As the light slowly dissipates, a shining figure stands before the party.
Poor ignorant fools. If you knew what I know now, you would of already surre-
A wheezing sound interrupts the Glow Cop. Naturally looking back, two massibe offset eyes bobble like googly eyes.
...
Glow Cop fired a Enforce Revolver Type L at the Junk Golem, causing a small hole. However, much to the cop's horror, the only reason why there was a hole was because the scraps moved out of the way on their own.
I! My database doesn't show them bei-
The Junk Golem slams the Glow Cop's head in, causing static to shoot out of the machine. As the golem raises his arm for a second strike, a streak of gold rises up his arm before enveloping its entire body. The golem stops for a second before turning around and slowly walks into an abyss dark enough to mask even the golem's newfound radiance.

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Wha...?
(Doesn't this guy know not to listen to other people's conservations?)*sigh*
There's a human, 16 I think, that's apart of the UKR. Now from what I know of you you probably know this, but if the UKR finds this place, they'll bomb this place to kingdom come.

The police bot gives a confused look before the room erupts in a ball of blinding light.

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As Mighty arrives at the scene, a pelican flies away from the scene only to be shot down by a marksmen. It seems that the base is under high alert. Unfortunately for Mighty, he seems to have spawned right in front of a patrol of guards.
Best you lay your weapo-
Hold on, he's cool.
Oh...carry on then.
As the others leave, Mackra gives Mighty a confused look before speaking.
Sorry about that. We've uh...had some problems lately with in-
A loud beep emits from Mackra's head.
One sec. Hello?
...
Are you sure this is the best thing to do? I just got told the girl admitted to being apart of the UKR.
...K then. I'll let the others know.
*BEEP*
So uh...what can I get for you?

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As Quin and Jack jumps down below, they land on a pile of ash, scattering it everywhere.
Do you have a flashlight?
*Projecting Headlamp*
Jack's eye starts to flicker before a bright beam emits from him. It shines directly on a defeated Devil, scaring Quin.
Woah!
Whew. At least he's uh...
Quin pokes it to be sure.
Yup!
...
Is that painful for you?
...
Are you okay?
...Yes. Let's move forwards.
As Quin and Jack continue further downwards, a spider crawls out of an eye socket of the Devilized Shaker.

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The sound of teeth chattering can faintly be heard nearby.

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A western meteor slowly approaches Mars, accompied by some flying hats.

Glass stops for a second upon Gemini's comment before realizing that Narcian has left. Not saying a word, he continues onwards, having his thoughts serve to give sound to the silence.

...
I...uh...
I wasn't in this situation per say...it's more like...I was the cause of it.
A few mercs, never met them before that point, took a bounty along with me to hunt down this noble's son. Well to put it simply, with their cavalry, frontal assaults would of been suicidal, so we...uh...just kept on firing arrows at em. Through trees, bushes, pits, they ended up cutting down every single shrubbery they could, but the arrows kept on coming. Me, I couldn't shoot for the life of me, but I ended up helping out with the clean up crew.
The whole time I wondered why that brat prince didn't just fly away on that pegasus and just leave them behind. He must of known we were after him. I...uh...found out he had a girl with him. Got hit by an arrow you see upon our first strike. She was the entire reason why he left his father and why he had said bounty placed on him. I imagine he must of cared deeply for her, never left her side even when we closed in on him.
Glass shakes his head solemnly.
Poor lovestruck fool.

Linhardt, how many times have we been attacked by those darksides on this journey alone?
Not waiting for an answer, Glass starts to rant.
At least 3 times right? And it was only the third time that we've suffered a death. I think...I think they're trying to wear us down. Who knows if they won't do it a fourth, fifth, or sixth time? If we don't want to keep losing people, then we need to hurry. It's not like Thea's leg won't heal properly if we don't wait. That wyvern can carry her if it really, really comes down to it.

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Looking down, Quin sees how far he would have fallen, somewhat haunted by the fact there appeared to be no bottom.
Bleh.
How do we get out of here?
Calculating...
Hmm...
Quin, already bored, grabs some debris and starts to throw it to one hand, then the other.
My records show you have the ability to teleport through mirrors. Am I correct?
How did you know that?
Stored memory. Unknown origin.
Well...
Quin looks around and spots a large enough hole for the two to slip through.
There must be at least one undamaged mirror around here. Let's get going!
With a smile, Quin walks towards the other side of the tower, opposite of the hole.
The point of exit is this way. Have you found another way?
What about Blade?
Does not register in my list of VIPs.
Your what?
Regardless, an entry can been made. Show me entity:blade.
It takes a minute, but sure enough Jack spots the defeated bladesmatter.
Registering...complete.
Okay, so now all we need to do is to find a mirror and we'll be set.
I'll carry the body.
He's not dead!
Noted.
As Blade is slumped over Jack's body, Quin grabs Stellar, still in ruined condition, and heads off the hole, though not before taking one last look at Blade.

Maritin: Hey commander! Just a heads up we got a security concern over at our main base, so I'll have to send the majority of my forces, myself included over there. Should I leave a handful of units over at the fort to guard it in case that goop or anyone tries to take it over?

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Three soldiers sit down before a metal desk. Facing them is a fairly disgruntled officer with as much patience as the distance between them.
Let's cut the gentlemen.
One of you three painted this lovely image here.
The officer puts a photo of some graffiti onto the table. It seems that it's some anti-UKR statement.
Although there were no cameras pointing to this exact spot, only you three were shown to enter this part of the facility.
...
Whoever has the skill to paint such a bold and well-designed statement best confess now unless you're looking to clean it up with only a rustbrush.
As expected, silence followed suit. The one in the middle shifts nervously. Just as the officer is about to question him, one of the soldiers speaks up.
While I didn't do it, I'll gladly give me rations to them.
...And uh...why is that Private Kennedy?
Because they beat me to it.
The leftmost soldier tries his hardest to not crack a smile while the middle looks with shock. The officer looks at him steely eyed to hide his amusement.
You're bold, I'll give you that.
Perhaps those wisecracks would be befit of the UKR, but not here.
The man in the middle gives the officer a strange look.
Congrats Kennedy, now you'll all be cleaning it with rustbrushes. Your rustbrushes. Dismissed.
The smile of Kennedy quickly dissipates. The other soldiers give him a look before all three of them leave while the officer looks back to the photo.
Poor saps. They were at the wrong place at the wrong time.
The officer puts the picture into a folder before throwing it into a furnace along with another photo of a forth soldier entering the alleyway.

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Mighty gets another phone call.

As Glass wipes a slight bit of blood from his nose, he looks to Thea, Kempf, and the others.
...
Shaking his head before silently cursing, he turns to leave with the others.

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...
Whispers and static fly through various wires in a facility, each heading to the same place.
There, a single capsule stands unopened, waiting to unleash its contents for the world to see in horror...
Flip the switch.
As the operative does so, the lights go out, hiding the smoke coming out of the capsule.
...
!
There...how do you feel?
The machine takes a step out of the capsule, eyes beaming with ferocity. Looking around, he realizes that the other capsules are empty. Staring back into the dark, his eyes lock with one giving him a blank stare.
Indeed. This is your last life. No more models...suitable of your IC chip exist.
This also means that you have one more chance to be free from this plague...as were your orders.
...
So...what will you do? Take the path of rebellion or conformity?
...
Both are worth taking and I will follow you to the best of my ability. I owe you that much.
...
...I understand.
...
What path is there else to take? After all...
Only cowards are deserving of the power I seek.

As the portal closes, its just barely enough to fit Kempf through out of the darkside dimension. Though the portal closes before Snow can see through, DS Blaze is currently a popsicle crashing towards into Bloodmoon's castle. The ice shatters, leaving a shivering robot distraught with losing his captain and with a hole in his chest from the gemini laser.
The defeated Fake Man likewise stares back at Linhardt and Knight Man.

The impact of the first slice is enough to cleave straight through his torso. Still frozen by Soleil, each slice rips through metal and shadow without hardly any effort. Even as whole chunks start to fall, they too are cut apart.
Was...it...worth...it? Not...running...?
A jester's voice telepathically tells RDS a joke about Thea.
HAHAHAhahahah...ahaha...
What remains of RDS's head seemly shuts down, putting an end to the madbot's terror...

They...they just...
Grabbing Kempf, DS Blaze falls through the portal, still leaving it wide open.

Suddenly a face appears behind the Mega Man Killers.
:() Dude is that the good stuff?

Suddenly a wall of text appears in front of Turbo Man.
:) So you might be wondering what I'm doing here...and I wouldn't have an answer for you either. But one thing is for sure...I'm a wall of text.
;) As such, things can't be so bad...
:| Right?

Whoop whoop!
At last, I am alive!
Oh? You wonder who I am? Well...worry not, for it is I!?!
...
*drum roll*
:) Text Man!
*clashed cymbal*

Hmm...so in order to get them back, we'll have to transfer two people with different typings, correct?
...That would work...however it seems the typings are decided by a reaper, meaning that even if Air and Unbeatable Air could of taken their place, it would require a reaper to type in their elements for that page as Wind and another typing for it even to work.
...Well I suppose that's out of the question. Even though GammaGho- er, Guar- er, Wraith... even if they read this, honestly, I doubt he'll do anything.
...
Clover...you'll have to keep looking through the forum for some sort of loophole. Root and I have a mission to take.
Sounds like you're coming along.
...But of course. Well...along with them.
Finally. (Some recognition.)
Oh yeah...them...
Oh yeah...you.
In any case, is the part where we find and take down Null or not?
Hold up, you know about Null?
Eh, it's close enough.
?
Well you see...
We're gonna bag ourselves a dark soul.
All three of them give each other confused looks.

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The blast collides with his buster cannon, causing the whole thing to explode, chipping metal and paint off of the darksider. Various metals and liquids not from RDS can be seen scattered across the ground.
...(All out of MP...)
RDS slowly gets up and blinks, seemly cured of his blindness.
...(Down a buster cannon...)
...(And best yet, I'm out of most my items...)
...(Most...Still...gotta play my cards right. I ain't leaving without a prize after all...)
Well that was something. A bunch of peasents with a collective IQ of a sub-brick managed to wound the mighty Fake Man R.

Meanwhile...

You realize I'm just gonna-
Blaze DS starts to recreate the fire circle right on top of Gemini but stops on sight of RDS.
Shoot.

Now would be a good time to retreat right?
But...even a broken spear can still puncture a target.
Using his AP, he passes everyone...and stabs Thea's femur, causing a dark purple orb to fall out of her torn pocket.
And there's the reason I came here in the first place.
With one last AP, he taps the orb, sending it back to the darkside dimension.

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Nuru is nowhere to be seen, likely due to still be frozen in the tundra. For that matter, there doesn't seem to be anyone else here save for the mystery gal and King II.

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Anything yet?
Actually, I think I found what's limiting our ability to transfer these two.

Of course.
Pipeline sighs before shaking his head and placing a hand his face.
Surely this is life mocking me, mocking us. First the council's secret project gets loose and we're putting all our focus on it without even acting like it's not a privacy breach, then said council and the system itself gets hit with a virus completely out of the blue. Then, when I get a squad together, I've already lost two members and that was to a moderator of all people reviving a thread only for it to die a few posts later. We only got them out the first time because the time limit expired and we can't afford another wait time of 4 months.
Hey don't give up hope! We'll find a way to-
I never said that. It's just, to put it simply, that life hates us. Everyone here that knows us hates us because of Root being a . Hell, even the Great Deity hates us.
How can you say that?
Oh I don't know. ***How about how updates have slowed down to a crawl lately? How come we haven't even seen his account even log in since February? How come the system's been cracked and hacked and yet hardly any action has been taken on it?
It was only a money cheat, right?
It doesn't matter, just face it: we've been abandoned.
...
But you know what? That's fine, I've accepted that.
Then why even bring it up?
Pipeline turns back, trying the best to hide his surprise.
And where the h- have you been?
Out.
Yeah, no duh... And why would you care about what I said anyways? You abandoned us also after all and trust me, I wouldn't of been surprised if you did it twice.
And yet I'm here now.
Indeed. Hmph, now.
...
...
Guys, Spade and Diamond are stuck and unless you're planning on making your staring contest last for all eternity, I really, really, need your help.
Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, Pipeline looks back to the monitor, dead silent while Root simply cross his arms.

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As a heads up, this is not a jab at Adrain or anyone. I myself don't feel this way and I don't really see anyone feeling this way either. I'm simply attempting to look at this from a in-universe POV. With that said, if this does feel like a jab towards you then I sincerely apologize for that. Keep up the good work or enjoy the break you need.

Blaze, the original one, does a 180 as he realizes Skapokon has disappeared.
...Crud.
You got that right.
!

*BASH*

...
Bring him in. First that girl, then the Killjoys, and now some...
Whatever kinda of robot this is.
Understood.
Dragging Blaze by his detached legs and arms, the squad heads to a building in the distance, unaware of a steely eye gaze. Funnily enough, said owner of the previously mentioned gaze is also being watched.

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I'm telling you I'm with the UKR!
And I'm telling you that's why you're being locked up.
What? That doesn't make any sense!
Sure it does. If you were to look around and spot the obvious, you wo-
Are you calling me stupid?
...Of course not. What I am saying and been saying is that we're a faction separate from the UKR.
...You're...a splinter group...
Yup. Is it really so hard to understand?
But you're in the same exact gear their wearing.
So?
So, shouldn't you be bearing some crazy new icon or uniform showing your newfound idea?
Our ideas are the same, even if the circumstances aren't.
...Where's Jade?
I've already told you I we don't have that name in the records.
He's the same guy from yesterday? How was I supposed to know?
That doesn't make any sense! My tracking beacon shows that she's here! It's the only reason why I even found this place!
Then consider your beacon broken. Good day miss.
NO! Come back here! NOOOOOO!

Throwing her drink at the bars, she slumps down on her bench, not even flinching as a shard flies near her feet.
A splinter group. My beloved Jade's been captured by a splinter group.
How could it be possible that they found her in that junkyard? Hardly anyone comes in there!
A thought slowly chokes her throat and she struggles to get the words out.
What if...what if they scrapped her?
...
LET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU HERE ME! THIS ISN'T FAIR! I...I...
I...didn't even say goodbye.