As Arguma and Wildcard were heading back to base on the Exile, minding their own business, a most unexpected incident occurred. As if coming from out of nowhere, some sort of metallic object fell from the sky, careening towards the Exile, and landed head-firt. While did not puncture the Exile, it still made a significant dent. However, if one were to inspect closer, the object appeared human shaped, with black jeans and a white hooded jacket clothing it. However, the hood was currently not on the object's head; thus, as soon as the object touched the exile, the being's physical properties changed, matching that of the Exile as best it could. Then, now that it possessed the Exile's physical strength, it began pounding into the dent it had made, doing it's best to wreck it's way inside...
And meanwhile, while everyone's attention was focused on the strange being, what appeared to be a blurry space of air could be seen a few feet away from the strange metallic being
10 minutes ago...
"...Interesting." Comedy, clad in a white tuxedo and his trademark Greek Comedy mask, slowly strolled the late Uncle Dimitri's lab, gazing at bloody sight laid out before him. "It seems that our experiments have been taken away. And the loyal staff have all been laid to rest.
" He then drew out his sword, and hacked off a head of one of the staff. Then, giving his best Hamlet impression, slowly reached down, picked up the severed head, and said to it, "I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of... a fellow of..." He then slammed the skull back down on the ground. "Ah, who am I fooling other then myself? These were simply pawns.
To be discarded at a moment's notice. Still, this is only the latest in a string of events that has gained my ire..."
Indeed; the 'heroes' had learned the secret of alternate dimension, mortally wounded Charity, had now raided one of their labs, and even were in the midst of taking care of Dr.Reich — something that never occurred in his own dimension.
Taking a moment to think on all this, he then lifted up his arm to his chest, and use his other hand to press the wrist-watch on his wrist. In actuality, it was a communications device, capable of communicating even to other dimensions. He decided to contact one particular fellow; the man responsible for this entire state of affairs in the first place.
"Ah, hello, Mein Fuhrer," said a German voice on the other end, with a hologram appearing at the same time; that of a bald, and rather buff old man. "Vhat is it, if I may ask?"
"Is Charity — or, as she sometimes likes to be called, Livewire — finished now?"
"Yes," said the doctor, "yes, she is. She still isn't at 100&, but she is still vell enough for combat."
Comedy grunted at that. It was his way of saying, 'Good.' "In that case, it's time to commence the first wave of attacks. I was hoping that your counterpart would be able to finish this all by himself without us interfering any more then we have already, but it seems that this dimensions destiny may be starting to be altered — perhaps by our very interference in this dimension. However, since we have all but assured this dimension's eventual prosperity, it is time we take a... more direct
"Very well, Mein Furher," said the other Dr.Reich. The communication thus ended.
"I'm afraid I may have to meddle here again personally as well...", said Comedy...