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Date Posted: 19:33:23 11/26/02 Tue
Author: The DimenScion
Subject: Everything in its Right Place
In reply to: The DimenScion 's message, "The Beginning of the End" on 14:14:54 11/10/02 Sun

"SO IT IS A FIGHT YOU WANT?

FAIR ENOUGH.

COME TO DADDY."

Sohn flung his arms out, grinning maliciously. His hands took on an eerie glow. The rocketing Grigori(s?) started speeding up. A surprised look came over his (their?) face.

"This can't be good."

The DimenScion found himself (themselves?) locked in Sohn's grip. Massive fingers were strangling the helpless hero(es?).

"GIVE IN! THERE IS NO ESCAPE! THE GREAT ONE WILL RETURN, AND THE SPUNIVERSE WILL BE HIS!"

"Wethinks not!"

With a simultaneous slicing of the air, Sohn's hands were torn from the celestial neck. "This has gone on long enough!" He (they?) cried. A fist smashed into Sohn's jaw.

"I AM BEYOND PAIN! DO YOU HONESTLY EXPECT TO HARM ME!"

"No more. We've had it! SPUinviversal tear or not, you will be eliminated!" Snarled an enraged DimenScion. He (they?) slammed his (their?) hands together, then swept them apart�one going up, one off to the side. The palms burned with a deep azure flame. "Among those who know the secret, it's popular belief that you can't kill a character...but that's not true." Sohn quirked his brow as the fire burned more intently.

"BACKSPACE!!!"

Sohn was helpless as the cerulean flame streaked toward him. He seemed frozen, unable to move.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooo!!"

The piercing shriek of the dissolving Sohn cut through space, defying science by crossing the SPUniverse for all to hear...until Sohn was no more. The DimenScion gave a mental sigh, throwing an energy cloud over the reverting Walter Patterson. All seemed safe. Everything was in order...right?

Wrong.

Rynox McCloud's elite team of mercenary pilots was nearing the end of their mission. They were the infamous Star Rynox�four heroes-for-hire fighting to save the SPUniverse.

"Shock! Swear to Zarquon, some of these things have to he the size of buses!" Squawked Ebonhawk, the one-named vigilante. His ship was blasting through hordes of massive insects; they seemed endless.

"Don't get ya's featha's ruffl'd so easy!" Elmer Weasely sneered. His comm-link was soon filled with a variety of caws from his insulted wingman.

"Will you two stop arguing long enough to focus?" Sighed Nova. She longed for the days back on Corneria, where she wasn't drawn from the nest to save the day to pay the bills. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. "Where'd Rynox go?"

Their fearless leader had snuck off to tangle with their target alone. His ship winded through the massive maze, twisting through hairpin turns with ease. Finally, the maze ended...and his reward was a massive monkey head laughing maniacally.

"BoGo�!"

"I've been waiting for you, Rynox McCloud!" Laughed the decapitated primate. A pair of oversized hands accompanied him. "That tin can won't hold up very long!"

Rynox gave a quick curse as the sinister BoGo� slammed his giant palms together...smashing the ship.

"Damn. That was easy."

This can't be good.

We've warped the SPUniverse beyond repair! Quick, we've got to do something! Work, damn you, work!

...Done. I think it's all right now.

Wrong.

"Whaddaya mean ya can't find 'em?!" Shwang Shwing screamed into the phone. "This show's sold out! Funktron 5000 isn't standing up Swizzle Firma!"

Shwang slammed the phone on the hook, mad as Hell. Arguably the most successful band in the SPUniverse had gone missing. Swizzle Firma was the most happening club in space, and didn't need something like this to drive business to Cecil's LEGOPit. He looked out at the crowd. The screams of "WE WANT FUNKTRON" were deafening.

"Dammit. We got a backup act?" He asked. His two assisstants scrambled through their schedules, each trying to beat the other.

"Ah-ha!" The gangly Jack Pott smirked. Pushing up his glasses, he pulled out a flier for a local band on the asteroid. "Nigel and the Madmanches seems to draw in good crowds, I'm sure they'd be happy to cover until Funktron shows up."

Shwang grimaced. "They're on the way out. The King Quartet's bringin' in more dough than them nowadays! And I sure as Hell ain't putting those poor saps out on stage for these chumps to maul. They're moshing to a smuggled in MP9-recording deck! Black, whaddayou got for me?"

As Jack Pott frowned, Jack Black grinned with joy. He rummaged about his fancy little folder, and whipped out a rival flier.

"The Neo-Knights are popular, sir. Just a quick call and they can be here in less than 12 parsecs!"

"That's distance."

"No it's not! You're just jealous!"

"Why would I be jealous of an idiot like you?!"

Shwang Shwing sighed as the pair started a sissy-slapping war. A long night was ahead.

No, no, no! That's not it at all!

Okay, okay, let's try again.

...There! Now, it's gotta be right...right?

Wrong.

"Yeeeeearrrgh, me hearties! Thar be a booty ta plunder!"

Basil Usher was the most feared space-pirate in the SPUniverse. At the very sight of a cargo ship, he would start barking gibberish commands to the crew of the Pitstain. "Hoist tha mainmast! Ready tha cannons!"

The imposing Pitstain was closing in on the freighter. Countless tethered hooks launched into the ship, soon accompanied by a dozen Manches sliding down, cutlasses in hand. Each one started peeling away at the hull, weakening the defenses before the Pitstain's cannon prepared to tear a hole in it. One of the bandaged bandits gave out a cry, and they scurried back up the ropes. The gun took aim....

BLAM!!!

Captain Basil and his First Mate, Cecil, dove in. "Gaaaaarrr! We be stealin' yer swag, ya saucy lad!" He snarled to the frightened pilot.

"Take it! It's yours!" The scared deliveryboy screamed. The pair of pirates snickered at the sight while more poured in and began to crack the cargo hold's lock. The door swung open, and the room shined with the glow of impossible riches..."Omicron Mint" was clearly labeled on the outside of the ship.

Just another catch for Basil Usher.

What the Hell?

Let's both try.

I hope this works.

I think it's fine.

Wrong.

Batbot darted down the nearest alleyway. Megatron's enforcers were on his tail. He stared down at the stolen object in his hand.

"Did I just steal the Matrix?" Batbot asked himself quietly. Judging from the swarm of Predacon Police hunting him, he wagered a strong "Yes."

Ever since Shockwave had led the Decepticons to victory in the Great War, the evolving factions had fought over the trophy of war. The Maximals, a small group of Autobot descendants, were looking to light their darkest hour. The Predacons intended to keep them in eternal shadow.

Batbot was the only one in his team still alive; the rest had been slaughtered by the Predacon's security. How did he get a hold of the Matrix? Even he wasn't sure. Something happened...he just didn't know what.

A tank drone rolled by. Scared the mech fluid out of the poor lad. Batbot peeked around the corner, glad that it had passed. He started in the other direction....

"Hello, Maximal." Until he bumped into Veridian, the most ruthless one on the squad. "Hand over Prime's Folly, and just maybe I'll let you live."

"I won't betray the cause!" Batbot growled, trying his hardest to intimidate the officer. Veridian only grinned, readying his chain gun.

"Suit yourself."

Batbot was filed Missing In Action.

I'm pretty sure that wasn't supposed to happen.

We're getting closer....

One more time.

The Grigoris consolidated their efforts...struggling to ~~write~~ right the wrongs wreaked by their own doing.

"There!"

The SPUniverse had returned, more or less.

Well...more.

The DimenScion looked up to see a massive island stranded in space. His (their?) eyes grew wide....

"We've failed!

In a flash, Walter and Kathryn were home, safe at Rugby. The DimenScion took a while to stare at the island, before vanishing himself (themselves?).

A new era was upon the SPUniverse....

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