Written by The MunchKING
The MunchKING appeared on Khazan, backed by a hundredsquad of the Legion of Doom... Everywhere around him dropships were bringing in troops by the thousand. Giant tanks landed on thrusters, pulled out on treaded wheels bigger than a small building. The MunchKING calmly surveyed his troops. The ones landing, and the ones teleported in. He waved his arm forward, and they moved out. There was sporatic resistance at the drop point. A dozen troops opened fire at him from a nearby building. The Legion of Doom moved out to take them out, but the MunchKING waved them back. Focusing his Will, he let out a challenging roar.
A roar which was answered by an inhuman scream. A power far beyond that of Humans. Appearing out of nowhere, a giant dragon, easily dwarfing the mighty tanks appeared, soaring over the building. With another inhuman roar, it shot the building with several fireballs, causing it to explode with the apparent force of several mega-tons. Bodies, incinerated beyond recognition flew out an incredible velocity. The marching Legions of Doom paid no heed as they ground the ashes beneith their feet.
"GO, Bahaumet!! Hear my Orders!! Eliminate them!"
The MunchKING gestured at another building, where several troops had opened fire. The wrath of the dragon was swift, and equally devastating.
"Good!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You may go!!"
The dragon screamed a final inhuman roar as it flew up and disappeared into the sky.
Forward the tanks!! We move to take out THAT building first. Tanks, one round, please.
A deep resonating BOOM!! And the once proud capitol buiding exploded, raining gravel all around the now scattering, routed enemy troopers. The MunchKING laughed as he ordered the Legions forward. So much devastation, so little time...
Written by The Drunkard Kid
A line of blackness sweeps through the troops, destroying all the minions it touches, as little hand sized blurs strike out at the flanks.
Now that the crowd had backed up enough, The Drunkard Kid shut off his Kazaana and let his animations continue to hold back the press as he went back to finishing his job.
Oh crap, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...
A six inch high Beppo the super monkey, one of the many mini-characters that were in the high speed blur that was preventing him from being overwhelmed, narrowly deflects a lethal blast of energy, bringing him back to the grim battle he was currently engulfed in. Shaking his head as he refocused on his task, he blocked out the surrounding battle, and, rechecking the image that Rune and Tanith had given him, returned to his previous task.
This had better be accurate... Jeez, I wish that my holograph projector was still working... One mistake and it'll be reincarnation time. And somehow, I'm not looking too forward to a whole new life under the Overlord's rule. Just hope that my Legion of sketches will hold...
As a tiny Son Goku blasted a hundred troopers out of existance, and a somewhat-less-than-life-sized Silver Surfer formed a small mountain 10 centemeters above another platoon, The Drunkard Kid put his paintbrush to the ground once more, and tried to ignore the fact that, despite all the damage his troops were doing to them, the enemy didn't seem to be lessening in the slightest...
Written by Tanith
Silently, she sent another request on the well-being of Drunkard Kid, one of the Resistance's less obvious trump cards. His situational transponder signal came in slowly, with a note from the AI that the spacial warping in the nexus reality had just worsened. On the bright side, the defenses that had been set up to protect DK from orbital bombardment and effects seemed to have worked. The magical field that surrounded his work area had been permeable only to "living" beings, such as his constructs... or the Dominion troops.
Making sure that DK was alright, Tanith turned her attention to her surroundings again, seeking out the person she can come looking for in the first place. Sure enough, Jaffa had dropped his invisibility so as to maintain his shields fully against the bombardment. And now, as the Dominion troops rushed him, he had no time to bring back up his invisibility as he entered the fray.
And speaking of the fray... Tanith reached into her subspace pocket for her blaster as some of the troopers spotted her as well. With a thought, she made a few internal shiftings of her biology, so as to increase her speed and reflexes. The blaster's auto-aim systems made up for her lack of marksmanship ability. As she shot down the troops with both blaster fire and with her gelsuit's effector, she tried to move in the direction of Jaffa.
Suddenly, a loud battle cry caught her attention. She knew that voice. She looked up, just in time to see the approaching form of the MunchKING as he entered the field.
As the lieutenant of the Evil Overlord swept his eyes across the battlefield, Tanith ducked behind a pile of debris. She did not want to face this foe. Slowly, she peered out from behind the pile, just in time to see the MunchKING catch sight of Jaffa.
"YOU!" The loud roar of the MunchKING reverberated across the battlefield.
Jaffa turned toward the sound, and his eyes widened in recognition.
Written by Tanith
On the bridge of the Andromeda, Meta frowned as he reread Rommie's report on the increased spacial warping.
"Damn," he muttered. "Have the important Resistance members been secured?"
"Yes," replied Rommie. "N-Chan was in charge of getting them into hiding."
"Hiding?" asked Meta in disbelief. "On a self-contained starship?!"
"He does seem to have his ways," Rommie replied unflappably. "Filia and Qui-Gon, as well as several of the Resistance officials, were not happy about the arrangement though. I do believe they would rather be fighting."
"But they're more useful in other ways than fighting," finished Meta. "And the others?"
"Kasumi-chan and Mr. McCoy had not objected to their placement by N-Chan. Mr. Freeman and Mr. Beckett are busy securing some of the less vital stations of this vessel. Silverfox refuses to leave Firesong, who had been securing the non-technological artifacts we have. I believe N-Chan is currently securing their placement as well. The minstrels are ignoring my directions, as always." Rommie's voice seemed slightly annoyed at that last bit.
Meta rolled his eyes. He had never seen the point in allowing those useless jokers on board. "What about groundside?"
"Uncertain." Even Rommie seemed concerned about that. "The only information we can gather through their transponders is that they seem to be unharmed. We have no way of knowing further."
Meta muttered something under his breath, and turned to the monitors once more. "You think we should send the Helios program now?"
Rommie paused, as if in consideration. The Helios program required precise timing. It would not do to unleash it too early.
