with Professor Z and his mutants.
Skye and Entei are still in Equestria. Jorge is out there, with
someone else."
Taker stared down at the weapon. It was some sort of gun obviously,
but far more advanced than the silly old flintlocks he was used to.
"Now that's rude. Do you always treat strangers like this?" His
eyes flashed, as he slipped sideways through the cracks of reality.
It was such a satisfying feeling. He let out a cackle, which rang
out in echoes. He moved to a more familiar plain of existence.
Strings attached to invisible ceilings. Thousands of them stretched
into infinity. He slid between them, searching for the right one.
"Here we are..." He reached out, plucking the string. It
hummed a strong note, opening a split. He slid back into the
strange void behind the man. To him it seemed as though no time had
passed. He had simply disappeared and reappeared instantly. "You
really should be a bit more amiably." His voice had deepened
considerably, a side effect of working the strings. He place the
tip of his cane blade into a crack in the mans armor. "Don't move.
Just tell me where we are and you will survive."
Artanis warped to the approach "You may want to get some soldiers
ready or aome turrets active," He said "our sensors just picked up
some powerful signals, an attack from Amon is imminient." "How fortunate to find you here, Artanis." A voice came from
the shadows "I would be glad to destroy you along with some of
your friends..." It said again as monstrosities appeard from
the void
"Void trashers... deadly. Karax! Get the Armada here, now!" He
screamed to the Spear of Adun
"And I believe you might want to brace yourselves for an attack."
Galadriel said, smiling wryly. "If you need me, Ur-Didact, call."
She said, before taking a step back and teleporting to the
battlefield outside, already some were flighting. She quickly
sliced a void thrasher to shreds, one sword glowing with light the
other, the arakh, glowing with fire. Dragonfire, to be exact.
Jorge's military instinct sprang into action "I don't know... where
we are." He replied. At the same time he took a quick step forward
and snapped around. This time he didn't hesitate. He brought his
gun plummeting down straight towards the skeleton ' s head.
"Okay, ONI!" Didact shouted. Then he smiled. "Time to go to work."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Alright, Princess, we're ready for deployment." Entei said. Luna,
next to them, nodded. She was dressed in her armor. A bright light,
and then they were in front of the Approach. Entei threw himself
into the fray fully, killing anything he thought was an enemy. Skye
cut a path towards Galadriel.
The gun hit Taker with enough force to send his head down through
the rest of body. His bones detached, flying randomly around. They
floated aimlessly for a second, before rushing back together.
Snatching his cloak out of the air, Taker swing it back on, tying
the neck straps. He reached up to find that his precious hat had
been crumpled, crushed beneath the weight of the gun. He stared at
the item for a moment. His teeth scraped against each other, his
giant eyes glowing brightly. "Do you know why my mouth moves like
this?" He growled. If he had blood it would have been boiling. "TO
GRIND YOUR SKIN!!" He screeched, wrapping one bony hand around the
mans neck, using the other to plunge his blade into the mans
shoulder
All but 1 of the ONI and Didact jumped off the Approach. The Rookie
was flying the ship. The turrets powered up and started shooting at
the enemies. Didact was ordering the ONI soldiers into different
battle formations.
Jorge gritted his teeth but made no noise. It would only give his
attacker a sense of triumph. Instead, he punched him right in the
mouth.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Quill looked at Bobby and Kitty and looked back to his
communicater. He typed in 'Didact. Come in Didact. Do you copy? If
you do, buy some drinks.' Bobby playfully hot Quill on the
shoulder. "Hey!" Quill shouted as his communicator fell and broke.
Bobby responded "Sorry. New here, right? Names Bobby." He pulled
his hand out for a shake. Kitty picked up the broken Communicator
and looked at it. "This tech looks like the one that Star Lord has,
but not exactly like it. Your not from here..." Kitty said as she
looked at Quills face. Quill nodded and said "Yeah... Names Quill."
He shook Bobbys hand, but regretted doing so, because his hand was
ice cold. Boomer and Lockehorn trotted up to Quill and began
looking at Kitty and Bobby.
"Galadriel, do me a favor and teleport me, Boomer, Lockehorn,
Giratina and the two guys next to your location. I'm getting
lonely." Quill thought at Galadriel
Didact got out his Binary Rifle and started shooting at enemies. At
the same time, he used his powers to throw them into each other.
The Void creatures simply kept coming. "We need to close that
portal. Rookie, concentrate fire on that opening, bottle them in.
Leader, take Team A, flank right, Corporal, take group B, take them
from the left. Group C, frontal assault with me!" Didact shouted.
His commands were quickly obeyed by all the soldiers as large
groups detached themselves and started moving swiftly in opposite
directions.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Taker could feel his teeth crack and break. A few fell out of the
bottom of his jaw. With a few snicks, they returned to his mouth,
sealing up the cracks quickly. "Didn't learn from the first try I
see." He twisted the blade sharply. "What say we go some place a
bit more comfortable, huh?" Still holding the man, he slipped back
into The Strings, pulling the man along. Once inside, he tossed the
man down, turning to a nearby set of Strings. "Where should we send
you? Some far out star? Perhaps the bottom of a volcano?" One
String caught his eye. It seemed to be a huge battlefield, with all
sorts of monsters clashing with. "Ah, but you are a warrior, and
should die with honor. Let's just try this one then, shall we?" He
plucked the string, opening the rift. He turned to the injured man,
presenting a courteous bow. "I'll even let you go willingly, no...
strings, attached." He chuckled, eyes flashing at the man. "Whether
you go by choice, or if I must throw you in, You Must Go Inside."
Jorge looked at the skeleton one last time then picked up his
weapon and jumped through the rift. He landed with a heavy thud and
was instantly in the middle of the battlefield, five monsters
surrounding him. He swore and started firing at them
systematically. One ploughed right into him. He grabbed it's neck
and snapped it. But in the process he lost his weapon and was now
empty handed. He clenched them into fists. "Who's next?" He
growled. A creature leaped for him. He punched it in the stomach
and, with a fair amount of difficulty, threw it into one of its
friends, impaling it on the horns of the creature
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Galadriel quickly shifted tactics to work together trying to
contain the creatures nearer to the vortex they came from. She
seemed amused when the message from Quill reached her, as faint as
it was. With a flash of light, Quill and his party found themselves
in the middle of the raging battle. She wondered if Jorge was
alright. Taker, as she knew him, wasn't safe to be around. At all.
She had hoped to grab Slendy, but beggars can't be choosers she
supposed.
Quill fell head first. "Ow..." He said as he got immediately and
got his Forerunner Helmet he found. He drew out both of his custom
guns and looked back"Boomer, Lockehorn. Keep Bobby and kitty save."
He said as he immediately ran to battle. He shot at the monsters
who were about to finish of Jorge. He quickly grabbed Jorge's Gun
and gave it back. Giratina began to wrap the enemy monsters using
his tendril claw things and began smashing and slashin at them.
Bobby used his Mutant powers and made amall some of ice, covering
him, and Kitty, who were both scared of there wits. Boomer went for
neck first as a enemy drew close.
Skin-Taker let the rift snap shut, turning to look for the right
Strings. "Home..." He found the ones that had used to lead
to Candle Cove. They hung loosely in the air, all having been
snapped in two. "Never go back? Never go home?" A cry of
fury escaped his teeth, as he swung his cane wildly. He struck a
string, causing it to belt out an alarming noise. A rift appeared,
but much more violently than usual. It seemed to tear open, and
once it had it pulled at him like a whirlpool. He flew through it,
landing in a pile at the feet of Galadriel. Even from his crumpled
state on the ground he knew she was beautiful. Her skin was pure,
absolutely flawless. It was perfect... He quickly reformed, giving
a courtly bow to the woman. "Good day madam. I do hope you are a
trifle more refined than the brute I had to deal with a moment ago.
Would you happen to know where I am?"