Billions upon billions of stars breezed past as the great red ship, the Gokai Galleon, cut her way through the sea of the stars. Each star within each galaxy meant an opportunity for the young crew within her hull, opportunity for new adventure, new treasure, and new allies. While each may have their own goal, they remain united in their fight against the remains of the Space Empire Zangyack. That day, they sailed with no destination, going wherever the solar winds took them, until a rumour should take their fancy.

At the helm of the Galleon sat Captain Marvelous, with a mechanical parrot, Navi, sitting to his side, snoring on her perch. Behind them, they could barely hear the clinking of tea cups and Ahim’s questions beneath Gai’s constant enthusiasm as he detailed his scrapbook for the various people and heroes they had met. Even this chatter had fallen into the typical noisy atmosphere of the Galleon. However, even this relative peace never lasted long for the Gokaigers.

Navi’s eyes shot open.

“Mail! Mail! We’ve got mail!” she leapt from her perch and started flying all over the room, shouting as she went. Captain Marvelous tracked her with his eyes before jumping up to catch her out of the air, as the rest of the crew crowding around, Luka and Joe coming down from the upper deck, and Don from the kitchen.

“Alright, Navi, enough flapping around,” Captain Marvelous said, “Tell us what it’s about.”

“Ahem, I was getting to that.” She pulled herself upright and proceeded to spit up two boxes. “There you go! One’s addressed to Luka, and one’s for Ahim.”

“What?” Luka said, picking up the boxes and handing one to Ahim. “Why just us if they’re going to bother sending something?” Luka tore the paper from her package, and casually flipped open the pamphlet within.

"You have been formally invited to attend the Mushroom Kingdom's one hundredth star festival! This is a special event, which is held only once every hundred years, which we celebrate the great comet, which grants those who live in our humble kingdom life by providing us with our grand power stars! We do hope that you can attend!"

“It sounds like a scam,” she said, ready to throw the invitation away.

“It can’t be that fake looking if you’re considering it,” Captain Marvelous took it and inspected it for himself.

“Well,” Ahim finally spoke up, “I think it sounds like fun; it’s very interesting to see the festivities that the common people hold for these phenomena, and I wonder what sort of energy source these Power Stars could be.”

Luka snatched her invitation back from Captain Marvelous.

“In that case, I guess there’s no harm in checking it out at least. If it’s really a trap, then we can just fight our way back to the Galleon.”

Just as they made their agreement, a loud beeping came from the computer’s radar screen. Don activated the view screen, showing the large, mushroom-cap shaped spacecraft that had snuck up on them. At the very least, it didn’t seem to be hostile.

“Ah, look, they even sent us an escort, how considerate of them,” Ahim jogged off towards the ship’s hatch.

“Wait, Ahim!” Luka chased after her, making sure to grab their weapons on her way, “what about the Galleon?”

Ahim climbed easily in to the cabin of the Mushroom-Ship, and Luka jumped in after her. As soon as they were both safely aboard, the Mushroom-Ship began sailing off. The remaining Gokaiger watched it go for a brief moment, just staring at the spectacle.

“Sh-should we go after it?” Don looked over his shoulder at Captain Marvelous, who had retaken his seat at the helm.

“Follow them.”

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For Ahim and Luka, their journey was smooth and uneventful. Ahim casually hopped out of the Mushroom-Ship, dragging Luka behind her. Each girl had a saber and gun at her hips. Luka took the opportunity to breathe deep of the fresh air.

“Well, it’s a real place at least,” she stretched her arms and rolled her shoulders. “Maybe this whole thing wasn’t bunk after all.”

“We will surely bring souvenirs back for everyone,” Ahim watched as a group of Mushroom-Headed people walked around. “It’s such a shame that they couldn’t come along.”

Luka didn’t say out loud that the others could have come with if Ahim hadn’t rushed away like she had.
 
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Location: Festivities
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"Awww man... for real? What's he doing here? Well uh... I have a sudden urge to go to the bathroom, I'll see you guys when I'm done! Very urgent! Should take about ten minutes. Hope to get to know you after that!"

Ben rushes off as he dials his watch-like device. He looks back to see Mami for a bit, then back to his priority - Vilgax the Conquerer.

"Darn it, I didn't even get her name... Huh? Who's this? Ah whatever. Let's see if I can wolf that sushi platter down - Benwolf that sushi platter down, that is!"

As he runs for hiding, he bumps into two particular comparatively diminuitive individuals ( Ferociousfeind Ferociousfeind & BoltBeam BoltBeam ), his Omnitrix scraping against their strange hair as it glows a yellow again.

"Sorry! My bad! Gotta run!"

Soon, Ben was in hiding, away from the sight of all.

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"OK, now it's hero time."




As Vilgax harassed Dib, something streamed towards him. A jet of what seemed to be paint or ink splattered across, creating a path towards Vilgax until a good chunk of it splattered across his back, covering him and that particular area of stone pavement in green stuff.

Whatever was splattered on him, the impact hurt.

That something could not be seen clearly, but a small, bulging shape was seen 'swimming' through the ink path towards Vilgax!​
 
Ruby Rose

"Ben, wait!"


...Well, at least we still have each other...and a bunch of others surrounding us now. This is gonna be a little messy. But hey, at least I got to meet different people, right? Well, I still haven't really gotten in touch with them, and I gotta find out something to do. Hmmm... Wait, what about eating?! I gotta bring that up!

"So...anyone going to see what's there to eat with me?"

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Bandana Dee

The small Waddle Dee exited the mushroom-shaped ship, staring curiously at the town he had been dropped in. Giving a small, understanding nod to the curious figure with a mushroom for part of his head, Bandana began to stroll down the street that seemingly consisted of cobblestone. It was a shame that the king hadn't been able to make it. The brown parcel that'd shown up at the gate of Castle Dedede had been addressed to the monarch that lived within, yet despite how tempting the invitation had been, the king had responsibilities he just couldn't up and abandon for a party. But of course, as nice a celebration as the pamphlet described couldn't be left without some representative of Castle Dedede, so the king had sent Bandana to go instead. The Waddle Dee had been hesitant at first, after all, he was the most skilled guard the castle had, and Dedede had been kidnapped before. But the king had assured him that things would still run alright without him, and of course, Bandana wasn't one to defy an innocent order. So here he was, waddling along, admiring the soft glimmer of moonlight on the lake. Pulling out a small bottle of apple juice, he took a gentle sip as he turned his glance to the clear night sky that'd be perfect for viewing the rare appearing comet.




 
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Julia

"Not a witch. Just an alien,"
She corrects, watching as Ben runs off.

The Espeon looks back at Ruby and Mami, smiling distractedly. "Nice to meet you, Mami. I'm Julia."

At the mention of the food, Julia declines with a wave of her paw. "I'll look later. I have something to do first."

She looks back over in the direction of the fight, seeming to be waiting for something.

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Karako Pierot

"Oh, uh... You may call me Ruby Rose, or just...Ruby! He-heh...nice to meet you!"

The troll looked up at one of the other people here ( marc122 marc122 ). They seemed to be rather tall. At first, it intimidated him a bit. His eyes widened and he reached down to one of the rather large knives strapped to his belt.

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But, his eyes softened after a few seconds. The tall person didn’t seem too bad!!

“Honk!!”

He looked up at her a bit more joyfully, now with a smile on his face.

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Trying to keep a grasp of the conversation, she asked the group,

"So... What are you here for?"

"So...anyone going to see what's there to eat with me?"


The troll responded again. It seemed this was the only way he could ‘talk’.

“Honk!!”

The troll nodded his head gently and rocked back and forth on his heels.

[Current Activity: engaging in conversation, via honks.]
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Atraxa, Voice of the Praetors

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The room was a bleak color; black, silver, grays all around. The walls were stylized as if to resemble the innards of a being. The corners of the walls were decorated with pillars of bone, columns of spine that held up the similarly grotesque walls of sagging flesh, perfectly replicated in metal of course. Flesh, and any suggestion of it, was to rebel against the great Machine Orthodoxy, and that only meant being disassembled.


Atraxa, a once-angel, now the creation of twisted praetors, sat on a cushion of fine leonin furs opposite her similarly adorned bed, elongated to match her rather tall eight feet of height. She was busying herself with her wings, thumbing the inside, just underneath the plating that shielded the articulating joints that allowed her to bend the wing. Rust. This wasn’t something she had ever experienced before, and it had been growing underneath her right wing’s plating for the last few weeks. Why was this happening to her? She was created by FOUR of the FIVE praetors, was this the curse of the last praetor? Urabask, the one who chose to spurn her rather than to bless her creation, was the praetor of the forge after all. Maybe, this was a sign. She smashed a fist down onto her bed frustratedly.


An eyestalk emerged from the ceiling and interrupted her self loathing, clicking and whirring with insectile chirping as it slid down to meet her faceplate. It spoke in the language of the Phyrexians, a chittering unpleasant thing to listen to. “You are requested in the dining hall. Norn’s orders.” She gave a slight nod to the probe. “Message received. Thank you praetor Gitaxias. All will be one.” The stalk gave no return of the hail, and slithered back up into the orifice it came from. This was typical of him. Her hail was different from his hail, as he held no belief in the literalist philosophy of the Machine Orthodoxy's end goal: an all encompassing singularity of all life on New Phyrexia. He said that thoughts and ideas would be stifled and stalled if one one person was doing the thinking. She was wise enough to not question his logic, but she held her own beliefs nonetheless.


The amalgamation of machine and biomass that was Atraxa stood upright from her couch, and retrieved her spear from it's sharpening spot on the wall, reaching a hand into the open, tooth-lined maw that her oil-slicked spear resided in. It came out with a sickening slurp, it seemed that the wall sharpener wasn't quite done with cleaning it, but that was fine. She liked to get personal with her kills. The wall snapped it's mouth shut, and Atraxa took long strides to meet her creators at dinner.


The dining chamber was all at once majestic, and grotesque. The chamber was lit with pustules of bioluminescent light that hung from the ceiling, writhing and squirming as it bathed the room in it's sickly glow. Beneath it, was a long table filled with all manner of Phyrexian cuisine. Sharp, metallic fish writhed on platters, freshly caught from the Quicksilver Sea. A salad of blades and leaves from the newly conquered Razor Fields. Meat, was laid everywhere, sourced from the constant battles. It ranged from animals born for the slaughter, to captured rebels whose bodies were unfit for dismemberment, even disobedient servants who had found themselves in the wrong place too many times were served. All were in various stages of preparation. Many were cooked, some seasoned, some burned, some uncooked, few still wheezing their last. These were the type of meals that Atraxa had become used to, as each of the praetors that arrived each had a different taste.


At the end of the table, three figures sat. On the left, a hulking monstrosity barely contained itself on a cloister of chairs meant to accommodate all of his weight. He seemed to be a walking scrapyard, yet was entirely symmetrical. Jagged features were joints, limbs, and teeth. Two glassy stones sat in the middle of his battering ram of a head, and as he shoveled food into his mouth, rows and rows of teeth gleamed, reminding Atraxa exactly what he stood for. Only the strongest would survive. This was Vorinclex. Usually, he would have his right hand woman, Glissa, by his side, but she was strangely absent today.


Opposite him, a tall, thin, snake-like figure of silver sat, sipping at a glass of translucent blue liquid. He had no discernable eyes on his head, shaped not unlike an arrowhead. His body was intricate, as if it were a large spine, with vials and pumps interlaced between his long limbs. His fingers were long daggers, and they absentmindedly drummed the table. An array of tools had been strewn around his side of the table, but had been pushed to the side, most likely at his behest. That was Jin-Gitaxias, and he was the one who summoned her to the table earlier.


At the end of the table, a single figure waited patiently, hands folded neatly, not a single scrap of food on her plate. She had a faceplate nearly identical to Atraxa's, however, hers was unbroken. Her body seemed to be made of porcelain, and she was the shortest of the two titans that impatiently waited for Atraxa's arrival. She seemed to have porcelain plating all over her body, her forearms, her torso, her waist, and in between the cracks of her armor, a sanguine red continually flowed. Only her lower jaw was visible, and she was clearly grinning.


"Atraxa! My daughter! Won't you join us at the dinner table? We have-" She swatted at Vorinclex, who halted his endless feeding for but a moment. "We had plenty to eat, but I assure you, more is coming. Come sit down!" She reached down to grab a seat, but her hand found nothing but air. She turned her head, and found that a seat hadn't been prepared for her creation whatsoever. "Servant!" She screeched, a hobbling, many legged being scrabbled to her attention.


"Yes my master?" She scowled. "Why isn't there a seat for my daughter?" He scurried off, legs flailing this way and that, before returning with a suitable chair, neatly scooting the bony structure under the onyx table. Norn's gaze hadn't left the creature since it had entered the room. "Good. You are dismissed." She stated, before bisecting it with a wave of her claws. "Jin, did you make that?" The praetor had barely looked up from the elf he was dissecting. "What, are you going to cut me in half too?" Norn sighed at the comment. "No honey, just less legs next time. You know I don't like it when they have so many. So much noise, clattering about with their tiny feet." Gitaxias didn't so much as verbally acknowledge her, grunting instead.


Atraxa nudged the bleeding body of the servant aside, and took her place at the table. Vorinclex had been patient enough to settle on gnawing on limbs, the bone crunching under his teeth as he chewed. “Actually darling,” Norn pointed at the body. “Before we pray, can you…” The angel laid her spear underneath the table, and plucked a part of the body off the ground, flinging it over her head and to Vorinclex, who bobbed his head to catch it. Elesh smiled, and began her prayer. “We thank the father of machines for our bountiful feast of flesh and flense, for our life here in New Phyrexia, and for the strength to achieve our dreams of profound greatness. All will be one.” Norn bowed her head. “For the progress engine.” Jin whispered. Vorinclex was silent, and then all at once resumed his quest to eat everything on the table.


“Now that all of that is out of the way, you should drink this.” Norn handed Atraxa a goblet, a skull repurposed to a goblet really, full of black fluid. Glistening oil, ichor, the blood of the Father of Machines, Phyrexian oil. “Drink.” Years ago, this would’ve been revolting. Norn would’ve forced a hose down her throat, and dumped gallon after gallon of the slick fluid down her throat and into her stomach, where it would roil and rage in her stomach. Now, she simply drank it, downing the whole cup in but a moment. She gave a hollow smile, a thin line forming across her face, a little bit of that corrupting fluid dribbling down her jaw, and plip-plip-plipping onto her lap. Norn cocked her head, noticing the mess her daughter was creating. “Oh dear, you mustn't waste any of the glorious- Here.” The porcelain praetor found her hands behind Atraxa’s head, and pulled her in, her tongue-


“NORN!” Jin yelled. He had angrily slammed down a severed hand from the elf he was working on. “Every time! This needs to stop, I’m trying to work, he’s trying to eat! Why do you think Sheoldred and Urabask stop coming to these?” Norn let go of her angel, and sat straight up, brushing off the slight oil that had gotten on her own cheek, and sucked it off her finger. “Sheoldred is currently fighting a cold war with one of her thanes, and Urabask-” Jin interrupted. “Again? I thought she had unified them already?” “Urabask locked off his layer a little while ago. Nothing gets in, or out. He’s stopped attending everything as of late, remember?” Jin shook his head. “Seriously, enough is enough. You’ve even given Vorinclex a stomach ache! He’s not eating as fast, see?”


“FUCK OFF.” Vorinclex simply stated in his inside voice. “Great contribution Vorinclex, very insightful.” Jin complained, before taking a deep breath. “It’s really annoying, and gross, and doesn’t belong at the table.” “DON’T BE JEALOUS OF WHAT YOU DON’T HAVE, LOSER.” Vorinclex interjected. “GO ASSIMILATE YOUR OWN GIRLFRIEND OR SOMETHING IF YOU WANT ONE SO BADLY. YOU DON’T COMPLAIN WHEN I BRING GLISSA.” “That’s because you don’t make out with her, and she has a slice of wit, unlike you, you dimwitted oaf.” Vorinclex snorted. “SCATHING, JIN.” Jin stood from the table, his hunched appearance become apparent. “I’m taking my things, and going. Good-bye.” He began to gather his things, and Vorinclex stood as well, shaking the whole table as he did. “FULL, THANKS FOR THE FOOD.” Some of Jin’s things fell off the table with the glutton’s abrupt disappearance, a little string of curses slipped past his teeth.


“Uncle Gitaxias?” The man paused. “What, child?” He prodded annoyedly. “What are you working on?” He rolled away his tools and began to gather the bits of elf and metal he was working on. “I caught this elf trying to lead away a group of Sylvok, so I slew him. Apparently, he’s that ‘Ezuri’ we’ve heard so much about from the other elf rebels. The captain-leader-type. After seeing you, I’ve decided to try my hand at my own creation. He’s coming along, lots of syringes for all his syringe-based needs, claws that extend, everything I think you still need. The tails and wings were fine and all, but I think I can do better without your mother’s interference.” He glared at Elesh Norn, who giggled. “Alright, ta-ta ‘Uncle Jin’.” Only Atraxa and Elesh Norn sat at the table, side by side.


“You have another dinner invitation, it seems. Courier brought it to me earlier today.” Atraxa was brought to all sorts of events within the plane, from parties in the Lumengrid, to gladiator matches in the Vault of Secrets. Never, has she been to the Quiet Furnace. “Thanks Mom.” Norn nodded. “I’m off. You will report to me in 10 hours for another attempt to conquer the Quiet Furnace. I want Urabask dead, Atraxa. Dead. I suspect he hides refugees in his layer, but I’m not entirely sure. Any excuse to kill him is one I will take.” She turned to walk away, but chimed at her once more. “Make sure you prepare for the weather. The core of New Phyrexia is down there, I don’t want you to melt away from the heat.”

It was just Atraxa, and everything that wasn’t eaten on the table now. Servants scurried to clear away the remnants of scraps, and to store away the food for later. Her fingers peeled away the paper envelope, something she personally hadn’t seen in a while. She only caught these between rebels, and they usually had something not in phyrexian on it. She could somewhat read these, but they usually had directions, or were meant for loved ones. She always felt bad reading them, so she stopped collecting them, but this was clearly different, out of place even. How did Norn get this specific letter anyways?


“Oh, and dearie!” Norn called from behind a wall. “You have a visitor from beyond this plane. We can’t seem to catch them, the legionnaires aren’t fast enough for it, but I assume he’s here for…” She paused. “You’ll figure it out. Head upstairs.” If the angel had eyebrows, they would be raised in confusion. Her wings carried her to the elevator, only occasionally flapping. Jin gave her true flight, entirely singular and unattached from fickle things as wings. No, her flight came from within, and her flapping was merely for show.


Up a column of stairs, and she found herself outside a spire not unlike a tendril of bone, oozing a thin layer of phyrexian oil down the walls of metal. A bright, cheery red mushroom-like thing hung in the air, it’s passenger scared for it’s life. It was hiding from the blightwings that tried to sting it, swatting them away with it’s twin… Sticks? With mushrooms on them? Upon seeing her, it’s expression glowed, waving her towards the swiftly opening insides. She swooped in, considering the fact that the creature probably didn’t like being filled with the black tar that was phyrexian oil. Off they were, and into a magical wonderland of color and festivities.


The angel-horror stepped out into a small town, and showishly flitted her wings as she departed in the air, stopping by a fountain that spewed transparent, clear fluid. Unfitting of anything she really knew, really. This place was where she decided to sit, and wait for the festival, but she didn’t feel entirely comfortable, entirely at home within the bright hues and characters that clearly didn’t fit between those lines. So, she decided to make herself at home, dipping the tip of her oil-coated spear into the water, staining it a growing black. Now, she was comfortable. Only in the contaminated waters of her home, did she feel safe.
 
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Eric

Huh... he certainly took off in a hurry. Now that I think of it, don't I know his face? His name's slipped my mind... oh well, no point in dwelling on it right now. I turn back to the Espeon, staring her up and down for a few moments before I flash her a smile.

"It's a pleasant surprise seeing you here."

Seeing as the girl in black and red had asked a question, I might as well answer that while I'm at it, too. I look at her and shake my head politely. "I'm sorry, but I'm not hungry. Buuut… taking a look at the menu here might not hurt."

Wait a minute. Did she call that kid Ben?

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  • IMG_20190826_070411.png She...She really is upset alright....^^'

    Inazuma thought as she smiled nervously in response. Kinda reminds her of Akatsuki trying not to admit that she's upset and also Ikazuchi showing her disdain whenever Admiral does not pay attention to her. The other girl introduced herself as Benson-class Destroyer USS Laffey,or to put it simply,Laffey. Her explanation of being a Destroyer caused Inazuma to perk up. It is not everyday she got to meet another one of her kind in a vastly different world after all.

    “Eeeh,so you're a shipgirl too? I'm the Fourth of the Akatsuki-Class Destroyers. And well....I don't think I'm the Inazuma from a "Sakura Empire" you mentioned.”

    I don't think I've ever heard of it either....maybe Admiral does? She does seem to know about Ikazuchi so...

    Laffey nonchalantly picks the plushie-like draconid up and squeezes his cheeks.

    "He's even bluer than you and has horns. Maybe this is the Sakura Empire's Inazuma," Laffey's words nonchalantly emerged from her mouth.

    A comical bead of sweat could probably be seen fading out onto Inazuma as she looked at the newcomer who had crashed into her earlier. He looks more like he's meant to be one of the many Rensohou-Chan-s belonging to Shimakaze,except without the turrets and with hands,thrusters on the back and...wheels? Even the tail seems to have one too....weird.

    “I...don't think he knows about the Sakura Empire either....I think?”
 

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Vilgax, conqueror of ten worlds
Status: enraged
Condition: normal
He was too preoccupied to take notice of ben fleeing the scene as well as the trail of ink heading toward him, only to realize too late as he grunts in pain from the substance. There would be no time to even speak as he notices something rushing towards him within the ink. So what would our Conqueror do in this situation? In this case, throw the big headed human towards whatever is rushing at him. He takes his sword out, preparing to slice this unknown foe.


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Dib Membrane

Dib flew through the air screaming as Vilgax threw him towards the blob figure in the only substance.

“WHY DOES HUNTING DOWN ALIENS HAVE TO HURT SO MUCH!?”

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    ~Shilo Saga~
    Location: Mushroom Kingdom (Near the Lake)
    Inventory: On her person- five throwing knives (hidden)
    In her (rather large) bag - four more throwing knives, two katar, a Glock .45, and a M16A3
    Power: Light Manipulation
    Stand: Death Valley Queen
    Mood: On guard
    Condition: Healthy
    It had been an easy day for Team 73, not something they came across often, especially since they’d joined up with the Multiverse Protection Foundation. However, that changed when Nara noticed something sitting outside the base in which they were currently residing. A simple package, nothing special. But the fact that her security system hadn’t picked up any movement was an issue. One could say that it was just a flaw in the system, a mistake. But Nara didn’t make mistakes, not like that at least. After scanning the package from where it sat and finding nothing mechanical about it, the hacker grabbed the package and enlisted Eric and Vincent for help on how to handle the situation.
    “Where’s Shilo?” The Co-Leader asked, eyeing the package carefully.
    “In the shower, I figured we’d take care of this before she got out.” Nara explained. Vincent gave a nod of agreement, turning to Eric.
    “Look it over, see if there’s anything up with it. Be careful.” The chemist picked the package up off the table with a sigh.
    “You say that like I’m not careful with everything,” Vincent opened his mouth but Eric raised a hand. “I know what you’re going to say. Don’t. That was an exception to the rule and everyone knows it.”
    “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just make sure this is safe before Shilo finds out about it.”

    Ever since MPF had recruited the Team, they’d all been on edge. It would have been an honor with normal circumstances for Team 73 to be chosen for the Foundation, but it hadn’t been normal circumstances that had called the MPF to approach them. As Shilo stood under the shower head, letting the water soak through her hair and rinse the suds from her body, the conversation she had with Nick Fury ran through her head.
    “There’s something you should know before you accept the offer.”
    “And what’s that?” Shilo had asked, doubting that anything he said could have been much of a shock, not after finding out that the Multiverse could be traversed at will. After all, the woman’s only encounters with it had been involuntary.
    “We’re recruiting you, not only because we’ve been watching your work, but there’s been someone looking for you.”
    “Looking for the Team? How do they-,”
    “No, looking for you.”
    Shilo shut off the water, the words ringing in her head.
    “Who?” Genuine confusion. Shilo hated feeling confused. It was such a foreign emotion.
    “We’re still working on that.” The way Fury had looked at her, it felt like he’d been trying to convey some information that he hadn’t been able to confirm yet. That bugged her; not knowing. It was one thing if the Team was being watched, looked for, recruited by MPF’s enemy. But Shilo herself? That was unnerving. There was only one person who would have thought of looking for her, and that was impossible.

    Shilo was pulled from her thoughts when there was a knock at her room door.
    “Hey, Shi,” Nara called, Eric hadn’t found any chemical traces on the parcel paper, or on the pages of the book or the pamphlet. “Some package came-.” The door opened to Shilo in nothing but a towel, her long, raven hair all but dripping wet.
    “A package?” the young woman asked, looking down at the two items the hacker was holding. “For me?” Nara lifted the pamphlet up.
    “There was no name, but we figured you’d be the one going.” Shilo took the book and the pamphlet from the hacker with a nod. Anything that called for a solo mission, she had been taking on the off chance that the impossible would somehow come to pass.
    “Alright, thanks. A festival?” The raven haired woman murmured, looking up to Nara who shrugged in response.
    “A festival?” Artemis’s voice came from around the corner. She’d been walking past her Leader's room to her own, Carmen at her side, just at the right moment.
    “A festival! She’s going to go to the festival,” the call for the musical reference had been too much ignore. The three other women of the Team look at Carmen and the pilot gave an exaggerated shrug as if she hadn’t just interrupted the conversation for some stupid joke. Seeing that her wit wasn’t going to be appreciated in the current company, the pilot turned away and headed back down the hall to wait for Artemis so they could continue with what they had been going to do.
    “Uh yeah, the Star Festival,” Shilo turned back into her room, the fashionista followed.
    “Well, what are you going to wear?” The Leader shrugged as her one good eye read over the pamphlet. She couldn’t help but feel like this was some kind of trap. Nick Fury’s words pricked at the back of her mind.
    "No, looking for you."
    “Probably just my regular clothes.” Artemis shook her head in annoyance.
    “No, no. Shilo,” the woman pouted. “You cannot tell me about a festival and not ask for my help. That’s just cruel.”
    “I didn’t tell you, you overheard me,” Shilo turned around to see Artemis had her hands clasped underneath her chin, her bottom lip pushed out, and her beautiful blue eyes begging. The Prima Donna had truly perfected the puppy dog look. The young leader took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
    “Fine.” The designer grinned.
    “Perfect.” With that, Artemis headed back to her room to grab the things she would need. The hacker and the assassin looked at one another, the former rather amused with the latter merely rolled her eyes.
    “Try not to have too much fun,”
    “No promises,” and with that, Nara left Shilo to Arte.

    After a few arguments, and a bit of hand off instruction, Artemis managed to get Shilo dressed in a dark red dress with black heels. She’d even gotten the assassin to put her hair up into a rather fancy looking bun, though it had been hard to show the younger woman how to do such a hairstyle without physically touching her. After the years they’d been working together, though, the two managed to do alright.

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    The two women turned to the door as Nara knocked again. The hacker held up her phone. “There’s a ship outside for you, it’s Mushroom Shaped, so I’m guessing it’s for you.” Shilo gave a nod, slipping a small throwing knife into a hidden slit in the heel --

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    -- before she grabbed the bag of her regular clothes that Artemis had packed with she had struggled with putting her hair up. As Shilo headed for the door, all seven members of the Team gathered to see her off. Despite the woman going to something as harmless as a Star Festival, it had become a habit for them to send her off. After all, in the line of work they were in, it was never guaranteed that she would return.
    “I’ll see you guys when I get back. Don’t stay up too late, no parties.”
    “But, mooom,” the Team whined in unison. It was amazing how annoying seven voices could be when they complained all at once. Nonetheless, a small smile danced across Shilo’s face and then in the mushroom ship she went.

    As Shilo stepped out of the ship she looked around, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Artemis, I’m going to kill you,” she muttered under her breath. It was clear that, in her friend’s enthusiasm, she’d completely over dressed the Team 73 Leader. “Hey, no thanks,” the raven haired woman responded to Toad E. Steve, moving the bag out of his reach and then taking a step back as he came just a bit too close for comfort. The bag held more than just her clothes, after all, and she’d prefer to have everything with her instead of in the hands of a perfect stranger. Shilo shouldered her bag and looked around at the company before her. More creatures similar to their greeter, but also a few that were clearly from other worlds other than this one. First thing first, if she remembered anything from last time, the woman would have to find an ally. A few people caught her eye: the man that gave the mooncake to the toad, another heavily armed man with a claw like contraption on his back, a masked man with a golden cape, an animal of some kind wearing a scarf-. Shilo’s musings on an ally were cut short when a woman leapt into the air and started flying toward the castle. The assassin narrowed her eyes and watched for a moment. The body language of the woman made it clear she was uncomfortable, but not in the same anxious way a few of the others were. This woman didn’t seem to understand where she was which was odd, considering it seemed like everyone else had been invited here and had come by choice.

    Shilo decided that she would keep an eye on this particular oddity while she headed toward the lake, from there she could continue her watch for an ally while also looking like she was genuinely engaging with the area and the festival. Her teal gaze gravitated mostly toward the man that had given Toad E. Steve the mooncake. He was calculated, shown by the way that he had spoken to the creature, that kind of speech came to those who thought about what they were going to say before hand. He held to tradition, which was clear by how he had brought a mooncake to give, which gave the impression of a learned individual. And, much like her, he had seemed to drift away from the crowd and to something that was more familiar.
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"I assume you got an invitation too?"
She replies to Eric, still looking past everyone.

The Espeon nods as she reads Eric's thought. "And yes, that's Ben Tennyson. Speaking of which--"

Julia speeds off without explanation, far faster than any cat should be able to run.
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An invisible force pushes Dib slightly, causing him to miss the trail of ink entirely. But without noticing the force, it would simply look like Vilgax had bad aim.

Over here, A female voice says in Dib's head, seeming to come from behind a building despite it being in his head.

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"Well, that's because I'm not a frog! I'm a toad!" The toad replied absentmindedly. He then turned to face Julia, who had asked if the Princess had planned to make an appearance. "Of course she's going to!" He exclaimed, grinning. "But we're waiting on our guest of honor to show up... he's running a bit late, though," The toad said, his head lowering a bit in sadness with that last part. He was then approached by Male_03 and, after a look of confusion donned his face for the briefest of moments, that familiar smile soon returned. "Oh! I'm not Freeman! That's the construction worker over there!" He then turned and pointed to a toad donned in a construction hat behind him, who waved as he saw he was being pointed at.

Meanwhile, as the toad guard was handed the "Them" card, he looked up to Benedict in confusion. "What does this even mean, Sir?" He asked, deadpanning.

As the fight began to break out, literally out of nowhere, a green pipe emerged from the ground. The pipe did nothing but sit still for a moment, before eventually...

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"YAHOO!"

A short, slightly overweight plumber clad in a red had and blue overalls hopped out with a loud screech of joy that grabbed the attention of all the toads, and possibly all the party-goers as well. He stood there, silently looking around a minute, before one of the toads broke the silence and screamed at the top of his lungs, which was extremely high-pitched, mind you.

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"IT'S MARIO!!! OH MY GOSH!!!!"


With that, almost all the toads began to scream in unison for a short moment, each of them applauding the hero. Mario took it all in, giving them smiles and thumbs up. He seemed to enjoy the attention somewhat, though not for long. As he soon noticed that trouble was afoot! His mustache quivered as the wind brushed against it, and he balled up his gloved fists as he stared towards Vilgax in determination. As he did so, a band of toads suddenly appeared behind him, and they began to preform some kind of a cappella song behind him,




♪Come on and jump up in the air!

Mario had already begun jumping up with a wide smile on his face, approaching his target without a care in the world.

Jump without a care!
Jump up 'cus ya know that I'll be there!

♪So go on straighten up your cap!


Mario, as he ran with a now determined smirk on his face, straightened his cap with both hands.

Let your toes begin to tap!

While approaching his target at speeds that no short, overweight plumber should ever be able to achieve, Mario's toes quite literally began to tap to the beat of the song.

This rhythm is a POOOOOOOOOWER SHROOOOOOOOOOOM!!


Don't forget you're the Super Star!


A flip!

No one else can make it this far!

A backflip!

Put a comb through that 'stache

An ever-intimidating wipe of his huge, cartoonish nose.

Now you've got pinache!

Oh!
Let's do the Odysseeeeeey!!


BAM!!!

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With the style, precision, and grace of an expert gymnast, Mario successfully landed both of his feet right atop Vilgax's head, causing the alien to more than likely become disoriented and maybe even knocked out from the sheer force of his jump. After all, a fat italian who's diet consists of pure carbohydrates probably wasn't easy to handle. As Dib flew through the air, Mario quickly used the green alien's head as a stepping stool of sorts, doing a front flip off of it with ease and then grabbing the Dib by the collar before his oversized head collided with the pavement below. He then smiled and dropped him onto his feet, which were only mere inches from the ground so he should be fine, and all the toads cheered in amazement as Mario saved the day once again.

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba duuuuuuuuum!♪

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Bandana Dee

Bandana's peaceful train of thought was interrupted by the warm notes of an acapella tune close to the ship he'd exited. Putting away his bottle of juice, he turned around right in time to see a man in overalls land on a green alien's head. The beady-eyed spear wielder blinked in awe as he watched the same man save a boy who'd seemingly been thrown by said green alien. He waddled a little closer to the small fight that had seemingly broken out, not charging in immediately, but still holding his spear close just in case.

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Dib continued to scream, but his impact was stopped as an overweight man in overalls saved him. The man in question reminded Dib of someone in one of Gaz’s games.
“Um... thank you mister... I think they said your name is Mario...?”
Dib looked in the direction of a building as he began to hear some voice in his head.
“Am I hearing voices again or is this one real...?”
Dib walked in the direction of the building and peaked behind it.

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"Sounds good, I look forward to it." The Espeon nods to the toad before looking at Ben. "I think it comes from the mushroom. A...toadstool?"

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Now who's this? 'Mario'? She wonders, watching just out of Vilgax's line of sight. She simply waves at Dib as he looks behind the building, otherwise only communicating telepathically with him for its stealth advantage. Be careful. This guy's dangerous.

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"Oh!" Steve exclaimed as he turned to face Marvus, who had asked him a question earlier but the introduction of Mario had completely thrown him off guard. He looked up with that same almost eerie smile and waved at the black-haired being. "Well, we celebrate the great comet that comes down every one hundred years and drops stars for us! We use these stars to make power stars, which power our great kingdom!" He explained, all with a smile almost as bright as Mario's. After a moment of pause, he looked around, and then back up.

"...didn't you read the book we sent? Did ANYONE read the book?"

Meanwhile, as Batman entered the bakery, he would immediately be greeted by another one of those toad creatures, although this one appeared to be much older. He had reading glasses, a Santa Claus esque mustache, and a walking cane, which he of course used to walk as he looked towards him.


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"My my! A man in a bat costume! How preposterous!" He grumbled and complained as he walked over towards The Batman. Reaching upwards, the old toad would bop him on the head with his cane before speaking once more. "Take that ghastly outfit off, young man! You'll catch a cold!"

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Vilgax, conqueror of ten worlds
Status: enraged
Condition: disoriented

As he was standing his ground, some overall-clad midget came out of a green pipe, caused the "toads" (as they are called) to go up in a riot, and proceeded to stomp on top of Vilgax's green head. He is currently dased to the point where he will be unable to properly defend against the next attack.

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Dib peaked behind the building only to see some sort of pinkish dog like creature that could speak telepathically. Dib grew excited at this new discovery and rushed over to it.

“Woah! What are you? Some sort of dog that can speak telepathically? I’ve never heard of anything like you!”

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Batman

Batman had been waiting patiently for bread when this old toad man came to him, made some snide comments about his costume and attempted to bob him with his walking stick. Normally he would have blocked it easily but he didn’t because he was a harmless old man. He simply bowed his head respectfully and said, ”You need not worry, my suit has built in heaters.” A small smile lined his lips then vanished. ”I would simply like some bread then I will be on my way.” This was all said in a deep voice.

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"Very strange," Laffey adds, "but something tells me that going into the deeper details won't be very beneficial for me. I'm Benson-class Destroyer Laffey and you're Akatsuki-class Destroyer Inazuma, and that's the way it is...

... Laffey says that, yet Laffey is a bit curious about how your world works. Laffey will dig... What Year is it to you, when were you Constructed, and have you died before?"


All this while, Laffey's footsteps head towards the cafe.


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"Woomy!"

A strange squid-like being that Mario might draw parallels to a Blooper popped up from the ink path. A strange, circular emblem was on its forehead, one that Vilgax might recognise as two possible things - the emblem of the Plumbers or the emblem signifying an Omnitrix wielder.

The strange little thing assumed a humanoid form of sorts. It was a diminuitive form with a small black eye mask of sorts and his hair was green, seemingly made of tentacles, with the most prominent two tentacles being the one covering his left eye and the one slinging behind his pointy right ear. His outfit wore the emblem on the chest, and was white and black, with knees fully-covered in black fabric material. His skin was most strange, being a tint of green not too different from his hair.

"Thanks for the assist, Plumber guy, but I totally got this under control!"

The strange squid-kid summoned what appeared to be an enormous Paint Roller, swinging it and knocking Vilgax into the air at quite a distance while he was dazed. Where in this place he landed was anyone's guess.

Thanks to the green ink splattered across Vilgax, the strike hurt more than it usually would.

"Game set! And the winner is... Art Attack! Hey, that's a pretty cool name."
 
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