Kill the Numbers [Dark Data]

[Guu]

After hours of navigating through the long secret roads that cut the volcanic mountainside, they finally approached Wendy’s castle. Dama paid no mind to the giant structure, or even the military of black monsters that she could even see up in front. She was just eager to take her place in the battle, to fight for this verse.

The pair lead her to the back of the castle, tugging on a brick that caused the wall to part for them, gaining them access.

The cloaked goons lead Dama through the castle, she witnessed as koopas of all shapes and sizes ran around, arming themselves with weapons, strapping on any armor their shells couldn’t provide.

Before she knew it, she was standing before Wendy herself, who was in between shouting orders.

“Mistress! We have a prime who wants to aid us!” The left cloaked koopa stated, his arms raised to present Dama.

The old woman knelt on her knees, bowing low enough to be below Wendy’s short stature.

“I offer my services in your time of need.” Dama said, humbly.

Wendy looked over the senior citizen before glancing at the pair. She remembered the e-mail, she remembered the woman’s offer. She looked her up on the dataverse earlier that day, though even then she didn’t expect how ancient the woman was.

“Did you do a background check on her?”

“We did, her history was kind of all over the place.”

Wendy looked back towards Dama.

“Do you have anything to prove you aren’t here to betray us?”

The elderly woman took a deep breath. She wasn’t used to being sincere, or at least her other personalities weren’t. Despite her more heroic mind taking the helm, it still felt like a trout swimming up stream.

She thought of the most inspirational speech she could muster, one that pointed out the strengths of the Koopa Klan, how they deserved to stand.

But she thought that seemed trite, so she went with the action hero response.

“I just hate those nebula mothafuckas. No way I’m letting them take this verse!”

That was half the truth. She didn’t want to say it was all so a dog won’t lose her house. Somehow, that felt like weak justification.

“Okay, fine. Get her prepared for battle. Thanks for the help.” She turned her attention to her armies to bark mor orders.

In truth, Wendy didn’t fully trust Dama, but she didn’t have much choice but to accept her help. She would just need to keep her on a really short leash in case she was a Nebulous spy or something.