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"I was lonely as fuck until I tried oHarmony. My life is still shit but at least I have a fuck buddy." -Dandin Johnson, Coruscant

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Greetings, we are named Luna. For the last few years we've been fighting off the monsters of the Astral Realm, and while it's mostly safe nowadays, there are a few monsters that have eluded our crusade. Well, one of the kids We've been helping informed me of the dataverse and thought it would be a good place to warn people of the dangers out there and how to protect yourself from them.

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Carmelita collapsed onto the dirt as she stumbled through the gate. Her body turned corporeal, she turned and stared at her hands. It had only been a few hours, but she had feared that shroud of darkness would trap her forever.

Just as suddenly, the heat hit her and she winced. She staggered to her feet, and with difficulty began to summon her police cruiser.

After it had come into existence, she collapsed into the air conditioning with a sigh of relief. She rang up Chip, and groaned until the link started.

++Carmelita! How was your trip?++

“Eventful. I think I… died?”

++...++

“Nevermind. How about you? The AI friendly?”

++You could say that…++

A third voice interjected, the static of the mouthpiece completely absent.

++Hello, my name is Al3x,++ it said ++I am willing to let you use this facility on the provision that you owe me rent.++

“Uh… sure? Maybe? What sort of rent?”

++Inclusion in your policing force, and some favours I can call in at a later date.++

“Done.”

++Right then! See you shortly?++

Carmelita pinched her muzzle and nodded.

“Yeah, see you both soon.”

She groaned as she hung up and pulled herself into the driving seat, starting the engine and driving away into the desert.

“...You know, kiddo. One day I’m not gonna be around this joint…. Y’know? There's, uh… A good chance you ain't gonna die with me like you wanna. That bond of ours? May not fuckin’ come through fer ya last minute. You know how phoenix shit is, always more focused on killin’ my ass for good than anythin’ else that's attached t’ me.”

“Hmm? Y-you’re not usually this, uh... In... Insightful, Lexi…”

“Heh, yeah I know..." A harsh, grizzly chuckle. "Ya ol’ pal Lexi’s thinkin’ for once, huh? Hah!”

Then, a soft moment of silence set in.

“But uh… Do ya know what you plan to do if that happens, Cre?”

“Hm…. ...N-nope!”

A tilted black eyebrow. “‘Nope?’”

“Yep! No clue! B-because I'll always be with Lexi, even in death. I-I promised you this when we m-met, remember…?”

A chuckle, before a dark brown hand rose to flip down Creatia's hat in a playful manner. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…. But you ain't that stupid, that's for damn sure. Just think about it, okay?”

“Mm-hmm!”

A stern, brown-tinted glance from an uncovered eye, the other blocked by a mass of jet black hair. “Promise me, Creatia.”

“I-I promise! If it happens, I’ll, uh…. I’ll think about it! B-but not before. ...O-okay?”

“Mm, okay then, Cre. Just sayin’, man…”
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It was that conversation that never came to mind for Creatia as she maneuvered down the bannered hallways. Stone bricks upon stone bricks were piled and mortered neatly underneath large and crimson tapestries, all with the same insignia: a black raven in flight over a bone covered hilltop with a blood-stained and sharp bone in its beak. This was the symbol of the mighty Korsen Empire. And right now, she was in its depths. As she rushed past the arched windows spaced along the walls, every so often she would glimpse at the brutal and bizarrely civilized backdrop below her feet.

Black iron gates stood tall and proud around the perimeter of the Gothic stone fortress. A few leftover and dripping remains of their kills were caught in the spikes of barbed wire that twined in the spaces between the posts. Some of the flesh was already beginning to fester and green with age. Inside the fences, piles of dead carcasses scattered the black grasses; however they were uniform and in line. Orderly, even. Signs were pitched in front of each rotting mound with various symbols in the same alien language. They all translated to names of different and unknown races.

Clad in black steel and emblazoned with raven feathers around their necks and wrists, the guards kept silent watch over each pile. Every once in a while, a few others walked through the grotesque scene and spoke to the guards. As the guards raised their weapons to allow entry, they chuckled to themselves; night black finery adorned with raven’s down passed through the gates and began to pick at the piles. Downing wine goblets full of red liquid and toasting with their sharply clawed hands in front of the foul smelling corpses, they were clearly nobility and high levels of office.

The annual Raven's Ball was being held in celebration of the Korsen Armada's countless rampages throughout the multiverses. More and more of the Korsen nobles were starting to arrive and socialize while waiting for the main event. The annual chosen slaughter of one of their Lord's prized prisoners was always held in high regard by many of the elite; to be invited to witness the fresh kill ensured a lucrative social life in the following year. This year was to be a very... Special sacrifice.

Chattering amongst each other, they saw the gathered flesh and bones as a fine banquet. They danced around the grounds of the black stone fortress, walls adorned with muted regalia illuminates under flaming torches. They munched into a few limbs of a corpse, holding them like turkey legs. They appeared civilized and carefree amongst each other; nothing seemed wrong to them at all, as if this was how they’ve always spent their lives...

They sickened Creatia.

“Yo, Cre! Quit hatin’ the view up here and focus!”

She snapped to attention.

“Yeah. We're almost there. I can't wait to see his face when we greet him in our own “special” way.”

“Plan ta flirt with ‘em again, Lek?”

“As if!”

She faced her two waiting comrades, talking up ahead as if they were invited to the palace along with the rest of the nobility. The memory of slicing the throats of a few guards before slipping through the underground tunnels to get to this point seemed to have been pushed back into their minds. The white-haired male that spoke last split his focus to Creatia, his cocky yellow eyes gaining a sense of bewilderment as they met with hers.

“What's that look for?” he quipped.

“You.. You f-flirted with the, with the Lord of the Korsen?! L-Lek, w-what is wrong with you?” she snapped, her voice lowered. If they can't keep quiet, I might as well have to…

The male held up his hands defensively as he explained himself with a nonchalant tone, “Hey, I thought it would piss him off! Didn’t think he’d actually go for a shit like me.”

“Are you k-kidding me….?”

"Hey!" The first voice in this conversation abruptly silenced them both, a commanding and impatient tenor in her tone. Seeing that they were paying attention now, it continued.

“If you two lovebirds are done shootin’ the breeze... I’d like ta bust into that damn throne room, break that Kor's face in, and retrieve Lucree before the ceremony starts! Preferably any fuckin' day now!” It belonged to a rather short woman compared to Creatia and their male comrade. Her wild black hair covered her left brown eye and hid the rest of her angular face. Her right eye narrowed at the two of them as she barked another order.

“We got a good bit of ground t' cover 'fore we be hittin' th' throne room, so shut ya damn claptraps and keep movin’! Shank any Korsen that spot our asses before they sound the full alarm! Got that shit down?! I ain't repeatin' m'self again!”

Creatia bowed her head, then nodded. “Y-yes, Lexi… O-of course.” We need to stay focused from here. We can't afford to lose Lucree...

With that agreement in place, they set on their pace again. The large wooden doors of the throne room in the background grew larger with every step, every pant, every second passed of mental preparation… They were ready to do this. They were ready to do their job as agents and rescue their mentor from the clutches of the Korsen Lord...

They weren't ready to see Creatia fall through a trap pit, spiraling downward as her sight fell to pitch darkness. Still in shock by the appearance of the pit that opened underneath her feet, she barely caught the rapidly fading echo calling out to her.

“Creatia!!!” It was the broken call of her commander. As the blackness transitioned to grey, then white, another tone replaced Lexi's familiar voice. It sounded very amused as her speed descended to a mere float. Or was she standing now? She couldn't tell, like she couldn't tell if the figure before her was male or female.

My name is Omni. This is not the world you know…

‘It’s not?’ Or at least, that's what she wanted to say. Instead, silence came when she opened her mouth.

You interest me, so I’ve made you a part of it.

She blinked at him, utterly unamused. So. You… You brought me here... B-because I’m... I’m interesting? ...Such a strange man…

At this time, she would’ve been angry. She would’ve tried with all her might to make her voice heard to take her back home right now. Her tantrum would have gone unheard. Then she would only kick and fight the strange being, making sure he knew she wasn't supposed to be here. Even if her efforts were futile... She would’ve been so much more than obedient.

However…

“...You know, kiddo. One day I’m not gonna be around this joint…. Y’know?”

That conversation. Yes, the one Creatia had pushed aside long ago. Bits of it spoke to her as Omni told her everything she needed to know.

Creatia's responses this time were very different.

There's, uh… A good chance you ain't gonna die with me like you wanna.


But Lexi, I promised you! I promised I would be with you! I can't leave now! You can't just leave me here by myself!!

Heh, yeah I know… But uh… Do ya know what you plan to do if that happens, Cre?

A tear fell from her eye. I don't know! I don't… I didn't think this would happen to me! I still need you! I…. I can't do this by myself!

'Nope?'

Two more tears followed the first, then more. If sounds could be heard, a hiccup would come right after. Please don't go, Lexi… I still need you! This isn't fair! I can't… I can't…!

Yeah… But you ain't stupid, that's for damn sure. Just think about it, okay?

I don't want to think about it! I don't want to be here without you, Lexi!

Promise me, Creatia.

…

By this time, Omni was finished with his explanation, and Creatia’s face was lined with tears. What else could she do? How can I…. Say no to that stern voice of hers?

...I promise, Lexi.

Mm, okay then. ...I love ya, Cre.

A small, unheard sniffle. ...I… I love you too...
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“Do you have any other questions, Creatia?”

Creatia blinked at Jupiter. He had finished answering the questions presented to her earlier... But she really wasn’t paying attention to what he had to say. Various distractions had presented itself during their talk in the Nexus, including a strange horse in regal wear, more people showing up, and a few other points of note. But the main issue that took her attention was recalling what had happened earlier.

I… I promised her… That I would think about it, huh? ...I'm alone now…

She flushed as she admitted her lack of focus, "Uh... I... I uhm... I didn't.... I didn't catch all of that.... C-could you explain that to me one more time?"

“Still as attentive as ever.”

But Jupiter's here, right? I… I know him. So… I guess this won't be so bad. Maybe… I can do this. Maybe. Wait. I need to apologize to him.

In a way, it was a plea to the person she left behind as well. Not a cry to bring her back, but more of a promise… To try.

“I-I'm sorry… I-I'll be sure to pay attention this time...!"

And… Maybe I can give you an answer through my actions.

In our continued efforts to make the Omniverse a better place, I introduce another one of my projects.

Basically, I've submitted to the copyright office paperwork that'll allow me to trademark the word "Justice."  Then, at a small fee, we can grant permission to heroes and the like the ability to use the word. This is a precaution to make sure that such an important word isn't misused and that all people using it are actually standing for justice and not just saying it.

Also at a price, you can buy Berry Blitzkrieg uniforms so you can truely represent the cause!

I look forward to your continued support, love you all! <3

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Once he had come out of the gate from Camelot Sombra was a little tired. The fight with Twilight Sparkle had gone well, even if she was more powerful actually than him and now had her friends by her side. Of course he'd intended to put her friends by her side. There was nothing around but pure white and Sombra knew he wasn't going to walk for hours and get lost. Omnilium could summon vehicles, right? So a chariot going at high speeds soon pulled him towards the Fountain. Half an hour later he'd arrived. "What to do today, I wonder?"  For once in his life the dark king who had once ruled the Crystal Empire had no direction actually. There was no path that he'd sat out for himself to go on and do. He had no plans,  no purpose. Perhaps he could put a Kingdom together... no wait. Twilight and her friends were here and there were lots of heroic types. Opposition was going to stop him before he even got a chance to do well, anything here. What he needed to do was build up his power. Maybe if he had an acolyte of sorts that he could teach...yes. That would work to help him bolster his strength.

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The end was merely the beginning in her case for Andyra. She sat alone and terrified huddled up on the streetway horrified to know that she was truly alone. She merely wore a simple plain white dress that covered her small and petite frame. She was six at the time, as her knees were curled up around her chest, as she clung to her knees with her arms, sobbing terribly. She didn't want to be alone, she didn't want to be abandoned by the only man she had ever known. He hadn't even said anything to her when he dropped her off. Had she done something to upset him? Was this a punishment of his? She didn't know whether or not he'd ever come back for her as she knew that there was no use in pouting or throwing a tantrum, she was merely griefing at the loss of what she had considered to be her so called father. She had been out here for at least a few days now as she could feel her stomach roar with a thunderous bellow that could be heard all down through the neighborhood. Though what happened next would change the young war lion's life forever......

A cat anthro had approached her with the looks of killer instincts in her eyes like she was considering about just putting her out of her misery once and for all but she hesitated, in thinking it was a setup by the Gods, she was partly right it was a setup but not by any God but by her father and sure enough before long Gods began to show up to defend the innocent child, luckily i didn't go according to plan for her father but for her ti was the start of a new life, a new chance to become something greater  than she had ever imagined for herself. A man by the name of Vance Anders was the one to officially adopt her as his foster child that day. She scraped the dirt off of her dress as she stood up, with a slight smile forming at her lips as she gently reached out to grasp his hand within her own despite the fact that his hand was much larger and bigger than her own. The man looked to her, without even a change of expression as he patted her softly upon the head, and told her she was safe now, that he'd take care of her and teach her how to survive in this world. That day changed her life and it wasn't very long before she began to see just how much she had to learn not just about the world but about herself as well. 

The young naive six year girl was gone now as she had matured into a beautiful young woman with long wild mane like black hair with just one strand of purple that she kept tied in a braid to the side of her face. She no longer wore tattered clothing either, being the foster daughter of a King had it's benefits as she was dressed in a fine garment of formal wear a white and black T-shirt and faded navy blue jeans that hugged at her hips. She didn't bother to wear shoes or even socks for that matter for she felt more comfortable without them but occasionally she'd wear boots. The Kingdom that her father Vance Anders ruled was called Trescence and she had learned early on the rules and obligations of living under that banner. Andyra respected and truly loved her foster father for saving her so many years ago but there was much more for her to do. She didn't even want to think about settling in to a normal life here for that wasn't what she desired in life. No what she truly wanted was to end the life of her so called father Adrian, a high King in his own right, the man had already committed one murder she knew of, not to mention raping her own mother causing her to be born and then proceeding to slaughter her own mother, and then he raised her until she was old enough to survive on her own and left her to die out on the streets of some random planet knowing that the Gods wouldn't merely let such an innocent life pass by without doing something about it and that's exactly what Adrian had been counting on. Of course it hadn't gone down as planned thanks to T the pink anthro cat that thought it was a trap to begin with. What sort of inhuman being left there own child out as bait for the Gods of the realm? A corrupt and cruel one she thought to herself as she clenched her fist at the mere perceiving of the fact that he was out there somewhere breathing and continuing on with his existence. Someday, she swore to herself she would be the one to take him down, to do what no other before her could, she would kill her own father. 

Of course her foster father warned her that the path she walked would not be an easy one and there would be many trails and tribulations she would have to face before even getting a chance to fight her birth father. She wasn't alone though she had the support of her family, even if some of them thought she was mad for wanting to kill her own father, she knew it had to be done. She had her two step brothers that tagged alongside her on her path Aiden and Anderson, both of them were idiots she thought but she cared for them nonetheless.  They hadn't been the only ones to accompany her on her journey even if she hadn't asked them to, even if she never told them she did enjoy the company it made her feel less alone in this great world they were in. Ike, Amara, Impai, Hyla, Kilik, and Dedorin were also traveling along with her, Aiden and Anderson.
 
           Of course Andyra knew  that her journey and goals wouldn't be so easy to obtain, it would take her years and years of training to even stand a chance against her father Adrian in a combat situation.,. She learnt over the years of traveling around with the others that she could transform into a giant one hundred and fifty feet tall war lion, she also had learnt early on in life that her life energy matched that of force wielders so she had taken lessons with some far superior wielders of the force like Kesseret, she was a master of the force and had taken the time out of her day to show Andyra the ropes. She had also learned how to wield the element of lightning thanks to her foster father, so to say the girl was talented would be an understatement. She herself though wasn't cocky or arrogant. Andyra was even able to use her talents and abilities all at once if she desired too. 

Andyra had come to think of their little group of misfits as a team, an oddly put together team but a team nonetheless. By the time she had bonded with Hyla of course it was just like her father to make a move on her, as Hyla was kidnapped by what she thought to be her father at the time and it pissed her off to the tenth degree. Of course it was written in most laws that you had to have the permission of the King of an area before you came bull rushing into it. But none of this even registered in her brain at that moment in time, all she could think about was what Adrian was doing to her friend, one of her allies, and this caused her to tear off without listening to the warnings of her brothers and they weren't strong enough to hold her war lion form back. Andyra raced off in a mad dash for Adrian's Kingdom, knowing very well that she was about to face her father in a heated head to head battle and if she lost she'd lose more than just her pride because she knew he wouldn't kill her, no he wanted her to suffer knowing that she had gotten so close only to fail.... but she couldn't afford to come this far only to fail. She wouldn't not when Hyla was counting on her.

When she arrived at Adrian's Kingdom, she wasted little time in going straight into the throne room to find Adrian sitting on the throne.. He merely smirked a grin towards his daughter. Even though he was no more Adrian then she was his daughter, he was actually one of Adrian's henchmen, a Unuiki by the name of Halian of course Andyra hadn't known this at the time. In a perfect sounding voice that matched Adrian completely Halian spoke to Andyra.

"So after all these years of waiting you finally chose now to come and rid yourself of me, it's too late for your friend though I've already had my way with her and there's nothing that will stop me from having my fun with you now." he smirked an evil and serious grin.

Andyra was still furious that he so dared to lay hands on one of her friends, she charged in recklessly not thinking clearly at that time as Halian used his abilities of illusion to win the fight and assaulted her right there on the throne letting her see and feel like it was daddy that was doing this to her. The last thing she remembered before waking up to see her mother Yillbaki's face and hands holding hers as she laid in a hospital bed was Adrian cackling at her that she would never be able to kill him because she was still a weak six year old that didn't know her way around a wet paper bag when it came to fighting someone his age. Yillbaki wanted to know that she was okay and she just nodded only to find a letter on her bed from her father Adrian apologizing to her for his minions actions and sending her a file for trespassing in his lands without permission and wishing her the best of luck with her soon to be expected child. Andyra crinkled the letter into pieces. But she kept the file knowing she would need to pay it sooner rather than later. The thought of bearing that bastard's child was also a pain in her ass she thought but she knew not to blame the child for the father's actions, after all she herself was a child of ill conceived wills. Her father Vance Anders, questioned what she would do know that she had hit a wall in her path. Andyra just sighed slightly and spoke towards him with a serious mature look in her eyes.

"Father, I am just going to focus on getting my strength back and birthing my child. I will worry about killing my father some other time." replied Andyra as she rubbed at her belly. "You are going to be beautiful little one."

Andyra had matured into a beautiful smart young woman that knew when she had met her limits, she would have to find a way to combat Halian's illusions before once again going to face her father, but she wasn't any less determined than she had been, as a matter of fact she was even more determined then ever to be the one to end Adrian's life. Of course by the time the child was born, Andyra hadn't been just lazing about the palace, she had been researching into the royal library on anything she thought that could help her, including a book about illusions and even a small note about the Unuiki's as a race. Of course her little two year old was more than excited to help her find these things, She looked almost just like her, minus the fact she had a unicorn horn on her head and a raccoon tail.  Andyra even started to actually get permission to see Adrian that way he could spend time with his grandchild after all even if he was evil she wouldn't deny him the right to at least see her, and she was surprised to find out he was a really good babysitter.

Though just when everything had began to feel normal and she was getting a sense for how best to defeat Adrian, Lilith appeared causing everyone and anyone to fuck, she ended up sleeping with another one of Adrian's minions in a fox named Kami, an evil fox anthro that was very adapt in genetics, so yet again she conceived another child but at least now her oldest would have a friend to play with. Andyra smiled watching them, hoping that both of them would have more normal lives then her own. She had come a long way since her days on the street but she knew there was still much more for her to learn and she still had a goal of slaying her father, who welcomed her challenged any day of the week. It was when she had started opening up even just a small bit towards her blood father that she rifted to the Omniverse discovering from Ebony very quickly that she was stuck here and would never be able to obtain her goal of killing her father. At first this pissed her off and she wanted to believe it was just a lie, but the more and more she realized there was no back button, there was no leaving through a portal back to her world. She was literally stuck here and Adrian was somewhere right now grinning with her two children. She clenched her fist as she had had her eyes closed this entire time lost in her train of thought as she would reopen them seeming to be more focused then she had ever been before. Even if she never got to kill him, she knew that eventually someone would. Adrian would die one way or the other, but now she had to focus on herself and think of what was best for Andyra, something she hadn't really thought much about before. This world sure was strange but she knew she could handle anything it threw at her.

She began to look around trying to figure out just where or what to do next, hearing that some God named Omni had thought she was interesting. Pfft....what was it with her and Gods anyways? It seemed she was bound to have even more dealings with them in the future but for now she wouldn't worry about that. She did trust Adrian enough to make sure that both her kids would be safe and well off without her there but she wouldn't deny she would miss seeing them grow up and blossom into beautiful young woman, a slight tear escaping her eyes. Crying wasn't something she normally did but they were her family, her children, her blessings, the only real blood family she had ever truly bonded with. She looked towards the others that had appeared here as well wondering just what would happen now.

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