TZS chapter 8

Chapter 8: Aftermath…

Authors Comment: Diamond is worth almost nothing in this story as most deep space meteors are highly compressed and made of carbon. (most of the deep space meteors are diamond in other words). Also, ‘Phyranean’, is short for Phyranean clover fungus, which is an illegal drug grown on Sylvain II and III.
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I awoke on the cold stone ground. My mind was reeling from the events of the previous night as I struggled to stand up through all of the lightheadedness that overtook me. I managed to crawl up into a kneeling position before toppling over, face first, onto something soft and scaly. He awoke with a start and jumped up, immediately alert, before Mainad said, “GAH! Who just fell on my tail!?”

“That would be me.” I groaned out, holding out my hand, “Mind giving me a hand up?”

He helped me up, and a light shone in the corner, illuminating the room. Olevov was the source, and he began to look around. I did the same, and noticed that we were…

“Home” I sighed out, grinning, “These are the tempest ruins from where we came.”

The ruins had a roughly hewn circular stone wall, or at least this room did. Most of the outside were finely cut marble or solid diamond. It was a speckled yellow color, built from limestone, and the ceiling was about 20 feet up. In the center there was a pedestal wide enough for three people to stand shoulder to shoulder comfortably. There was a small slice in the center of it, as well as a small keypad inset into the stone of the side. I looked around at who made it through the portal. Everyone had made it, even Glaze and the Espeon. The floor was marble, and therefore looked different than the walls. Ark was sprawled against the far wall unconscious with a huge bruise right on his stomach, and Locria seemed to be in pain, but other than that we were fine.

“Shit…” Ark faintly said, his eyes creaking open, “That was a wild ride…”

Turning back around, I noticed Mainad and Olevov staring at me, and said, “Let’s wake the others…”

We did just that, to everyone but Ark anyway. Most of this was uneventful enough to not recount, but when Locria was dragged, metaphorically kicking and screaming, back into the land of the living, she took one look at Ark and said, “Holy… What happened to him?”

I looked at Ark one more time and he looked back up at me while Locria healed his wounds, a contented smirk on his face, saying in a victorious tone, “We did it… didn’t we?”

“Yeah.” I said with a curt nod and a smirk, “We did.”


Also, when we woke Glaze, she groaned and rolled over on her side, cradling her head, before she sat up, and with a surprised look, said, “Oh my god! I am sooo sorry! How’s your back?”, and when we woke the Espeon, she introduced herself as Silva, then smiled up and said, “You don’t know how much I thank you for the assistance…”


When Mew awoke, she immediately said goodbye and vanished, before reappearing before our eyes. Plats slapped his forehead and sighed when Moses said, “Why didn’t she leave?”

Mew smiled down at him and said, “I’ve only been gone a few seconds… wow.”

Olevov, who was leaning on Locria by the door on the opposite side of the room, annoyed sounding, said, “She got Celebi or Dialga to send her back. She waited a hundred and fifty or so years and came back, pushed you through the portal, waited a few days, and met us here, get it?”

Mew looked directly at me after that and said, “That aside, I think you should come with me.”

“Me?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, okay, I guess…”

“Hey!” Olevov shouted, “Why him?”

“Who wants to know?.” She jokingly said, vanishing.

A few seconds later she thought to me, ‘Whoops, here, you can’t teleport can you?’

I was suspended in a black… well, I suppose you’d have to call it space.

“Whoa! This is strange.” I said to Mew, looking around, “Where are we?”

“Every legendary on the council has the right to a sealed room within the dimension; I just never got around to decorating it. Any thought of mine becomes reality here.” She responded.

“Can you create a floor and some gravity? Please? This is really disconcerting.” I asked and said.

She did as I asked, and I landed lightly on a soft, invisible ground. “That better?”

“Yes, thank you.” I answered, liking the things I was used to having being here. “So, how’ve you been?”

She giggled a little and said, “I’ve been okay… you know, I’ve never said that to someone I hadn’t seen for a hundred and fifty years, let alone a human.”

Yeah. So, is there anything you need from me? Or is this truly just to chat?” I inquired, relaxing a little.

“Well, a little of both.” She admitted, “I know you don’t know what happened, but it’s about a month after you went through the portal backwards now.”

“Oh! So we are in the future a little bit, even for us!” I responded jokingly.

Mew said, “I wish I could be as lighthearted about this as you are. Remember those reports of growing armies? The ones you heard so many times?”

“Yeah,” I said, dreading where this was going, and knowing full well where it was, but not able to be entirely sure, “So…”

“It’s happened.” She said, “The first attack has been made, and Beta 64, the strange planet that seems the origin of the Tempest has been taken by the movement.”

“Movement… So, I did guess right.” I said, sighing, “Cropepsis is insane.” I turned and saw the overpowering visage of the great guardian of the seas, Lugia.

“HOLY-” I began, but was cut off.

“You have done a great service to us. Stopping that movement prevented the fall of Hoenn, and the eventual extinction of several species of pokémon, such as tailow and magikarp.” Lugia responded, “And Suicune sends his deepest gratitude and regrets that he could not be here to thank you personal-“ He began to finish but couldn’t, because Suicune came out of nowhere, smiling.

“Am I too late to send my deepest gratitude myself?” He asked, looking from me, to Lugia, to Mew, and back again, “Well? C’mon, say something!”

Mew giggled and said, “Just missed it.”, holding her paws up and inch apart from each other.

“Ouch…” He said, chuckling, “Well, still a good thing to have sent either way. My thanks to you.”

I smirked and said, “No problem. I always try to do the right thing.”

“We’ve noticed. Actually, we were wondering if you might consider joining the TUA in the war effort.” Lugia said, total seriousness in his voice.

“…” I said nothing. I knew that Cropepsis’s army was a force to be reckoned with, and to tell you the truth, I was a little afraid of what they might do. I’d seen them over the years, lurking in the slums, smirking in the gloomy atmosphere they helped to create. Delighting in ruining other peoples days. A trip here, a shove there. I, in my infinite quest to know as much as I could, managed to attend one of his lectures, where he glorified the strong, condemned the weak, and presented several technologies I had never seen before, one of which was designed to kill a man without anyone noticing by causing his spine to dissolve slowly. I shuddered as I recalled his ‘demonstration’, done on a 35 year old man. A man who will never walk or use his hands again. Luckily, the lecture was broken up by a raid squadron before he actually died. The captain of the Xenoreligious affairs dept. arrived on scene and shot everyone there who did not denounce Cropepsis’s cause. I was lucky enough to have gotten out before he showed up, or else I would have been placed under surveillance for quite a while. After that, I kept hearing reports of them growing in numbers, and now they have declared war. “Which universes are divided then?”

“They control one planet in all 20 major ones, two in some, and they still have no sway in the 5 lower population ones.” Mew answered,

Suicune sighed and said, “I forgot. I came bearing horrid news. Hyrule, the entire Sylvain system, and Rogrigian have fallen to them.”

“WHAT!?” I shouted, alarmed at the notion, “Hyrule!? That was where the strongest weapons depot was!”

“That’s just speculation, am I correct?” Suicune said, leaning his head down to meet my gaze as opposed to floating above it, “How can you be sure?”

“There is virtually no strategic value in capturing that planet. Resources are low, energy generation is down the tube since the loss of the Wind Waker to the ides of time, and the ravaging areas of the deserts are a likely place to store something of strategic importance. The races that lived there have virtually abandoned the planet, so the military would have an easy time storing things there. I have a strong hunch that this is not going to bode well for the TUA.” I said, a concerned and angry expression on my face, “I will do as you ask, but I need a ride for me and my men back to TUA HQ in the border-universe.”

Smirking, Mew giggled, shot a glance at Lugia, and said, “I told you so.”

Lugia sighed and smiled, saying, “A teleport can be arranged. I guess Mew wasn’t kidding when she said you would do the right thing.”

I smiled and said, “I pride myself on that.”

I was instantly teleported back to the others, who all asked what happened. After I filled them in, we sat there, awaiting transport.

“You guys ready?” Came Mew’s voice from behind me.

“As we’ll ever be.” Mainad called out.

We were NOT ready.

We arrived instantly at the gate to the border universe. To those of you who have never seen a universal portal, it looks like a massive (or not so massive), flat, blue or green wall of endlessly swirling cake frosting. The one before us was blue, massive, and had a guard to either side, both of whom were wearing diamond fiber chain vests, black special unit armor which consisted of padded pants made of magically hardened wool and layered on the inside with diamond fiber again, and a portable storage space on the wrist of the arm, as well as a black jacket, they wore gloves and they had helmets, round and black, with a green visor that covered their face, and a transceiver box wired into the side.

We approached the customs line, which had ten families in it. While we waited, Olevov decided to get us all snacks. I watched him go, and then realized that he had no money, none of us did but me. I only had enough for the fee to get back. Mainad realized this as well, and jumped over the railing to go after him, but ran headlong into an old woman, who, being the jerk she was, decided to make a scene. Moses leapt over to try to help him out when the Guard came over to see what the commotion was, but the guard just said, “Turn around, you’re under arrest.”

Olevov then showed up in handcuffs for ordering something he couldn’t pay for than trying to leave from a place that only prepares food when you want it, so, if you order it, you are wasting their materials, so you better be able to pay for it. The officer eyed Ark curiously as he flipped a coin and watched the scene, then tried to arrest him for no reason, and I drew the line there. While the officer tried to step over the bar separating us, I gave him a two handed shove and he fell onto his back. Ark burst out laughing at that. The Guard leaned down to help the officer off the ground, and while he did the others rejoined us in the line, and we pushed our way out of sight and lost the guard and officer in the crowd.

Eventually we got through customs and into the gate, but that was a hilarious day. It seems like something a high school would do a play about, or maybe something someone could use to become inspired to write a song. Oh, who am I kidding, it was whimsical and delirious and overall funny. I laughed as we went through the portal, and then, we got serious…