Fall of the Order [DC-Only]

[The Earth Space]

"Wait wait wait, betrothal?!" Kyle asked, shocked

"My father wanted me to marry an insolent, selfish man…" Alcina growled to herself

[Everhall]

"You make him seem worse than he really is Alcina. You just avoided him..." Oscar chuckled glancing down at Artemis before looking back at Alcina,

"Although I admit... his mother's reaction was.... unfounded...."

[The Earth Space]

"THAT BITCH TRIED TO KIDNAP ME!" She roared, Artemis beginning to cry.

"Aw come on kid, let's give them some time…" one of the nurses said, walking to the nursery with Artemis

"So, wait, what Oscar?"

[Everhall]

"Trust me, I have experience with.... crazy mothers...." Oscar replied remembering his past,

"But that isn't important... I betrothed you to Aston.... so I could claim the city of Jaxport through you...."

[Hespero-Belkia]

Autobot City

"On what grounds am I being arrested?" Steadfast asked as she was cuffed.

*********

The shield was sharper than it looked, it had left a clean, seamless cut through both of his legs from the knee down. It was also evident, at that point, that the legs Star had been using weren't his, since some of the forest green paint had come off to reveal a faded red paint job.

"Assault an' attempted murder," Ironhide explained. "Don't worry. You'll get yer chance to explain yerself."

Optimus Prime then drove up to them and transformed to robot mode.

"I see you caught her. Good work, Ironhide," he said.

****

"His legs are severely damaged," Ratchet sighed. "I'll need to take him back to the medical bay for extensive repairs."

Appolis:

Vector Prime and his companions walked up to the gate of Dermis's palace.

"Is Lord Dermis busy at the moment?" Vector asked the guard. "I'd like to speak with him."

Argindus:

Back in Argindus, the Belkian fleet had arrived in port and was unloading at the docks. Gen. Witwicky had set up another new headquarters, this time in one of the customs houses near the docks.

He looked out the window at the ships unloading troops, tanks, and vehicles when his son entered the office.

"Report?" the elder Witwicky requested.

"For the most part, the mission was successful," Spike explained. "We rescued the Princess and the former King, Bowen killed Baron, and we suffered no casualties. However... King Ascalon is MIA."

"The situation's been sorted out. Princess Alcina will be taking over as Queen until Ascalon is found," Gen. Witwicky replied. "Meanwhile, we've got bigger problems. Even though the main rebel force in Jaxport was destroyed, their act of rising up against Argindus has caused almost all of the provinces to secede."

"So?" Spike asked.

"It means we're gonna be sticking around until this situation is sorted out. Those are our new orders from Acheron."

[NeuPolska]

Polish Forward Fleet

"Anything with a black cross on it," Ratowski replied, "hang on a moment, if you will, I'm going to attempt to contact air control, see if we can get any information on where everyone is," he briefly switched his communications to a different channel before switching back, "Three enemy squadrons total, one near the flagship, one approaching the air carrier, and another flying over the leading battleships, currently fighting the rest of the fleet's fighters. Keep an eye out for any Polish markings, we have some of their captured fighters in our possession," he explained quickly, the flagship coming up quickly.

He suddenly jerked his controls upward, leveling off at just slightly above the ship's bridge, his squadron on his flanks, with Crossbones and his jets left up in the sky to watch over them. The Teutonic jets took notice, five of them total, which now turned around, prepared to fight Ratowski's pilots. The Poles had them outnumbered, but not outgunned. "Hold tight!" Ratowski ordered, flying head-on towards the Teutons. They grew closer and closer, once they were a mere hundred meters away Ratowski barked into his communications, "Loose formation! Engage!" The Poles jets made hard turns towards their respective sides, prompting the Germans to open fire, missiles flying through the air along with chain gun rounds. Ratowski himself breathed heavily, feeling his fingers tingle as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He could almost see the Teutonic pilot ahead of him; a captain.

He jerked his steering to the side, the Teuton flying over him and attempting to get behind him. Ratowski slowed and went into a risky nosedive, leveling off just above the sea, the force of his engines throwing the water aside. The Teuton maneuvered through the air battle, a Polish pilot managing to keep him distracted long enough for Ratowski to regain a sense for his surroundings. "Crossbones, we have them distracted, now is the time!"

*******

The Teutonic pilot released his flares and increased power to his engines, only to realize he was low on fuel. As the fuel indicator flashed, he failed to see one of the missiles pass by the flares and follow him. Just as the missile warning blared, he released another set of flares, swearing. The flares erupted around his jet, but it was too late. The missile exploded on one of the flares near the plane, not hitting it directly and sending out of spiraling out of control. A thick black smoke blew from his engines, the missile had managed to damage the jet fairly severely. With his fuel dangerously low and smoke marking his location, the pilot swore again, using his last reserves to attempt to hide under cloud cover, trying desperately to return to his aircraft carrier.

*******

"Get down!" the shouts of a crewman aboard the carrier rang through the air, managing to reach Ginrai's ears just as several Teutonic Uberalder soared menacingly towards the deck. The anti-air guns blasted away, not even slowing the attack. Suddenly, another Uberalder, though somewhat differently designed than the others, shot towards the front of the attack squadron, cutting off its leader, forcing him to swing off to the right to avoid running into him. The rest of the attack squadron, somewhat small in number, became scattered, just as flak went off beside two of them, ripping one's wing off and sending it spiraling into the ocean. A sudden roar came from behind the confused Teutonic jets, which were now cornered by what they then realized was a Polish reverse-engineered Uberalder and two MiGs coming up behind them. Two of the Teutonic jets were shot down instantly, bursting into flames as they tried to escape. The leader and one of the jets activated their afterburners and darted over the deck, passing right over Ginrai just one of the MiGs gave chase, barely dodging a missile fired backwards from one of the Teutonic jets.

The Pole fired a missile straight up one of the German's engines, blowing the entire aircraft to bits before it could even begin to speed away. They had caught the planes just as they had slowed to attack the carrier, carrying out the perfect ambush. The final Teutonic jet soared up towards the clouds, beginning to reach supersonic speed, but not before the Polish alder caught up with it, firing its chain gun and harassing the German pilot. The Teuton tried to nosedive and swing to the left, but the Pole managed to soar down towards him and, just as he began to approach the Teutonic plane, fired a missile that was too close to avoid. The Teutonic jet burst into flames, smoke rushing to create a cloud where the plane once flew. The MiGs continued flying, bullet holes in their wings but still functioning. The Teutons were tiring quickly, their supersonic jets incapable of withstanding long engagements without needing more fuel or ammunition.

Near Warszawa

"I never understood how you people could control your weather...it can't be good for the crops," one of the soldiers reflected, "you need different seasons and all, how do you grow anything?"

[NeuPolska]

Brest, Galicia

"I never spoke to him face-to-face, it was either over a secure line or through a representative," the man explained, a tremor in his voice as gunshots rang out from below. Kamil urged him onward, coming onto the fourth floor, where the drywall hadn't been fitted yet and the walls were mere husks.

"He had to be someone with extensive connections. Someone rich. But more importantly someone who could profit from a war," Kamil spoke, more to himself than to the Galician man, "listen, you're in the mercenary business. You must know the types of people that are out there. Is there any sort of lead you can-"

Kamil was cut off as the building shook, and an explosive went off somewhere beneath them. The building was beginning to collapse, and for all he knew he could be the only one of his group left alive. "Go!" He ordered the Galician, running towards a workers' access window, but the floor gave out underneath as they ran. The two men landed hard, the rubble landing around them. Some of the support beams were giving out, an entire side of the building was falling apart. He grabbed the man's arm and helped him up. Kamil glanced ahead, noticing the darkly-clothed men coming through the smoke, guns trained on him. He pulled the Galician the other way, firing his gun towards the men, dropping one to the ground. The other fired, grazing his arm but not wounding him any further. Kamil managed to get himself and the man around a corner, through another hallway. Farther down, one of the floor sections had given in, and there was a drop down to the next story, where that floor had created a sort of ramp down to the first floor.

"We have to jump, I'll get you out of this," Kamil promised, the Galician man looking at him fearfully, with their enemies in close pursuit. The floor trembled again, and several men came around the corner, firing towards the two. Kamil jumped, managing to land on the ramp-like section and slide down into rubble. He quickly recovered, watching as the Galician took his turn. He leapt, but not before a bullet cut through his ribcage and sent him tumbling down into the rubble. Kamil raised his gun and fired on the men as they appeared, hitting one through the skull and tipping his body down the drop, though his body fell into some other crevice of the building. Bullets rained down on him; he fired back. He fired the last rounds in his magazine just as he dragged the Galician from the wreckage, laying him out on the floor.

"Come on, come on, talk to me," Kamil smacked his face, watching as the man coughed, and blood came from his lips, "give me a lead, give me something, please."

The Galician coughed again before speaking, "You n-need to know...the Duke i-isn't behind t-t-this...you're not fighting who you t-think you are...if war erupts...it's e-exactly what they want." Kamil looked into his eyes, nodding and watching as the man began to slip away. Only now did he see the scars and marks on the man's face, the story of his life in his skin, told through pain and suffering. "L-listen...y-you k-k-know my a-address...p-p-p-please...save my f-family..."

"I will, do you understand? I'll go find them, I'll make sure they're safe," Kamil assured him, his eyes growing teary, watching as a slight smile formed on the man's face, and he coughed up more blood, this time to the point that it oozed from his mouth, and onto the floor. He laid back, blood now seeping from his nostrils. The building shook again, this time more violently. He could hear people yelling from above, and desperate footsteps of those trying to escape. Kamil was thrown back into reality, and he stood and ran, finding a sealed-up window, right on his floor. He threw his body against it, crashing through and landing on the grass outside, just as the last supports gave way and the building collapsed.

[NeuPolska]

OPK Kazimierz

"Welcome aboard, panie Maliborski," King Dominik stuck out a hand, which the Grand Marshal promptly shook. Gustaw Antoniewicz stepped aboard the Kazimierz as well, making his way over to the two. "Gustaw, glad to see you as well, I had something I wanted to talk to you about," he shook the hand of the lieutenant, looking at both generals. "I understand you wanted to speak with me personally," the King turned his attention to the Grand Marshal.

"Tak jest, my King. Would we be able to go inside?" He replied promptly.

"Of course, I welcome you two inside," Dominik led them to a staircase, and then to an open steel door, which led to a luxury dining area, specially made for officers and the like. It was empty before the three men walked inside. "Dorota!" He called, prompting a blonde woman dressed in a black skirt and a white top to come out of an entryway to the kitchen.

"Tak jest?" she asked, looking up and smiling at the generals and King.

"Could you please bring out something to drink for our guests?" Dominik asked.

"Of course, and for you too, mój Król?"

"Yes, though I think we could just share a Sobieski, nie?" He turned towards the other two, who nodded in response.

"Okej, I'll be back out in a few moments," she told them with a smile before turning and heading towards a mini bar, where she found a cooler and searched for a bottle of the vodka.

"So what is it?" Dominik asked after everyone had sat down at a table, "I figure it has to be important if you had to come aboard, especially both of you."

"I was bored out of my mind on that ship," Gustaw spoke up, "I figured you'd have some good alcohol aboard, they won't let me get into their stock back there," the men chuckled a bit as Dorota returned with a bottle of Sobieski and three shot glasses, laying the the glasses out in front of each man and setting the open bottle in the middle.

"Proszę bardzo," she gave a slight bow.

"Dziękuję," Dominik replied, "I think that'll be all, tell the chef he doesn't have to worry about anything." She nodded and left, heading towards the kitchen.

"Ja pierdole," Gustaw muttered, his gaze fixated on Dorota as she left, "we don't have girls like that aboard our ship, why do you get everything?"

"Because I'm the King of the country you fight for," Dominik replied, pouring himself a shot, and then pouring everyone else one as they chuckled, "na zdrowie," they clanked their glasses together before drinking. Once they set their glasses down and Gustaw picked up the bottle to pour the next round the Marshal turned towards the King.

"I wanted to talk to you about the fact that we have no idea where we're going, or what to expect," Maliborski explained before taking another shot.

"We'll stop by and ask the locals," Dominik told him.

"Ask the locals? We're not hitchhiking through the countryside asking for directions...we'll be getting shot at from the moment we arrive," Maliborski said.

"The forward fleet will help keep us covered, and from there I'll personally take a small expedition into town by boat in the middle of the night. We'll scope everything out and return with new information."

"You'll never make it," Maliborski shook his head, "They'd blast you before you'd have a chance."

"You act like we're swimming right into the middle of the place," Dominik downed a shot before continuing, "Once we spot civilization from a distance, we'll decide what the risk is and then we'll make our way over, probably land half a kilometer away from our destination. It's worth the risk if we learn more about what we're getting ourselves into, and who knows, we might find an ally among these people. There are still natives living here from the Viking Era, I'm sure they don't exactly love the idea of being ruled over by totalitarian German Christians."

The Marshal sat back and sighed, "I suppose it's our best option. But why you? Why not an officer, or someone less important to the future of Polska?"

"Because if I'm correct on what these natives are, then I believe they'd have much more respect for a ruler that chooses to meet with them in person than through a representative."

"Ah," The Marshal took a shot and looked back at the King, "then I wish you luck. And afterward?"

"Afterward we send our troops ashore and we send these Teutons back to Hell," the King raised up his hand as he spoke, his index finger not quite pointing but extended past his other curled fingers.

Gustaw nodded, his eyes still as hard and unforgiving as they always were, and glanced at the two men, "I can accept that."

"So then that leaves one more thing," Dominik sat back in his chair, slightly buzzed, "Gustaw, I want you to know you'll be serving under my field army, along with Major Krupka. We're a bit under-manned in terms of leadership, but we can manage. Just know that that puts you in a position that men of your rank very rarely hold."

"Then I am honored, my King," the Lieutenant nodded.

"And I imagine you two don't want to leave anytime soon...so I invite you to stay aboard for as long as you'd like," the King told them, drinking another round of shots.

[The Earth Space]

Jack pondered what to say, but rather than say they were grown in some lab. "Well we still have the seasons. It's on a timer with the rest of the world basically, summer in, say Polska, is summer in the ES." Jack said.

Argindus

"Yes I'm well aware of what you tried to do to me father. I hated that man so much…"

"Well I could always go visit him…" Kyle said

"No. As queen now it's my duty to show up… but I could use a bodyguard…" she smirked

"*sigh* The man in charge of the most advanced country… reduced to a bodyguard…" Kyle chuckled. "I'll do it."

Autobot City

"Terribly sorry but I can h-he-e-elp!" Hyperdrive said as his voice kept cutting out

[Everhall]

"I would read that letter first before you barge into his.... province... and try to get sleep and rest, you just gave birth." Oscar suggested

[The Earth Space]

"Ugh fiinnnn-" Alcina didn't finish as she had passed out.

"Well damn... even I can't get her to pass out that quickly.... well I can, I just don't talk about it." He chuckled as he took the letter and opened it.

[Everhall]

Argindus

The Letter read out:

Dearest Queen Alcina Rimus,

I am dreadfully sorry for the lost of your older brother, and the fraction of the Great Nation of Argin.... I would like to invite you to a diner, along with your husband Kyle, to possible talk about Master's Point re-entering the Confederation. I await your reply.

Forever Yours,

Lord Aston Masters

Dermis' Palace

"Just head right in," the guard replied

[The Earth Space]

"God why does no one here have email..." Kyle growled as he made a piece of paper and began typing on it

Dear Lord Aston Masters,

We will be attending but just be aware that I have not forgiven you and your mother's treatment of me in the past. While I should move on, I cannot. Especially after your constant pestering.

See you in a few hours,

Queen Alcina Rimus-Bowen

[Everhall]

As Kyle finished righting the letter, Vizyar walked into the room again,

"Ummm....my... King?.... ummm From the info I've gathered, this is what I can say the political situation in Everhall is this," Vizyar explained laying out a map of Everhall,

"This should show around the boundaries of all of fractured states."

[The Earth Space]

"I'm not your king." Kyle said, handing him the letter. "First off get it to him second off don't call me king call me Head Minister, call me king and I'll vaporize your vocal cords ok? Ok thank you Vizyar." Kyle said, looking at the map and taking a deep breath. "More fucked up shit delightful."

He moved his finger along the map and scanned the different states. "Easy, we kill all of their leaders and move our own in simple as that."

"Kyle..... violence..... never....... answer......" Alcina whispered in her sleep as she rustled around, Kyle sighing and pushing the map off the table.

"Fucking delightful." He sighed as he walked back and forth, trying to think

[Everhall]

"Understood, Head Ministers..." Vizyar nodded as he walked to the door with the letter, "Also before I send this, please promise not to ruin the city while Alcina's out?" he added as he walked out,

"Looks like you can use some help." a voice said suddenly from behind a curtain as a man stepped out from them, "Axtras, at your service."

[The Earth Space]

"You remind me of an ex-General of mine." Kyle said. "Also tell Vizyar if I see him and I'm not calmed down I'll kill him myself now." Kyle said as he walked to Axtras and scanned him. "Fit as a fiddle, let's get to work. We neeeedddd to get some DNA."

"Hmm?" Alcina asked as she began to wake up.

"Acon, it's deserted it's empty, we need Aconese DNA and the only surviving one WAS Baron but...." Kyle said, looking at his bandage. He ran over and scanned the different cells. "One of these things, are not like, the OTHER HAHA!" Kyle said as he found Baron's blood mixed with his own. He isolated it and took it into his databanks. "If I impliment it into a shell and put the shells in Acon they're populate." Kyle chuckled

"Mmm good job dearest." She groaned as she rolled over

[Everhall]

Oscar abruptly stood up and pointed at Axtras,

"I knew I knew you from somewhere! You're one of Baron's righthand men!"

[The Earth Space]

"OI!" Kyle roared, putting himself between the two. "Baron is dead, his regime is dead, everything he stood for is dead, LET HIM BE DEAD OSCAR, AND LET, ME DEAL WITH THIS!" Kyle roared, it was obvious his Doctor side was taking over. "Now then you're an ex-Baron person that's delightful be glad I don't kill you now so, what should we do?"

[Everhall]

Axtras straighted his glasses, "You see, I know what Aston is playing at. He's trying to win Alcina over. Well we can turn that into an advantage... Aston will try to seem like a trusting personality by having guard count at a minimum. I know him from when... Baro- nevermind, but he will be vulnerable... enough some of your own 'guards' can kidnap him. Essentially winning back King's Point." Axtras explained grining.

[The Earth Space]

Kyle grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into a wall. "I don't need to kidnap him when I could just talk to the man and FIGURE IT OUT!" Kyle roared as he threw him to the ground. "Now then Alcina, when you're ready we'll get you cleaned up. Gonna run home, grab my bow tie, by the way have I told you how cool bow ties are? They're really cool but still, I'll bring you a change of clothes, Oscar make sure Artemis is tended to, Axtras.... don't, touch anything..." Kyle ordered as he tapped his wrist and in a flash, he was teleported home

"Mmm safe travels dear..."

[Everhall]

"It's a trap you know..." Axtras explained getting off the floor, "He isn't going to let you leave that palace."

[The Earth Space]

"Oh Axtras... he's a madman with a blue box, giant robots and an Iron Man armor. If anything, it's a trap for my old flame." Alcina chuckled as she sat up and found the breakfast next to her, her expression growing happier as she ate.

The Mansion

Kyle landed and walked into his room and into his closet. Suits upon suits were hung up in there as he reached inside, trying to find the perfect one. "No, no, no, tacky, too blue, not enough red, no spark, what is this?" Kyle said, pulling out a very tacky looking suit. "Oh god is this what 6 wore?" Kyle groaned as he kept pulling things out. He reached in and pulled out a very nice, plum suit that matched his tie. "Oh yes... this'll do." He grinned as he ran behind a curtain, and in seconds came out wearing the suit. "Bit tight, can tailor that later but first, let's find something for Alcina." Kyle said as he began to raid her closet. He reached in and pulled out a light blue dress. "Hm... shows off the ass and bust, nice form, curves can work with her yup! This is the one!" Kyle said, grabbing it and draping it over his arm. He walked out to the garage where the TARDIS was parked, holding his Sonic to the door and hearing a comedic "BEEP BOOP" sound as the locks disengaged. He walked inside and threw the dress on one of the arches nearby before walking to the console and typing in the coordinates for the hospital.

Alcina

As Alcina finished her breakfast she heard the TARDIS landing outside. She smiled and stood up, wobbling a little but regaining her balance. "Alright... let's see what you've got for me darling." She chuckled as she put on the clothes she arrived in and walked downstairs and outside. Kyle was standing in the doorway, spinning his tie in his hand as Alcina walked up. She leaned on the other side and smiled. "You really should learn to tie your own ties." She said, pulling him close and putting on his bow tie

"But then what would I do with you?" He chuckled, Alcina smirking and kissing him as she finished.

"Come on, we have a date." She smiled as the two walked inside the blue box, and closed the doors

[Everhall]

Master's (King's) Point

The sun slowly rose over the valley city, it's first outstretched arms of light reflecting of it's clift side castle, where the Masters resided,

Four guards stood posted at it's enterance as day began.

[The Earth Space]

In front of the castle the big blue box began to materialize in front of the guards.