Mandalorian Tales: WoM
Jerard Kal: Human/Hedgehog, Mandalorian Warlord
Guntiver: Wolf, Arctic Freedom Fighter
Erma: Ermine, Arctic Freedom Fighter
Thor: Asgardian, Protector of Earth
Cable: Mutant, Time Traveler
Deadpool: Mutate, Mercenary
Color“Drake”: Black Dragon/Hedgehog, Black Flight Redeemer
Juggernaut: Former Human, Vigilante
Captain America: Human, Avenger
Phil “Cheese” Coulson: Human, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Steve brought his shield up to block the incoming electricity the female shot at them. His vibranium shield absorbed most of the deadly energy of the attack. As he defended them, his companions at the moment opened fire on the figure. The silhouette leaped over their heads and roundhouse kicked Deadpool to the ground. “Ow! That smarts!” was his reply to the attack as he face-planted into the earth. The figure tried to sweep the other man, but Coulson leaped quickly backwards and fired a few shots. The figure ran to the side towards Captain Rogers.
Phil ceased fire, not wanting to risk harming his teammate. “Nice trick. Cap, any idea what this thing might be?” He asked. Rogers threw his shield at the target. “I’m not sure...” he watched as the female figure leaped over the shield coming at her, allowing it to come dangerously close to her body without letting it connect. The shield clanged on the wall behind her and she ducked under the shield as it returned.
“...but it’s definitely metahuman, or metamobian, in origin.” The Captain finished as he caught his shield. The light of the moon began to shine through the cloudy sky, dousing everything in a faint blue light. Deadpool sat up and saw the figure, now clearly seeing who it was in the light. “Hey! You’re that Shady chick!” He yelled. She responded to the name with a start.
Coulson grunted. “I don’t know why you think this figure is shady, Wade.” “No, Phil, I mean her name is Shady. S-H-A-D-Y. I saw her on Deviantart.” Deadpool quickly replied. Coulson facepalmed. “Wilson, I swear, I have no idea where you get these notions.” Deadpool simply waved to the hedgehog girl. She stood up out of her combat position.
“So, what are you doing here in my dimension?” She asked.
Drake rested against a building for a moment as Korra healed his wounds. He watched the red behemoth tearing through the enemy ranks. The giant wall of flesh tore through the ranks of black blood wisps and corrupted mobians, roaring satisfaction with each pounding. The enemy was diverting their attention to taking out this being.
The superhuman was taking on this horde of enemies alone. Drake couldn’t help but be reminded of the times he faced waves of enemies by himself on his home world, and yet, he would have been tired by this time if not overwhelmed. The Juggernaut stood tall. “Is that the best you got?!” he taunted. The invading army was bringing out a mobile tank, training its payload at the Juggernaut. “Come on! Fight me!” he yelled at the armored vehicle.
The vehicle shot it’s heavy round at the behemoth, landing a direct hit on him. Drake stared at the smoke, wondering if that would take down their unexpected ally. There was a dead silence on both sides as they all awaited for the smoke to dissipate. There, standing tall in defiance was the Juggernaut, unscathed. Marko smiled to himself and grabbed the tank, folding it like paper.
The rest of the villainous army retreated, their forces greatly diminished. Drake stood up, awestruck and full of joy. “That was amazing! Who are you?” He asked. Juggernaut turned and scowled, but then gave a quick grin of amusement. Instead of responding, he walked into the village and sat on a rock. He stretched as though he had just done a lengthy workout.
Drake scratched his head, hoping to have gotten more of a response out of him. “Um, sir?” Drake tried to get his attention. The Juggernaut did not respond, instead, he started humming a tune. Drake tapped his foot in his impatience. “Excuse me, but I’m speaking to you!” He declared. The giant turned to him, not amused with his tone. Drake did not stand down. “I was hoping to ask if you could help us in our fight against Deathseeker.”
The Juggernaut scoffed. “No.” Drake hid his surprise, though he did not expect this person who came to their rescue to say no to helping them. “But, you have incredible strength and we could use all the help we can get to defeat him!” “Just leave me alone. I don’t do the hero thing anymore.” The Juggernaut replied, standing and taking his leave.
Drake sighed. “Well, I guess it’s just us, Korra.” He turns to find she isn’t standing behind him, but rather, speaking with the leader of the village. “....I was hoping she would back me up. Oh well.”
The group had gathered around the table. Guntiver started the meeting. “Ok, so the plan is to make our way to Knothole and push back the enemy from the North so we can leave it unguarded without worrying.” Jerard nodded in agreement. “Assembling an army is important. I’m glad that the walruses were able to establish a militia, but we’ll need to send some people up here to protect it while we make our way south.”
Cable chimed in, “I can try to communicate with my dimension. I have allies in this time.” He began typing on a holoscreen that he made appear from his gauntlet. Guntiver continued, “So, we have a few routes. The first route means going to Yurashia. We know we have allies there, but it’s very out of the way. The other is going straight south. It’s faster, but the only allies in the path are the Sand-Blasters...”
Thor noticed the pause. “Is there something more?” Gunitver nodded, “The Sand-Blasters may be Freedom Fighters, but they’re far from allies. They attempted to force Sonic to work for them and later on, Kill him.” “Not to mention they forced out former robians from Sand Blast City after the mass deroboticization. Needless to say, they had no one else to turn to but Eggman. They’ve been fighting for the city ever since.” Erma added.
Jerard groaned. “And Mobius has no other military forces aside from the Kingdom of Acorn and Robotnik’s forces?” Erma shrugged. Guntiver decided to give a clearer answer. “Well, yes. Everyone else is either a small Militia or Freedom Fighters like ours. The only others that come close are the G.U.N. forces, and they’re meant for defensive combat.”
Jerard sighs, going into deep thought about what course of action they could take. It seemed clear enough that going to this world’s far east would be wise in gathering forces, but not an army. Going straight to the Kingdom of Acorn and Knothole would put them in contact with an actual army, but it wouldn’t have much reinforcements if it was just them. Then there was the issue of the Sand-Blasters. If they couldn’t trust them, then who else could they get to help them help Mobius. That’s where Zapper chirped a question to Jerard.
Flip scratched his head. “What’d he say?” Jerard smiled, “He said, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” The group didn’t seem to understand the comment. Of course, Jerard knew what his old friend meant. “If the Sand-Blasters are not our allies, then Eggman’s forces there might be.” Guntiver was the first to respond. “Are you seriously considering an alliance with Eggman?!”
Jerard shook his head. “I never said Eggman, I said Eggman’s forces. Armies always have one or two deserters, and who’s to say that can’t happen here?” Augustus gives a bit of a laugh. Guntiver smiled too, “Well, I guess you’re right, but you’d need to be pretty persuasive to get them to join you.” “Hey, I was a negotiator back in the day. Albeit aggressive negotiations. I’ll figure out something. It couldn’t hurt to try.”
The group nodded, agreeing that this was a good course of action. A small chance was better than none, and access to some of Eggman’s resources could be invaluable for the future. Jerard look to Guntiver. “When do we head out?” “We leave tomorrow at dawn. Everyone get packed and ready to go by then.”
In the refuge of Knothole, the soldiers were licking their wounds after their most recent endeavor. Sonic looked on disheartened. He had gone to war with Eggman more times than he could count, but this new enemy was using something new and far more sinister. While Silver’s group tried to attack head on, he had gone around in order to provide support from the flank. What he saw looked like it came right out of a horror movie.
The streets had been full of dead mobians that had not escaped the fall of the Kingdom of Acorn. Worse still were the shambling corpses of humans and mobians alike. Even if he had fought organic life, it was alive. This was some perversion of the process of life and death. It took everything he had to not vomit at the sight and return to Knothole. He had since told of what he saw to the others. After all this effort to push forward, there only seemed to be more and more stopping their progress.
Sonic now sat at the top of one of the trees, looking out in the distance, hoping that this was all just some horrible nightmare that he could wake up from. Unfortunately, life isn’t a fairy tale and the answer to their problems wasn’t just going to fall out of the sky. A voice called out to him from below. “Hey, you gonna come down from there at some point?” It was Edward, who had suffered from the terrible works of Medusa and the Galactic Empire so many months ago. They had hoped that Tails could reverse the process that transformed Edward and Winry into mobians until this mess happened and the world was thrown into chaos.
Sonic leaped down from his perch to the planks below. “What’s up, Ed? Anything new?” Edward scratched his ear. He looked still a bit off-put by his altered anatomy. “Not much. Sally wanted to ask if you were ok.” Sonic nodded. “Just peachy. Things in general are off so this is probably as good as I’m going to be for a bit. How’s Tails’ work coming along?”
Edward sighed. “He’s still busy trying to talk to N.I.C.O.L.E. She and those other two A.I.s are still in the city’s system. He’s hoping that if we can communicate, we can coordinate a better attack.” Sonic frowned, noticing the tone of his voice wasn’t all that chipper. “And?”
“No progress at all. It’s like he’s being jammed. Winry’s tried to convince him to take a break, but he’s only ever stopped for a bit of food.” He shook his head. “I really hope he makes some progress or he might be like this for a long time.” Sonic nodded. “I’ll talk to him. You can tell Sally I’m fine. I had to clear my head a bit.” Sonic then hurried off to Tails’ place.
“Damn it! Why can’t you get into their system?!” asked a rather imposing man in a trench coat. He was trying to get his subordinate to hack into the computer system of Mobotropolis. They had the city, yes, but they still didn’t have control. The cursed A.I. was still hounding them at every turn. It was nothing more than an annoyance, but it was still annoying.
“I’m working as fast as I can. Creating programs to destroy thee pesky A.I. is almost as tedious as your constant request of results.” The man working at the computer moaned. The man in the trench coat took offense to this. He grabbed the man and stood him up before thrusting his arm straight through the subordinate’s body. The subordinate coughed up blood, his eyes wide open at the realization of his mistake. “Pitiful.” The man in the trench coat commented, tossing the body aside. “I suppose we’ll require a new programer.”
He turned to the black creature next to him, who smiled and laughed. “Yes, we’ll find one at once.” It grabbed the dead body with it as a snack, leaving the man in the trench coat alone. He stared at the computer console, now splattered with the blood of the man he had just slain. He had a moment to consider how he came to be in this situation. The being known as Dormammu had come to him with a proposition. He asked for resources, and in exchange, the man was allowed to experiment with the inhabitants of this world.
However, he had not come up with any worthwhile subjects yet. They were either too weak or tested his patience on more than one occasion. That however pales in comparison to the persistence of these autonomous A.I.s, who had more than once brought a building down on his workers or soldiers, setting back plans by weeks. If he was going to make any progress, he would need to destroy these programs. Then, he would not only have control of this nanite city, but also the secrets hidden in the computer’s memory.
On the floating Angel Island, a band of creatures not of this world, but neither were they frightening, were attempting to steel the Master Emerald. These forces served a spiky-shelled king who was currently in league with the being known as Deathseeker. Little do they know, the newest Guardian was an even greater monster than their own king.
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