Zwip!

A rumble rattled the Emergency Bridge, and Adon smiled.

Check.

Adon drew his sword. A green material quickly grew over the blade. Then the sleeve blasted itself off of Adon's sword arm, as the green coloring grew over his arm as well. Then the sword itself started to sink into his arm.

AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!

The seams of Adon's cloths stretched and burst, as he seemed to bulk up before the astonished crew's eyes. His skin changed into the same green color as the fungus like material that covered his sword. It also started to look like it was made out of scales, rather than skin.

His fingers changed shape to form claws, and his boots split open to reveal claws on his feet as well. His teeth also changed. They grew much sharper and more fang-like. He ran his tongue over his new teeth and laughed.

Mate.

Just then, Commander Milkshake and Captain Tacoman beam in, using their suit's transport system. Within a few seconds, Tacoman has activated his exosuit and personal shielding system. He pounces upon Adon/Darth Terror and throws him against a wall. Through gritted teeth, Tacoman says
How did you get here, and where is Adon?

You survived? How unfortunate.

He gripped the arms of Tacoman's exosuit hard enough to partialy crush them. Then he tossed Tacoman accross the room.

Your precious Adon is right here. I've only been able to exert a limited control of him while I was trapped in his sword, but now that we've merged, killing me would kill him as well.

Commander Milkshake leapt at Terror/Adon, but was effortlessly batted asside.

Oh yes, with this body, I also have inherited some of Adon's powers.

He grabbed Tacoman by the throat and picked him up off of the ground.

Good bye, Captain.

(Just then, Observer and Artsy exit the fabulous museum, still excitedly talking about the amazing exhibits they'd seen. Just then they notice a street music festival not far away, and go down to watch...)

Kiehart enters the bridge, and sees the fight and stops in confusion. To him, it appears that Adon/Terror is attacking Tacoman and Milkshake. "Oh man, just like the prophetess said." he muttered under his breath. He reached out and grabbed Adon/Terror's shoulder. Steam began to rise from where Kiehart touched him, and Kiehart recoiled, more from surprise than pain. The pain seemed to be in Adon/Terror. A massive burn mark shapped like Kiehart's hand was on his shoulder. Kiehart looked at his hand and began to shake his head feverishly. "No. No. This can't be happening. This isn't supposed to be happening."

(PD Insane slowly reaches into his pocket and slips on his power ring. Instantly he is surrounded by a nimbus of orange energy. He forms an axe with the ring's power and slashes at Terror's wrist. It doesn't go right through, and the point of contact only smokes, but it is enough to make Terror let go of Tacoman)

Last time we encountered him it resulted in the loss of our last ship. That cannot happen again!

(Darth Terror turns around to face PD Insane, sees him and...)

Tacoman, still hanging from Adon/Terror's hand, kicks him hard enough to let him go. Tacoman steps into the airlock of the Emergency Bridge and calls out to Adon/Terror
You want to kill me? You have to get me first!
The airlock door closes, and the sound of the airlock cycling is heard. Moments later, Tacoman looks in a window on the Emergency bridge, gets Adon/Terror's attention, and gives him the finger.

Wrong-o! Terror was IN the Emergency Bridge! Clearly established.

Adon/Terror held up his hand towards Insane.

We'll play later. Don't go away.

Insane felt a force pushing him back. He tried to resist it, he couldn't hold out for long. The force sent him flying away.

On second thought, go away!

Adon/Terror placed his hands on the the airlock door. Then, both sets of doors blew out of the bulkhead and went flying accross the room.

Honey, I'm home.

He stepped accross the room, and kneed Tacoman in the stomach. Then he grabbed the finger that Tacoman so recenty showed him, and bent it backwards, so that his fingernail touched the back of his hand. Tacoman screamed in pain.

Your screams are like music. Please don't stop.

(Klassikos enters sickbay)

I wonder if Roani is behind all this...

(He goes over to where Roani had been lying before, and discovers s/he is no longer there)

Computer, locate the being known as Roani.

Computer: Roani is not on board this ship.

Either the computer's malfunctioning, or Roani has escaped. Or both.

(Klassikos hears a door opening, and truns around. PD Insane has entered, looking bruised.
"It's Darth Terror!" he explains)

I'll get my armor!

("No," Insane says, reaching his arm out to hold Klassikos back. "If he dies, so does Adon. It' a bit complicated, and I don't really understand it myself, but somehow Darth Terror IS Adon, at least for now.")

I will try not to kill him, although I don't understand what you mean.

(He leaves sickbay)

KRK-CHUNK! Ziiiinnnnnnnnngggggg....

Adon/Terror's head rotates completely around, and notices that Milkshake is holding a very large and scary and recently armed and charged weapon on him.

ZAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

Milkshake's gun erupts a coruscating blast of crackling energy that pins the Sithlord/Wanderer to the wall, imbedded in a seething corona of radiation. Taco falls to the floor, groaning.

Anyone! We need to trap him somehow!

MUHAHAHA! I strike again!

I strike again!

No, the two posts don't contradict each other, so you have no effect this time.

I strike again, in a more evil way than before!

Muahahahaha!

Come on, now, this is just getting silly.

Spectre, check the posts from 3:41 pm and 3:45 pm.

Mwuahahahahahahaha, split personality convention this is!

Artsy and Observer stand at the edge of the festival, listening and watching. The instruments in use are at least as diverse as the artwork in the museum was, including a body harp, a tree-like being that was acting as a full percussion unit, and a group of Siblings who were either singing or simply speaking, their musical language blending perfectly with the other sounds.

It's hard music to stand still by; many of the spectators are moving in sync with each other. Artsy taps Observer on the shoulder, a mischevious smile growing on her face. "Do you dance?" she asks him.

(Klassikos enters his quarters to get his armor, and discovers his reality-altering di[c]e is on the floor, the number '5' is on top)

Ah, that explains all those Darth Simultaneous Posts we've been having.

(He turns the di[c]e over so now the '1' is on top, and all the Darth SPs revert to one)

That's better.

Sorry, I thought you were referring to the 3:44 and 3:45 posts. I didn't see the 3:41 post!

My finger! The b****** broke my finger!
Tacoman begins firing plotinium chains from his exosuit, which wrap themselves around Adon\terror.
Now, does anybody have a personality splitter?
Ow... my finger...

Sorry, I only have a split personality.

Adon/Terror got up off of the ground as Milkshake aimed the weapon at him again. Milkshake fired as Adon/Terror brought up his hand and fired his own energy blast. The two beams met in between them. The energy blasts twisted around each other and exploded in the middle.

Adon/Terror jumped out of the smoke from the explosion, and backhanded Milkshake, sending him flying around. Adon/Terror caught the weapon and crushed it in his hand.

I'm trapped... Trapped like a rat! Well, not really.

Adon/Terror planeted his foot on Milkshake's chest. The chestplate began to cave in under his clawed foot.

Tacoman looks up and realises something.
Butrfli, the kids!
Butrfli: Don't worry, they're alright. When trouble arises, they automatically disappear into a pocket dimension... a gift from Frangelica.
Tacoman: Good. For a moment, i was worried.

ARGH! Eject!

Milkshake once again ejects out of his suit. Unfortunately he's trying to aim at the open airlock and so fly down the hallway, but he misses and hits the wall.

BONK!

Ughhh...

Steve!
Tacoman brings a very large and dangerous looking weapon to bear right next to Adon/Terror's head.
Release him, or your brains are going to be splattered all over this bridge.

Hey, Terror! I'm the only Sith allowed on board. Here's my badge!

Shows him the fascinating document engraved in solid neutronium.

What? You ignore me???

Jumps at Terror-Adon and gives him an extra-wet kiss. The surprised Darth howls in pain and is temporarily incapacitated.

(Insane puts a bandage around his head, and ties it like a bandana. He runs back to the emergency bridge where the fight is going on)

You were AX-ing for trouble before... but now you'll have it RAMMED down your throat!

(He uses his power ring to create a large, long, orange battering ram, which he hits Terror/Adon in the side with, then again, then again, each time with more force)

I am released, he's only got my suit...

Nice underwear, Milkshake.

Do I dance? Well, you must forgive me, it's been a while, but I think I can still remember a few steps...

(With that, Artsy and Observer begin to dance..)

A portal poened up behind Adon/Terror, and the next blow from the battering ram knocked him through. The portal then closed.

The crew looked at each other for a moment, and then, another portal opened and Adon/Terror appeared holding a bundle in one arm. He was gently stroking whatever is in the bundle.

You have beautiful childran here, Captain. Now, everyone stop right now. We couldn't want anything to happen to them.

Milkshake regains his feet, and gestures everyone to step back. Tacoman's eyes are blazing with fury, but Milkshake restrains the injured captain.

Now, everyone calm down. What do you want, Terror?

Hey Terror, let the kids out of this game. Take me in exchange! And I think my dear brother volunteers too, YES?!

Tacoman sets his weapon down.
Ok... just release them... everything's alright, everything's cool.
Butrfli watches the proceedings with an extremely angry look. Soon, her eyes turn red, and when she speaks, it's in a demonic type voice, somewhat like Adon/Terror.
LET GO OF MY CHILDREN, NOW!
She begins to chant, a large sharp pole materalizes in the air and points itself at Adon/Terror's head. Tacoman looks at this and says
Never get between a mother and her children.

(Everyone turns round to discover Enesku standing there, having just entered, clutching her spear. She does a great leap and lands in front of Terror, her spear poised ready to stick straight into his chest)

Take this!

(Enesku spears)

Adon/Terror grunted in pain, but keeps a hold of the bundle. He grabs Enesku by the head, and then tosses her asside. The end of the spear had splintered on the armor Adon wore below his tunic. A small portal opened, and Terror tossed the bundle in.

Now, you can't kill me. If you do, you'll never find your children again. They're very safe in Adon's own private universe. He's the only one who knows where it is. If you kill me, the location will be lost forever.

We may not kill you...

Milkshake abruptly looks very determined

But I bet we can get the information out of you. OUR WAY. League, ATTACK!

Wait a minute. Tacoman is outside, flipping off Adon/Terror (7:19AM post), and then Terror kicks him in the stomach (3:30PM post) without any intervening action? I don't think so.

Marks down a continuity nit on his list.

Adon/Terror reaches through the TV and grabs the K-NIT TV-47 Nitpicker by the collar and drags the person forward.

I gues you missed the whole part about me blowing the airlock away and walking accross the bridge before kneeing Tacoman. You should pay more attention to the posts.

Adon/Terror released the nitpicker and retreats back into the TV.

Suddenly, the bulkhead behind Terror/Adon explodes. The explosion and debris sends the Sith Lord/Wanderer flying across the bridge, but he flips in midair and stops, floating and turning to the figure that emerges from the newest hole in the wall. Terror smiles.

Rikard: Hey buddy, remember me?

Rikard throws the rifle he's holding to the ground, pulls out his sword, and lights his saber.

Butrfli, after repairing Tacoman's finger, flings a variety of spells at Adon/Terror. Tacoman, dodging her spells, begins firing and punching Adon/Terror at every opportunity.
Tacoman: This is for causing massive destruction of my ship! And this punching Adon/Terror in the stomach is for posessing a member of my crew!

But Tacoman was floating in space. So you couldn't knee him like that!

Adon/Terror dropped to the floor, coughing. The green coloring started to retreat.

Th... Thank you... Captian.

Tacoman paused, and then was blown back, into the corner of the far wall and the ceiling.

Thank you so much for freeing me.

The green coloring returned as the hum of a lightsabre heralded Rikard's attack. Adon/Terror dropped to the floor so the blade passed harmlessly over him. Then he kicked Rikard from his position on the floor, sending the young Jedi flying.

Adon/Terror stood up and crossed his arms over his chest as Butrfli attacked, but everything just exploded harmlessly against his block. When he was close enough, he slapped Butrfli accross the face, hard enough to spin her around.

You should have stayed in the kitchen, woman.

He grabbed onto her wings and began to tug

These lovely wings would look great mounted on my wall.

Let..go...of...my...wings!
Butrfli eyes and wings begin to glow, and through a spell, she causes a lightning bolt to flow through her body, up her wings, and into Adon/Terror's body. Shocked, he lets go of her wings, allowing Butrfli to pin his arms behind his back.
Jackson, he's all yours!
Tacoman: right!
Tacoman approaches Adon/Terror with fury in his eyes and begins punching him without mercy.
...and soon...punch, punch... I'll start...hit hit...electrifying my gauntlets...

Adon/Terror kicked up and connected with Tacoman's jaw. He continued the motion from the kick, which flipped him over Butrfli's head and out of her grasp. He landed behind her.

You two aren't much fun anymore. I'm tired of playing.

Adon/Terror pointed the palms of his hands towards Tacoman and Butrfli and fired. The blast punctured the hull...

With a flash Jadlad appears.

Pizza Power!

Jadlad temporarily seals the hole in the hull with an extra large pizza. Then he grabs Adon/Terror and throws him into the wall burning Jadlad's hands in the process.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggghhh!!!

Okay. So..maybe...that...wasn't...such a...bright idea.

Here have some pizza with everything on it!

He throws another extra large pizza with everything on it (including the kitchen sink) at Adon/Terror hitting him in the face with it.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone seemed to be ignoring him, Kiehart comes up behind Adon/Terror and touches him on the shoulder with his bare hand again. "I never told Adon this, so I'll tell you. The reason the Conclave gave me the ol' memory wipe. I'm an Anti-Wanderer*. I don't know who made me, but basically, the longer my hand is on your shoulder the more pain you'll be in till you die. Now let Adon go, and tell us where the kids are. Preferably in reverse order."

* = Logan Newcastle: The Origin of Jason Kiehart by Brian Webber

AAAAAAAA!!!!

Terror/Adon spun around and raked his claws accross Kiehart's chest. It broke the contact between them.

You have just signed your death sentince.

Terror/Adon made a fist with his right hand. The fist started to twist around unnaturaly, and then, the hand changed into the blade of Adon's sword. Terror/Adon thrust with the blade into Kiehart. He missed his chest, but still got him in the shoulder. The force of the blow knocked Kiehart agaist the bulkhead, and then, the point punched through his body, pinning him to the bulkhead like a bug pinned to a corkboard.

You nothing more than a bug in my eyes.

Terror/Adon rotated the blade while it was in Kiehart's shoulder. Kiehart screamed. With three more lightning thrusts, Terror/Adon stabbed Kiehart in the other shoulder, and through both knees. Kiehart collapsed to the ground. Terror/Adon placed the point of the sword against Kiehart's forehead, above his eye.

You're a bug. Nothing more than an insignificant bug.

As Terror/Adon was talking, he dragged the point of the sword accross Kiehart's face, leaving a bloody line around his eye and over his cheek.

Anti-Wanderer? HA! You forget that I am neither a Wanderer or a Sith. I am more than both. Your puny powers will do little.

He swung his left arm towards Jadlad, hitting him with five energy blasts at once, nearly knocking him out of the recently patched hole.

Then he dragged the point of the sword over Kiehart's throat.

Good bye, Anti-Wanderer.

Feh. I almost forgot the rest of you.

Terror/Adon flings the broken Kiehart against the far bulkhead, where he crumples to the ground. Butrfli, her face pale after witnessing the attack on Kiehart, approaches, summoning mystical powers. Terror/Adon grabs her by one wing, ties her two wings together, ignoring her shrieking, and pitches her out the aft airlock.

I never cared for butterflies.

Tacoman advances, firing all his weapons at once. Terror/Adon yawns, and begins smashing the Captain against any available hard surface, breaking one piece of armor after another off the immortal hero.

He does have a crunchy shell. I never would have guessed.

Terror disposes of the near-comatose captain. By now Insane and Rikard have begun assaulting Terror/Adon furiously with power ring and lightsaber. Terror/Adon swings his sword and painfully picks the saber out of Rikard's hand and the ring off of Insane's. Then he grabs the Jedi and the lieutenant and bashes their heads against each other.

Hmm, a hollow sound.

Furby attacks, trying to get within kissing range, while his brother opens his mouth to sing. In a second, the two constructs are battered and wedged into a bridge locker.

I hate those toys.

Meanwhile the last vanguard of the crew present, Milkshake and Enesku, attack. In less than 5 minutes, the unprotected Milkshake is groaning on the floor, with his left arm in a very unnatural position, and a bruised and unconscious Enesku is hanging by her arms and legs from the ceiling, restrained with Plotonium chains.

I can't believe it. I do what SCORES of villains could not accomplish? You truly have been lucky. Time to find out what your line of work entails. Too bad you will not live...at ALL.

Kiehart laughed, then deftly removed the fake skin and blood packets the HoloDoc had made for him before he arrived on the bridge. "Yeah? Well if you had all of Adon's memories as well as his powers you'd remember that I'm invulnerable." He stands up shocking Adon/Terror, then conencts with a punch to the jaw that sends him flying backwards. When Adon/Teror re-gains his footing, he has a burn mark on his chin. "Now, we're going to go through this again! Tell me where the kids are, and let Adon go, or BOTH of you are going to be a steaming mass on the floor!"

Muhahaha! I STRIKE AGAIN!!!

Then the battered Kiehart moans, in his fevered mind he imagines getting the better of Darth Terror...

Ow

Rikard stood up, watching as Kiehart and Terror/Adon continued to fight. He pulls himself over to where Commander Milkshake lies.

Commander, I was thinking, we're not getting anywhere with this. Maybe we should just let Adon do the entire internal struggle thing. Or better yet, we should figure a way to contact the guy. He got rid of Terror last time, he probably knows how to do it again.

With that, Rikard loses conciousness.

Tacoman looks up wearily from where he's laying.
We...need...help...Contact...the...Space...Marines...and...the...Space...Marshils...
Tacoman looks up at the ceiling, and with as much voice as he can muster, yells
FRANGELICA, WE NEED YOU!
Computer,initiate...self...destruct...ten...minutes...
Tacoman looks around and focuses on Kiehart.
Jason...if...Terror...doesn't...release...Adon...in..five...minutes...evacuate the ship...and...iet it explode...around Darth Terror...and...Adon...
With that, Tacoman passes out, and a screen on his wrist shows his vital signs slowing.

WAAAA! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnobody escapes the revenge of the Furby!

Adon will probably never forgive me what I have to do now.

He sneaks behind Terror-Adon and bites him into the ankle. The mixed Darth is too occupied with beating up the other crewmembers to notice it. Around the bite marks his skin color changes from green to blue and yes, fluffy fur starts to grow.

Havr a nice day! My dear brother, it's time to pack!

Captain, you forget who you are dealing with. Or do you think your engineer was still responsible for the sabotage?

Terror/Adon walks to the one working console on the Emergency Bridge, Tactical II, and enters commands. In less than a minute, the computer's voice plays over the speakers.

"Self-destruct canceled. Have a nice day."

(Klassikos puts the helmet on his head, the finising touch of his powerful armor. He then grows in height and increases in musculature. He grabs his sword from his table and runs out of his quarters, swinging it above his head.

Pretty soon he arrives on the emergency bridge, and takes a lunge at Terror with his sword. He actually suceeds in making a diagonal line down Terror's front, but it seems to have little or no effect on the Sith lord. He swings again, but Terror is too fast for him...)

Bad idea, Terror. VERY bad idea.

Terror and Klassikos abruptly turn, and Milkshake, cradling his broken arm, is standing in the middle of the bridge. The injured commander has a blaze of light about him, and his eyes are glowing. The conscious members of the League look on in befuddlement, their expression matched by the look on Terror's unlovely face. Milkshake stretches out one arm....everyone is still...then, he snaps his fingers! Instantly, a beam of pure white energy smashes into Terror/Adon....the combined being screams as his double essence begins to be forcibly separated by unknown energies. In a moment, TWO beings become visible, occupying the same space where one once stood...Milkshake knits his brow in concentration.

Butrfli steps foward.
It's lucky that I can replicate voices.
She speaks in an exact copy of Tacoman's voice
Computer, resume self destruct, but don't accept any commands from Commander Adon.
Computer: self-destruct countdown resuming, 9 minutes and 40 seconds remaining.
Butrfli touches her wrist, her head and hands blur, revealing a helmet and gloves, much like what Tacoman and Milkshake wear. The gloved hands remove the helmet, revealing the face of...Butrfli
It's amazing what you can find a bridge locker. Commander, I've managed to locate an emergency Cybersuit. Of course, I'm wearing it at the moment, and it doesn't impede my magic at all.

MUHAHAHA! I CONTROL this storyline!

Two siths at once! How can the LICC hope to defeat both Darth Terror AND Darth Simultaneous Posts???

Butrfli watches in amazement as Milkshake performs his act
I guess the self-destruct might be moot now...
Computer, cancel self destruct again.
Computer: Acknowledged.

Adon and Terror were struggling with each other. Other than the two of them, there was absolutely nothing else around. It was an empty space.

Curse you, Adon. If not for you, I would have destroyed all of them by now.

If you hadn't used me, you never would have gotten this far. I say that makes us even.

As the two fought, the featureless world began to fade. It was replaced by the darkened remains of the Emergency Bridge, and a very bright Commander Milkshake.

This has gone on for far too long.

I agree.

The crew (those that were still awake, anyway) watched the two ghostly forms grapple, and exchange words, but they couldn't hear what was being said.

Both forms withdrew, and they looked like they were going to fire an energy blast at each other.

Get out of my body.

It's mine now.

They both fired, and in the middle of this ghostly scuffle, Teradon flew in opposite directions at once.

Adon picked himself up. His took some nasty blows during the fighting. Fortunately, Terror looked like he was in the exact same condition. Adon's sword was lying in the middle of the room, right where Teradon was broken. Adon held out his hand, and the sword jumped into it.

No more games, no more tricks, no more sparring. This is the end.

Adon gets to his feet, obviously having gained the better of their separation. Terror, for his part, attempts to stand up and fails. He is reduced to crawling on the floor, like the lizard he resembles.

Fool. I did such things with your life that you could never hope to accomplish. I could've ended the threat that this group poses to the universe. I could have enabled us to live forever, the perfect being! No one could have stopped us. But your petty notions of reality had to get in my way!

Adon brings his sword up, preparing to attack, and for once, a hint of fear appears in Terror's dead eyes. Then the creature laughs.

You couldn't. Not even if you wanted to. When I started this, fool, I made sure I covered everything. We still have a link between us. Not even the Qs could break it. If I die, as sure as stars are born and extinguished...SO WILL YOU!!!

Bow wow! Woof! Arf!

Butrfli, with a gleam and fire in her eyes, removes her glove and begins flexing her fingers like she was preparing for something.
Adon, want me to do something to him? I can turn him into an actual lizard if you want me to. The kids, when we get them back, might like a pet...

Hiss...try. Anything you do to me will be done equally to your beloved Wanderer. You can't touch me, fools!!

Kiehart has his gun pressed into the back of Terror's head as soon as he says it. "Make me shoot you, you jiz-mopper!" Although Adon has only seen the gun's alien device attachment used once or twice he recognizes the current setting. Explosive rounds. "Did you really think threatening Adon's life would work? We're heroes [BLEEP]hole. Dying for the cause is one of the fringe benefits."

Hiss....ha ha ha. So you are willing to sacrifice another's life for your revenge. And you say I am evil.

Commander, with Jackson out of the picture for the moment, it's your decision on what to do with Terror. If we can find a way to separate their link, I would still like to change him into a regular lizard.

Milkshake turns to Butrfli. His eyes still blaze with power.

I've already tried. He's right; the Qs can't even separate them. I'm...at a loss of what to do.

Darth Terror stops talking and scratches his ankle. The blue-colored area has grown significantly down there and yes, it's definitely fur!

I see you feel the first effects of your Furbysation, Terror. Soon your mind will be gone...

Then you better like your Wanderer as a Furby too...

With a last bit of strength, Terror stops the Furbysation. He than lies back and watches Adon with a wary eye...

Kiehart laughs, then notices that his neck is bleeding. "What the-" He looks down. The fake skin and blodd packets were in fact punctured but for the first time he realzies thta the magical blade actually pierced him. His knees feel weak, and he begins to collapse. "Aw ••••." His arms begin to feel weak and he starts to lose his grip on his gun. He pulls thr trigger and a single explosive bullets hits Terror in the arm, wounding him severely. "Get, him, Adon." Kiehart mutters befor epassing out from blood loss.

Rikard woke up and shook his head. It ached badly and his whole body felt battered, but he was able to stand anyway. He groggily watched as events unfolded, as Terror spoke of the link, as Kiehart put the gun to Terror's head. Rikard grabs the two pistols he always carries and sets the settings. He sets one on stun. Realizing that stun probably won't work on Terror, he increases the setting on the other.

That should do it.

He slowly stands and points the guns, one at Kiehart, one at Terror.

You heard him Kiehart. cough If you shoot him, Adon dies, now put the gun down.

Then Kiehart passes out.

Well, so much for that.

Rikard fires.

Ahhahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!

I strike once again. This universe will be mine!!

When the explosive round hit Terror's arm, both he and Adon screamed in concert. And they both grabbed the same arm in perfect time with each other.

Fortunately, Rikard's shot missed Terror.

Careful. We're still linked somehow. He was telling the truth.

So he fired again, but unfortunatley since Rikard could hardly see, he ended up hitting the lying Terror in the leg. Then he realized what Adon had said.

oh, sorry.

Will someone get me down from here???

Rikard rolled his eyes and went over to the small emergency bridge weapons locker and pulled out an anti-plontonium gun. He fired four shots at Enesku's chains. The chains snapped and Enesku fell to the ground with a thud.

Didn't miss that time.

You'll never...never kill me...

Terror reached over and grabbed Rikard.

I still have a little fight in me. If you want boy blunder here to live, then you'll stay back.

Let him go.

His sword arm was quivering with anger as Adon started glowing. A rumble sounded throughout the ship. The golden light was illuminating the entire bridge. Little arcs of lightning jumped from Adon to the remaining pieces of equipment.

Let him go now.

Adon took a step forward, and little bits of the deck ripped free and started orbiting around Adon. A virtual whirlwind of dist, debris, and energy was swirling around Adon, tearing pieces of the ship loose. A few of them fell into orbit around him, but most of them just went flying around.

Terror grabbed the gun out of Rikard's hands and fired. The shot hit Adon in the chest. Adon didn't notice anything. He continued walking forward.

Get back!

Terror threw Rikard at Adon, but Rikard was knocked asside by the energy whirling around Adon. Terror tried scrambling away, but he was too weak to outrun Adon. He tried to place a control panel between himself and Adon, but as Adon approached the panel, it tore itself apart, sending pieces flying around the emergency bridge.

Adon brought the sword up. Lightning crackled between Adon, the pieces of debris orbiting him, and functioning controls.

If you kill me, you'll die too!

I know. But, it must be done.

Adon brought the sword down, and Terror's head parted company with his shoulders. It landed in the corner, and started smoking. The rest of him just collapsed into a pile on the deck.

The lightning, energy, wind, and noise all stopped. Adon turned to face the crew, and tears were in his eyes.

I'm sorry everyone. I hope you can forgive me for everything.

Then Adon collapsed dead on the floor. A female voice echoed through the remains of the bridge. No one recognised it. They didn't even know the language that she was speaking, but the understood her all the same. The voice simply said: "This wasn't supposed to happen."

Milkshake stands there, the event not even registering on his mind...

What? I....

(PD Insane, having just regained consciousness, sees Adon's last stand, and the deaths of both Sith and Wanderer)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

No, he...

Milkshake, desperately averting his eyes and seeming to ignore the fact, notices Tacoman underneath a shattered console.

Um....Butrfli....go help...go help Taco while I...

Butrfli rushes over to where Tacoman is lying. She pulls out a tricorder from somewhere and scans him. To confirm her readings, she looks at the screen on Tacoman's wrist gauntlet.
Commander, you may want to come over here. I think he's dying.
Commander Milkshake rushes over to where Tacoman and Butrfli are.
Tacoman: Steve? Butrfli? What's going on? Somebody remove my helmet, I'm having trouble seeing...
Butrfli removes Tacoman's helmet, revealing his head. Tacoman's face is heavily scarred and damaged from the battle, and his eyes are covered with congealed blood. He begins coughing up blood.
Is the battle over and the ship out of danger?
Milkshake can only nod and point to where Adon and Darth Terror lay dead.
Good, that's good. Tacoman begins coughing up more blood
Steve...it's been...a...hell...of..a..time..Cough, Cough...I hope...that the...adventures...continue...
Butrfli...take...care...of...kids...for...
Tacoman shudders and goes limp, and both Butrfli's tricorder and Tacoman's wrist gauntlet beep in a flatline pattern.
He's dead, Commander.
Butrfli holds Tacoman's head in her lap and begins to cry. The few remaining members of the crew that are still standing gather close by.

(Observer and Artsy walk down the street, away from where the street festival is still going on. After dancing to the Sibling music, Observer had played some of his favorite songs, including some quite ancient ones, from a small portable player. The Siblings had enjoyed it as much as the couple had and Observer left the player with them. Observer suddenly stops mid-stride, and Artsy asks if anything's wrong.)

No, but we've completely missed the opera. I can't believe it, I'm usually very good with time.

"Oh, we'll see it another time, I'm sur-"

(Just then, a couple walks out of the opera house down the street. As they get closer, Observer suddenly grins and Artsy gapes. A future Observer and Artsy wave and smile at our heroes, and turn down another street. The young artist and the brown-cloaked watcher share a good laugh. Then Observer looks at Artsy, smiling.)

I've...I've had such a wonderful time tonight, Artsy. I hope you have as well.

The kids?
Butrfli looks up.
Commander, didn't Darth Terror put Fran and Logan in Adon's private universe? A private universe that Adon would have to be alive to go to?
By the gods, Jackson is dead, I may never see my children again, and the ship is half destroyed. This has to be the worst day is my life!
Butrfli begins crying even harder

Coughs slightly.

Where is Mr. Obvious when you need him...

It is a well-known fact that Tacoman is immortal. Otherwise he would have become crispy toast during the Furby Wars a loooooong time ago.

Therefore it should be obvious that SOMETHING IS WRONG!

Oops, sorry about that.

Rikard, slowly, very slowly, gets up and walks over to Adon's body. He crouches down next to the unmoving form and puts his fingers to his neck. Feeling no pulse, he grabs a tricorder from nearby and scanning, confirming that he has died as well. He notices that Adon's sword was still in the Wanderer's hand. He reaches out to touch it. Nothing happens.

It's over.

No one hears him speak. He glances over at Butrfli and everyone huddled around Captain Tacoman. He doesn't know what to say. He stands up and slowly walks over.

Don't worry, Butrfi. We'll find them. No longer how long it takes or how hard it is to do, there's always a way, and we'll find it. We'll find them.

Those are the words that Rikard wants to say, but he can't bring himself to say them. So many things were happening. For ten minutes, he just stands and stares. Nothing feels real. In silence he turns away, grabbing a nearby EVA suit and exiting the emergency bridge.

No. My powers...I will bring Tacoman back, and then Adon! I can do it now!

Milkshake concentrates, and snaps his fingers. The ship suddenly jerks sideways as the newly born Q brings his powers to bear. Just as the shaking subsides, a figure appears in the center of the Emergency Bridge. When it is fully resolved, it appears to be a confused but very much alive Tacoman. Milkshake laughs and turns toward Adon but...the light in his eyes goes out! The commander appears very confused, but then he shouts in surprise and fury.

They're...talking to me! They say I can't use my powers, I'm not ready for them! But...Adon!!

As soon as Tacoman appeared, Butrfli's eyes had widened in joy. She gets up to run to embrace her ressurected beloved, but then realizes...the dead Tacoman still lies at her feet! Milkshake, Butrfli, the newly appeared Tacoman, not to mention the rest of the League, all compete for appearing the most confused...

Kiehart wakes up, but can't quite walk. He sees Tacoman's body, Terror's head, and then Adonm's body, then the alive Tacoman. "Ugh, pass out for ten seconds and the whole universe goes to hell," he murmurs in a soft groany voice. Still unable to walk he tries to cry out for help but can't talk above a whisper. Thankfully Furby hears him and walks over. "You OK Jason?" "Uh, I feel like I just sat through a Marc Singer movie marathon."

The new Tacoman looks around in shock and suprise.
What? Where am I?
One minute I'm in a fighter shuttle, about to ram into the side of an O'kak battle cruiser, and the next thing I'm here.
I don't know who you are, but allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Lt. Commander Tacoman, second officer of the LICC Spidership. Until just a few minutes ago, I was also part of the Red Squad, one of the battle shuttle groups on the Spidership.
Tacoman's eyes take in the ruined Emergency Bridge and finally land on the still body of Captain Tacoman.
What happened here, and why is there somebody who looks like me over there?

Steve-Dave: No! They can't kill Tacoman. He was the only one on this show with any class!

Walt the Fanboy: Tell 'em Steve-Dave!

There was darkness everywhere. A land of complete emptyness. Then, a single light appeared, illuminating a single individual. He was wearing long, dark robes, and wore a silver pendant around his neck. He raised his head and spoke into the emptyness.

Member #1: "The event we have feared has taken place."

Eleven more lights appear, illuminating eleven more figures. They are all wearing identical robes, complete with identical pendants. The twelve figures stood in a circle.

Member #4: "Adon has perished."

Member #7: "And with him, all hope."

Member #12: "Not so. He has taken their greatest with him."

Member #2: "With their lost, there may yet be hope."

Member #8: "But our victory is not assured."

Member #11: "It was never assured to begin with. Both sides have taken heavy losses this day."

Member #3: "Correct. It would be wise to see how the other side reacts to this event before proceeding with our plans."

Member #5: "We should strike now, while they debate what has happend."

Member #9: "As we are doing now?"

Member #6: "They will choose a replacement before continuing."

Member #10: "As must we."

Member #1: "Then it is decided. We will choose a replacement, and see how they have reacted before continuing."

All the members turn towards you.

Member #1: "The rest of this, does not concern you, as you have been given much more information about what is going on than a mortal should ever know.

And then, all the lights went out at once, and emptyness returned to that world.

While Furby administers first aid to Kiehart alt-Furby scans Adon's body. He doesn't like what he sees and scans Terror's remains too.

Oh-oh, that's interesting. Brother, you injected a very special Furby venom into Terror-Adon. After they split Terror barely managed to stop it in his own body - but naturally it's still in Adon! I really don't know what will happen now! Do you have an idea?
...
What does this mean, "NO"???

Milkshake finally composes himself. Instead of the cringing, distraught person he was before, his eyes are flinty, his face like stone, and he has seemed to banish all emotion. His years of military training are apparent in his current bearing.

Lt. Commander Tacoman. I am Commander Steven Q. Milkshake, acting Captain of the USS Spidermobile, DOS-4247. We have just concluded a battle against one of our most fearsome enemies, a Sith Lord named Darth Terror, and have destroyed him. We have lost Jackson Dupree Tacoman, our Captain, and Adon the Wanderer, our Second Officer, in the struggle. Apparently you are now in a different universe from your own, and I hesitate to explain how you came here.

For now, however, I request your assistance in stabilizing our situation. We need to get several members of our crew here to sickbay as a first priority.

Sickbay is pitch black. It has no power at all. The main doors open and Rikard, wearing his EVA suit, steps through with a handheld flashlight. After several minutes of searching, he finds what he's searching for. He activates the mobile hologram emitter.

EMH: Please state the nature of the medical The holodoc notices the fact that there's no power around him. emergency. What happened?

Rikard: I need you to get to the emergency bridge as soon now.
EMH: Mr. Rikard-
Rikard: NOW!
EMH: What happened?
Rikard looks away. We had a battle. It didn't end well. Now head down to the emergency bridge.
The EMH scans Rikard.
EMH: Very well, but I'll need to treat you first. You have four cracked ribs-
Rikard: Doctor! There are people down there that need more ****ing help than I do. Now get your G*d**n a** down there! That's an order!!
EMH: Mr. Rikard! Now I don't know what happened but you seem a little agitated-
Rikard: The Captain is dead!
EMH: What?
Rikard: He's dead. Adon too. And most of the crew is down there with injuries, some possibly life threatening. When I left, Butrfli wasn't in the best of conditions to treat, plus she didn't have all of the equipment. Now, I hope you understand, my dear doctor, the reason you sense agitation.

The EMH nods.

Very well, I'll go down as soon as I treat you injuries. At least enough that they won't cause any permanent damage. This will only take a moment.

He quickly treats Rikard. He grabs all the medical equipment before leaving Sickbay. He turns back to Rikard.

Could you activate the medical bots?
Rikard: You have medical robots?
EMH: Yes

The Holodoc points at a storage area in the back of sickbay.

EMH: There should be four in there.
Rikard: Okay, I'll activate them then I'll activate Sickbay's backup power generators. Those should last us until we restore power on the ship.
EMH: Good, well, I must be going.

The Holodoc makes his way down to the emergency bridge while Rikard activates the four medical robots. They proceed down to the bridge as well. After they leave Sickbay, Rikard accesses the backup power generators and turns them on. The lights in Sickbay come up.

Well, that's a start.

In Artsy's quarters, Ansh stopped trying to cut open the door when the gravity net went down. Now she and Quito huddle floating in the dark. Communications are down too, but Quito is weeping uncontrollably in Ansh's arms, refusing to be comforted. Her high-pitched keening is a perfect physical match for the monotone abstract pain of her projected thoughts.....

Artsy smiled back at Observer, her warm-golden hair and dress moving gently in the night breeze, and let a moment of content silence hang, just long enough to be felt but not become awkward. Then she reached up and flung her arms around his neck, speaking just loud enough for him to hear. "The best time of my life. Thank you so much."

Suddenly, the glow of a transporter beam appears Rocket Ranger materializes, wearing his Space Pilot armor, then Ojanon materializes.

Rocket Ranger: Good news. I not only have The Wytch Queen coming to assist us, but Ojanon's back from his conference on.... (He notices the carnage that has happened, and looks shocked) What the heck happened here?!

Ojanon: I...sense a...presence. There has been a Sith here recently.

Someone explains everything to RR. He looks grim for a second, then explodes.

WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE CONTACT ME?! I COULD HAVE BEEN HERE WHERE I COULD HAVE DONE SOME GOOD, INSTEAD OF OUT TRYING TO GET SOME ASSISTANCE!!!

He punches a control panel. Hard. It explodes when the blow hits.

Ojanon (nodding his head): If I been here instead of at the conference on Alta Seiros, I might have been able to banish Darth Terror from Adon's mind.....

(PD Insane gets up. He has been kneeling on the floor with his head in his hands)

Commander? Steve... what's gotten into you? You've never been able to do this before... Q... he must have possessed you!

(Turning to the new Tacoman)

As for you, I don't know who you are but you're not our Jackson Tacoman. He is dead, and you seem to be from another universe altogether. Who are you and where do you come from? Wait... I think you've already said all you can on that.

As I mentioned before...
At that moment, Rikard, the Doctor, and several medical bots enter. Tacoman looks shocked when he sees Rikard.
Josh? Is that you? The last I heard, you had been captured and tortured by the O'kaks...
Now, as I was saying, and indeed, said before, my fighter shuttle had been hit by enemy fire and was plunging towards an O'kak battle cruiser when everything went white. The next thing I knew, I was here.
Tacoman looks at the hologram
You're a doctor, huh? I could use some medical attention...
He touches his wrist, and he shimmers as his body armor is revealed. The armor then slides into various compartments, leaving a helmet, chest plating, and couple gloves. When he removes those items, the crew sees what their new comrade looks like. He has long, brown hair tied into a ponytail, battle-hardened eyes, and an artistically broken nose. His neat goatee is also brown, and he has a long scar across his left cheek. On his left arm, he has a tattoo of the Earth, with the logo "Earth Forever," and on the right, he has the LICC logo and the phrase "Proud to be LICC." He is quite muscular, and about the same height of the late Captain Tacoman. On his right hand, there is a fresh burn mark, as if a small console had exploded near him.
Now, what else do you want to know about where I came from?

Am I there?

(Just then, a new beam of light appears in a corner of the Emergency Bridge. The traumatized crew only watch as two beings appear, but then the light fades. Observer and Artsy have returned, smiling, but their smiles do not last long as they take in the view of the Emergency Bridge.)

What's happened??

Terror came back. Trashed the ship. Killed the Captain, Adon took care of him, but their lifeforces were linked, and so Adon died as well.

We're...we're going to need an Engineering team in here, if there are any left.

Commander Milkshake.

Milkshake looks around

That's Colanator!

Commander...I managed to survive the EPS ruptures, although my entire team was lost...I uploaded my neural net into the computer core at the last moment. I can control the ship from here.

Colanator! Can you fix the ship?

To a limited extent. I can restore main power and communications.

Good enough. But what about propulsion?

Both impulse drives and the warp core are out. The Interdimensional Drive is powered by our warp core, so it is nonfunctional. However, we still have the Bad News Drive, which should provide enough propulsion to reach the Kesprit Repair Yards.

Milkshake looks extremely somber.

I think we have enough bad news right here. Do it.

Yes, Commander.