Frollo turns to the mountain. "Now that IS a godless abomination! How in the world did you get access to the powers of hell? Its mistress is over in that castle."
Frollo points to the castle. "Anyway I personally have been trapped here for a while now. I've been praying to Mary and God for freedom."
As the patch work world continued turning, something massive started materializing on its land... it formed walls, it formed towers, it formed a mammoth castle at least a thousand feet high. It was a sprawling metropolis... Banners proclaiming the name "Radiata" snapped in the breeze, and the people of the city continued going on their business, each of the people having their own lives being lived out. A figure was seen walking out from one of the gates, holding a heavy haversack over one shoulder and dressed in practical yet stylish traveling clothes.
"Are you sure you want to leave Radiata?" A girl asked the person about to leave.
"...Yes. I have no business here any longer." The young man replied, his voice neutral.
"But you're a hero to the people! You won the war against those Faeries and slayed the Four Dragons, Heralds of Humanity's Destruction!" The girl wailed at him, begging him to stay.
"That's in the past. I have to walk to the future..." The man responded back.
"Is this because of Ridley? She chose to join the other side! She died, yes, but it was because she chose to join the enemy!"
"Keep her out of this." This time, the voice lost all of its warmth. "I can do whatever I want to."
"...Jack..." The figure turned around to regard the girl, looking exactly like Captain Jack Russell of the Faerie Army, down to his boyish face, brown hair and eyes. He frowned as he saw the girl's teary eyes.
"Jack the Dragon Slayer and Knight Captain of Radiata, do your best!" The girl screamed, trying to hold back tears.
"Heh... I will." Jack Russell replied back with a small smile, before departing on the dirt road leading away from the city of Radiata.
"Nice place ya gots. The name's Galvados, Blood Orc leader." Galvados introduced him to the horde of Orks. "Us Blood Orcs born with red skins, unlike you greenies. We can live in volcanoes easily with red skin." He grunted out.
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Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected."Send ultimatum."
"Affirmed. Message being broadcast."
High above the world, unimaginably ancient and powerful technologies flared to life, advanced signals bombarding the planet below. As the waves made contact with machinery and metal, any telecommunication machine- anything metal, for that matter- immediately began to vibrate, broadcasting a message that would reach the ears of any and all on the battlefield. The voice that spoke was strange sounding, high-pitched, somewhat stilted, and one that puncutated it's phrases periodically with buzzes, whirrs, and beeps, and other words that were apparently untranslateable.
"Nor bab zepruva. Greetings, meat creatures. Nforbert. Be honored that the glorious Grox Empire has chosen to speak to you in person and prolong your survival, rather than exterminate you immediately like the plague you are. We have taken this planet for our own. Nforbert. If you choose to leave, you will live slightly longer. If you protest you will face extermination." There was a brief pause, followed by a series of shrieking beeps and a buzzing alarm. "Message repeats. Nor bab zepruva. Greetings, meat creatures. Nforbert. Be honored that the glorious Grox Empire has chosen to speak to you in person and prolong your survival, rather than exterminate you immediately like the plague you are. We have taken this planet for our own. Nforbert. If you choose to leave, you will live slightly longer. If you protest you will face extermination."
"Begin preparations to leave immediately. Grobgrobgrob. Pathetic flesh creatures like yourselves that protest will be vaporized. Transmission ends."
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Grazghkull continued to look at the blood orcs, growing impatient with the grots. He was a busy Warboss, he had boyz to pound into shape. "I'm waitin, ya runt"
In his tent, Mad Dok Grotsnik's looked at the glass beakers filled with pretty colors. His boss might have told him no on the experiments, but that didn't mean he couldn't mess with some chemicals to fill in the time. He dropped some spores into a beaker full of a red liquid, and slowly giggled as a reaction started and the beaker bubbled over. Oh so many good things are going to happen.
Sometimes I even amaze myself. Currently: Nice and sneaky like"...is my fork threatening to kill all life on the planet?"
"Not just your fork Swift, looks like everything metal is doing the same thing."
"So, what? Did they get a hive mind or something?"
"Not sure, we better check it out." With that, George got up, then realized something. "Or, we should as soon as we figure out where that came from."
Hamsters! Hubuluhuh! Blargledash! Words!"Runt? No one calls Blood Orcs runts." Galvados growled, his palm igniting with fire magic.
"Calm down, boss. We'se too small here. Too much greenies." An aide said to him, looking at the other ones.
"Grr..." Galvados extinguished the flames. "What question youse have?" He growled back.
Jack in Fort Halencia frowned as he heard the announcement. "Great, more enemies..." He face palmed at the announcement.
Jack outside of Radiata smiled as he heard the announcement. "Great, more enemies..." He smiled a little insanely and his eyes flashed red for a brief instance. Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
After landing and getting the droids and hummers off the ships. A standard droid stood with its hand to its head. "We are currently doing inventory and we currently have fourteen tankers, twenty scouts, and fifty standard droids. The only weapons we have is what we carried on our persons." The droid on the other line responded, "Don't let clockwork take inventory, you know what would happen." The droid on planet sighed, he knew clockwork's reputation. "Roger, is he on planet?", the planet side droid responded. "No, we don't think so.", came the reply. "Roger, reinforcements should be here in an hour?" The droid on the communication said, "Affirmative, over and ..." The message was interrupted by the grox's transmission. After the transmission the captain droid that had given the current inventory said, "Did you hear that? Should we engage?" The voice on the other end quickly replied, "We all heard it. ...... No, do not engage. Repeat, do not engage." The captain droid sighed and thought of why droids seemed doomed to always wind up in war.
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.Ghazghkull crackled at the worked up Galvados. While the fire coming from the palm was a bit worrying, it wasn't something that the warboss hasn't seen before. "If you ain't a propa Ork like us, den where dah zog did you come from?"
"Boss, boss!" One Ork ran up to the Prophet of Gork and Mork "Listen to did!" He held up a radio, which was currently playing the Grox's ultimatum. There was a slight pause from the war lord, before he began roaring with laughter "HA HA HA HA! Looks like we got our selves a fight, boyz!" The other Ork cheered, some howling and shouting war chants. Many dropped their tools and headed for the armory, picking up shoootas and choppas, rokkits and stikkbombs. These Ork could not be any happier.
Sometimes I even amaze myself. Currently: Nice and sneaky like"We'se come from the Firelands, where we live with only one rule: The Strong Rules. We'se then took over Borgandiazo, the greenie's home, and made it new country. After, we teamed up with Faeries after human came and beat our best warriors and me and we fought in a war against other humans. We won..." Galvados smiled, remembering how much heads he bashed.
A nearby Transport Pig, a magical stone statue of a winged pig, started glowing bright. Soon, a hulking green form stepped out of the light, showing a giant Green Orc with a single horn on his head.
◊ "Galvados, we heard war message. Prepare the troops." He growled out.
"Youse don't need to say twice! War is bread and butter for us, JJ!" Galvados roared out laughing, then sent one of his aides to prepare his horde of warriors and mounts. "Greenies help out too?"
"Sure, Reds like you too stupid to wage real war." JJ said, smiling.
"Gahaha! I like youse horns! You got big ones!" Galvados said, slapping JJ on the back. Anyone but Jack and JJ would've gotten a fist full of fire for saying that.
Jack returned back to the Fort. "I assume we're going to prepare the defenses?" Jack said, preparing the armory.
Jack returned back to Radiata. "Arm yourself, we have things to kill." Jack said, drawing a sword and inciting a crowd. Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
Puppetmon looked up and laughed as he heard the ultimatum from the Gronx. "Haaa what dummies. I don't even have any meat." He said, punctuating that by knocking against the side of his head. His head did klunk like a hunk of wood. He held up his odd metal hammer and shouted "I'd like to see these chumps stand up to the might of the Dark Masters!"
Buggy raised an eyebrow and asked "What the hell is wrong with this place? We just got here and suddenly war has been declared. This is weird."
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Frollo hears the thunk. "How odd. Who would create a sentient puppet? Say do you want to be a real boy?"
"The Strong Rule, huh? You and me 'fink alike" Ghazzy said, although he raised an eyebrow at the mention of teaming up with the Faeries. He did not have a chance to ask, for a particularly large Ork with horn sticking out the top of his head. "Yah Orks ganna be fightin' too? Mind if we join you?" He asked with a great big grin. Nearby a few Orks were piling into trukks and buggies, slamming ammo into their shootas and making sure their choppas were sharp enough.
Sometimes I even amaze myself. Currently: Nice and sneaky like"Aye, you can join us." JJ told the Prophet. "You need any mounts? We got plenty." The Transport Pig flashed golden again, and the Blood Orc that went earler came back from the light.
"The mounts are ready. Sabre cats are harnessed, so are Fire Rhinos. Greenies getting their Mammoths and Gigante Tortoises ready too." He reported back to Galvados.
"We'se almost ready then. Gather the scouts from the Fort, is almost time." Galvados' order was taken cared of as the messenger disappeared by Transport Pig again.
"Hehe... soon is crushing time." Galvados chuckled as more Blood Orcs poured out of the Transport Pigs, sitting astride tawny Great Sabre Cats, the primal and fierce feline predators of the Ocho Region.
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected."Aye, we are getting ready to defend ourselves." Jack told Swift, as he looked on an entire wall framed with all kinds of weapons. "What to take?" Jack mused.
"Take along a couple of spears, the range and quickness will serve well on open fields like these." The female voice echoed from the doorway. A girl with blonde hair tied in twin pigtails carrying a magical battle axe came into the room, wearing pink plate armor.
"Thanks, Ridley." Jack smiled at her, who smiled back.
"You're welcome, Jack." Ridley smiled back, her stoic features melting a little.
Jack sat astride a veritable horde of weaponry, dressed in black armor. He picked up a battle axe and put it inside his bag. Just like Ridley used to wield before she died... Jack thought sadly, as he prepared for war, an entire batallion of soldiers scrambling to attention in front of him.
"We blasted you off because you were being a homicidal maniac!" Gil shouted at John Freeman. "Anyways, we must mobilize for war. Get orders from Lord Zane." The elves did as Gil said, recieving telepathic orders from the elf king.
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Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected."Well, ain't that just polite of 'em! Listen ta that, lettin' us live!"
"Sounds like they've got the power to back it up, though."
"If anything shows up... Get the Raven's Nest on the line."
The interior of the Nest was rank and dusty, lit by fading neon lights and sunlight filtering in through the windows. A few were broken and patched up with wood and duct tape, the rest caked in a permanent layer of dust and grime. The street outside was barely visible, but what could be seen was a sad vista- Old, half-buried cars and scrap metal littered the area, and the rag-wearing citizens picked their way through quickly, avoiding the side streets and keeping their heads down. Only the center of the street was clear, anything in the way stomped flat by the patrolling MTs and Normals.
There weren't many people in the Nest, not today- Usually, a dozen or so Lynx or prospective Lynx would be hanging around, but today there were only three, all women, and all in the linkup suits they wore in their mechs.
One, a blond-haired European woman, was sprawled on a ratty sofa, wine glass in hand. "Bartender, gimme another!" There was silence from the counter. "Fuck... Did we kill him again?"
The dark-haired Asian woman sitting in an armchair looked up from her laptop, shutting it as she did. "No, he's off duty. He said you could help yourself, but he's got a camera watching, so it'll all be on your tab."
"Oh." The sprawled woman seemed to consider this. "Hey, could you hack it for me? Thaaanks, Ay-Pool."
"Pay your own tab, Stiletto."
A phone at the counter rang, and the two Lynx looked at it.
"You go get it."
"Why? You're closer."
"I'm also drunk."
"Hasn't stopped you before."
They both began to get up, before the third Lynx plucked it from the wall. "Wynne D. Fanchon here, what's up?"
"Maaan, and I was about to get up... I never get to answer the phone." Stiletto slumped back onto the couch, taking a sip from the empty wineglass and glaring at it.
Wynne put the phone back. "Got a job, looks like. All three of us need to be ready."
Ay-Pool looked alarmed, shutting her laptop in surprise. "All three? What? At most, I'd expect two..."
"Different world, different rules. Apparently, there's something gonna hit us, something big. From space, even."
"Bull-SHIT. What's going on here?"
"If it's a threat to the city and the Union, we've got to take it on."
"Meh. Whatever, it'll be good to finally shoot something. Didn't get to do a thing to that little Merrygate.
"Shut it, French."
"Suck it, Disaster."
"Jack, who are they?" Ridley asked the brown haired Captain.
"Oh, that's George and Swift." We met them fighting some weird old white guy named the Emperor and and his friend in black armor with asthma." Jack responded.
"They're pretty cute." Ridley bent down, and patted them on their respective heads, smiling.
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.

"I don't think that's a costume." He turned to Puppetmon. "Slow down, little dude. We're not with these digiwhatevers you just called us. We're trapped here, just like you. Calm down."