09-02-2013, 06:06 AM
Before anyone had time to make a proper decision, the riders had crossed the distance and were closing in from either side. One of the horsemen peeled off to address Garona.
“Who are you?!” she demanded, daggers drawn.
“Now’s not the time,” replied Thrall. “This place is about to get really dangerous. I’d advise you get behind us.” He rode on before she could respond.
The group that had been summoned to the fountain tensed up, ready to fight. But the two other groups, now slowing down, seemed more interested in each other. King Aragorn jumped off his horse and strode past the group, ignoring them entirely. Judge Dredd did the same. They stopped a few feet from each other. Meanwhile the riders encircled the fountain.
After several seconds of glaring, Aragorn and Dredd spoke at once.
“These Primes are not yours-”
“This area is not your jurisdiction-”
They stopped. They tried again.
“I’m telling you to leave!”
“You and your men back off now!”
They looked at each other, each one’s arm outstretched and pointing at the other. Grudgingly, they took a step back.
Thrall and King Bradley each stepped in. Bradley was the first to speak.
“I propose we give these Primes a choice,” he said, as though that was obvious, and simple.
Aragorn grimaced. He immediately regretted not saying that first. Thrall spoke for him. “Fine. But these Primes need to know what they’re getting into.”
Samus was the first of the fountain-group to speak, stepping forward immediately. “Prime? What’s a Prime?” The tone of her voice belied her frustration.
“And who,” interjected Ganondorf, raising a dubious finger towards the four apparent leaders, just as the others began to chime in, “Are you?”
“What is this place?”
“Why should we trust you?”
“What’s going on?!”
“We,” began King Bradley, speaking loudly, calmly and deliberately over the ruckus, “Are the Empire.”
“And we are the Kingdom,” followed Aragorn, stepping towards the group at the fountain.
The two kings crossed eyes. They understood each other’s intentions. This would be a battle of words, not swords. As they turned to the fountaineers, they fell quiet.
Bradley smiled warmly. “I think everyone’s pretty confused right now. Let me start. You’re all in the Omniverse, and yes it is real. Everyone was like you at one point. We -” He pointed to himself, Dredd, Aragorn and Thrall. “-All arrived here, at this very fountain. The rest of us -” He gestured to the stormtroopers and soldiers around the fountain. “Arrived elsewhere.”
Aragorn spoke up. “We don’t know who Omni is, or what he wants. He explained omnilium to all of you, correct?” He made eye contact around the group, and was met by a few nods. “We used that to build our Kingdoms, summon our friends.” He nodded to his soldiers. “Primes are people like us, those who were chosen by Omni.”
“People who can use omnilium,” Bradley added. “That’s why we’ve come here. You see, you’re all important. And there are some, like the Kingdom, who would seek to use you for the wrong purposes.”
“The Empire is built on lies,” asserted Aragorn.
“And what of your Kingdom?”
“We may not have your power,” the raven-haired man nodded, grimly, “But we have, strength. You are different.”
“Different’s not the word I’d use,” retorted Bradley. “Better. I’ve seen your Kingdom, you live in muck. You want to use these people to make things better for yourselves, but you never will. Not with a weak leader like you.”
Aragorn’s expression twisted with anger, but he did not shout. “If I hadn’t come here, you would have taken all these people.”
The eyepatched man gave a short, derisive noise. “And what were you coming to do, King Aragorn?”
There was a scream from the fountain. It was Thaal. “None of you have any power over me!”
“We are immortal,” said Nyx, as though stating the obvious.
“What I can do, is make you an offer,” said King Aragorn. “Come to my Kingdom. We will guarantee your freedom. We will house you, make you comfortable. It’s your choice.”
“And I will make our offer,” said Bradley. “Come to Coruscant. We will make you comfortable – and by that I mean a real place to live, not some stone-walled shack. Make use of the technology available to us. There’s no catch. You can stay there, or go somewhere else.” He laughed. “Go see his Kingdom, if you want.”
“I’m not forcing anyone,” said Aragorn. “You can go with him, or come with me, or you can go to any one of the other verses. I just don’t want the Empire to twist you against us.”
For a moment, nobody spoke.
“Who are you?!” she demanded, daggers drawn.
“Now’s not the time,” replied Thrall. “This place is about to get really dangerous. I’d advise you get behind us.” He rode on before she could respond.
The group that had been summoned to the fountain tensed up, ready to fight. But the two other groups, now slowing down, seemed more interested in each other. King Aragorn jumped off his horse and strode past the group, ignoring them entirely. Judge Dredd did the same. They stopped a few feet from each other. Meanwhile the riders encircled the fountain.
After several seconds of glaring, Aragorn and Dredd spoke at once.
“These Primes are not yours-”
“This area is not your jurisdiction-”
They stopped. They tried again.
“I’m telling you to leave!”
“You and your men back off now!”
They looked at each other, each one’s arm outstretched and pointing at the other. Grudgingly, they took a step back.
Thrall and King Bradley each stepped in. Bradley was the first to speak.
“I propose we give these Primes a choice,” he said, as though that was obvious, and simple.
Aragorn grimaced. He immediately regretted not saying that first. Thrall spoke for him. “Fine. But these Primes need to know what they’re getting into.”
Samus was the first of the fountain-group to speak, stepping forward immediately. “Prime? What’s a Prime?” The tone of her voice belied her frustration.
“And who,” interjected Ganondorf, raising a dubious finger towards the four apparent leaders, just as the others began to chime in, “Are you?”
“What is this place?”
“Why should we trust you?”
“What’s going on?!”
“We,” began King Bradley, speaking loudly, calmly and deliberately over the ruckus, “Are the Empire.”
“And we are the Kingdom,” followed Aragorn, stepping towards the group at the fountain.
The two kings crossed eyes. They understood each other’s intentions. This would be a battle of words, not swords. As they turned to the fountaineers, they fell quiet.
Bradley smiled warmly. “I think everyone’s pretty confused right now. Let me start. You’re all in the Omniverse, and yes it is real. Everyone was like you at one point. We -” He pointed to himself, Dredd, Aragorn and Thrall. “-All arrived here, at this very fountain. The rest of us -” He gestured to the stormtroopers and soldiers around the fountain. “Arrived elsewhere.”
Aragorn spoke up. “We don’t know who Omni is, or what he wants. He explained omnilium to all of you, correct?” He made eye contact around the group, and was met by a few nods. “We used that to build our Kingdoms, summon our friends.” He nodded to his soldiers. “Primes are people like us, those who were chosen by Omni.”
“People who can use omnilium,” Bradley added. “That’s why we’ve come here. You see, you’re all important. And there are some, like the Kingdom, who would seek to use you for the wrong purposes.”
“The Empire is built on lies,” asserted Aragorn.
“And what of your Kingdom?”
“We may not have your power,” the raven-haired man nodded, grimly, “But we have, strength. You are different.”
“Different’s not the word I’d use,” retorted Bradley. “Better. I’ve seen your Kingdom, you live in muck. You want to use these people to make things better for yourselves, but you never will. Not with a weak leader like you.”
Aragorn’s expression twisted with anger, but he did not shout. “If I hadn’t come here, you would have taken all these people.”
The eyepatched man gave a short, derisive noise. “And what were you coming to do, King Aragorn?”
There was a scream from the fountain. It was Thaal. “None of you have any power over me!”
“We are immortal,” said Nyx, as though stating the obvious.
“What I can do, is make you an offer,” said King Aragorn. “Come to my Kingdom. We will guarantee your freedom. We will house you, make you comfortable. It’s your choice.”
“And I will make our offer,” said Bradley. “Come to Coruscant. We will make you comfortable – and by that I mean a real place to live, not some stone-walled shack. Make use of the technology available to us. There’s no catch. You can stay there, or go somewhere else.” He laughed. “Go see his Kingdom, if you want.”
“I’m not forcing anyone,” said Aragorn. “You can go with him, or come with me, or you can go to any one of the other verses. I just don’t want the Empire to twist you against us.”
For a moment, nobody spoke.
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