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A pair of hands slid out of a ragged red overcoat, suddenly clapping together. Shady eyes gazed about in the otherwise white abyss, looking for something that wasn't there. Eventually he sat back down at a table that hadn't existed moments before. He reached over to a tall bottle of liquor that likewise had appeared at his whim. He paused as a rectangular opening appeared and a tall, red rodent-like creature emerged from it, draped in a loose, orange cotton gi.
"Have you located him?" Auron mumbled, letting his chin fall onto a pair of folded hands. "He's currently at a version of Earth you should be familiar with..." Knuckles muttered back. "Currently a few imperial miles outside of a Terran town, Twilight Town or something as the lay of the land says..." "I would have expected as much," Auron heaved a heavy sigh, looking away. "Do you know if he's managed to persuade the Blue Mage Paragon yet?" "Troy, Troy, Troy," Knuckles shok his head, baring a toothy grin. "You know him better than that. He's good at dodging that topic by now. Where's the Blue Mage, Troy? Whooosh." Knuckles waved one of his burly hands over his head. "I am growing increasingly concerned with his sidequests. He understands that Shamballa can only sustain us for so long... we must reach our full roster as soon as possible so that we may begin to harness the Vast to make us whole again. If Shamballa's energies are disrupted in any way... our primal forms may consume us." "Yeah, we know that's years away at the least. I dunno why you're getting so agitated over this." "We have an obligation to protect the current time-space continuum. That is our debt that we need to repay. You know this. Troy's encounter with the UEN has done well to make me restless. There are sister organizations that wish to undo the fragile balance between the Vast, Heartless and Nobodies... we have to assure our mutual survival if we hope to accomplish our mission. Do you know of the Black Garter?" Knuckles shrugged weakly. "Sister organization of the UEN? I doubt they've got the experience in decimating worlds and harvesting souls that they do." "They are attempting to do so. That we know." Auron stood up from his seat, folding his arms behind his back. "So far we've managed to hide the existence of Shamballa from the UEN. More people are searching for it now, and if any find it their powers would become unfathomable. The stakes are rising. They know that they can just go around causing whatever destruction they please, but they realize that Shamballa is the jackpot." "Why are they so convinced they'll get into Shamballa?" Knuckles scratched the back of their heads. "Only the Covenant knows where the hell Shamballa actually is, how do they want to threaten us? None of us have homeworlds, besides that, none of us have friends except for each other. Technically speaking, that makes each individual member of the Covenant invulnerable." "We might not have homeworlds," Auron trailed off. "But some of us have homes... and old accomplices..." ******** A black wolf in a thick grey bodysuit hovered over the main cargo bay of a gigantic warship, watching with grim satisfaction as large robotic golems marched into place underneath him. He touched back down onto a walkway high above, planting his arms onto the guardrail. Chuckling to himself, he issued his command. "Find the Warrior and White Mage Paragons. Torture them until their minds crumble. Let us continue the battle that Shadow forfeited! We will ride forth into Shamballa and grant ourselves power beyond imagination! Let us march! To Earth!" Eclipse hunched back forward, watching the stars race around him with hungry red eyes and bared teeth. "Troy and Fires will regret letting their hearts wander until their dying days..." Down in the sea of troops, one of the mechs stared up into the air. "...whiiiite..." ******** Two years had passed... A janitor continued wiping his nose with his hands. Eventually he picked his mop off the wall again, dropping it in a nearby bucket and slopping it out on the floor again. He reached up, preparing to pick his nose before he saw the figure slamming his fist into the pane glass window nearby. The Koopa had discarded his shell, wearing padded black shorts, and a white undershirt with an unzipped, bright orange bomber jacket over top. Embroidered white flames rose up from the bottom, curling upwards and stopping halfway up. His necklace, a hollow silver hexagon, continued to bounce as he tried to get the man's attention. "Hey! Hey!" Troy yelled. He sighed in disgust. The workers in the building shot him disturbed glances but didn't do much otherwise. Troy grumbled as one of the construction workers moved over to a control panel, tapping a large blue button. The outdoor speakers crackled to life. "Can I help you?" the man moaned. "This is the Acmlm building right? What's happening? Is it closed for renovations?" "Acmlm?" the man took off his helmet and ran his hand through his brown hair for a moment. "...oh. Right. Last owner." he flipped out a clipboard in front of him. "I'm not sure if you were aware, but this building was sold 4 months ago." Troy went deadpan. "...what." "If you really want to come inside for a moment we should have no problem with that, but I-" "That's alright," Troy heaved a dull grunt, pivoting on his heels. "I think I know where to go." Troy stuck his hands in his pockets as he marched away, glancing off to the side. "...I knew I was gone for too long... I should've stopped in to visit and... ohhhh, how could've I been so stupid..." His back suddenly burst into blue flame, and Troy roared off into the sky without giving much care to whoever saw him do so. Surely at least the inhabitants of Neo Grape Gardens would welcome him... Several solid years passed with Troy far away from Earth, continuing to perform missions for the organization he would refer to on multiple occasions as the Covenant. He had not given much thought to the possible circumstance that everyone he knew had moved on with their lives, or simply vanished altogether. If anyone would ask Troy where he was, he knew he would be giving an indepth explanation. Maybe it was time at last that everyone knew... HOMECOMING |
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