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Author's Note: I am SO sorry I haven't updated sooner. I've been so busy with real life stuff like my two jobs AND writing stories. I haven't had the time to keep working on this until recently. So, please allow me to fix that. I'm going to try to give more regular updates to this tale. Enjoy, and review! Also, one more thing...no, I am NOT interested in AI generated artwork for my story. Please do not write to me offering it for money. I don't want any. Thank you.
"Damn it all!"
Darth Plaugeis was furious. He had learned that Jedi were on Planet Logos! This meant they were in a position to ruin his plans! He'd been building up a MASSIVE army on Planet Logos, seriously high-quality weaponry and factories designed to create fine weapons of war. His "Plague Doctors" came from Logos more than any other world, for there seemed to be a natural inclination and skill among Logosians when they DID awaken to Force abilities…they were able to quickly catch up to more advanced, "regular" force users with the right teachers.
And he…was the greatest teacher. Within just one year, he now had well over a million strong on Logos alone. But the pale-skinned Darth Plagueis was really irritated that of all people…LEIA was there! What he was truly worried about even more than the prospect of Leia and her friends ending his army…was them ending his foothold on Logosian culture.
Thanks to Frequency and Ember, he had a subtle influence over the planet, something the Body of the Sith was all too knowledgeable about, for he was helping to run the factories of death on Logos. The short, squat young man looked over a snazzy metal clipboard, looking from it to his master.
"If they should learn just what's been snuck into their recent television programming and radio shows, I'll lose a valuable stronghold of power." Darth Plagueis grumbled angrily. "Everything was going so smoothly thanks to those two, but now…now it could all come crashing down. I can't trust that Leia will just leave after a few days, thinking nothing is wrong. She's not a stupid woman."
"Well, you said it, boss. Not me." The Body remarked. "I imagine you've got a plan?"
"I'll mobilize my forces!" Darth Plagueis insisted angrily, as he slammed his fist into the wall, the Body slightly jumping at the angry roar from his master, who was so angry his voice almost cracked the way the wall did! "I'll wipe them out quickly in the palace!"
"Sir, if I may make a LIL' suggestion?" The Body asked.
Darth Plagueis gave him a look as the Skull of the Sith approached, giving him a datapad that had information on the latest vitals of the Dyad. He bowed his head, as the Body grinned. "Straight-on force didn't work the last times we tried. The Soul of the Sith took them on and he failed. The Skull tried to take them on and even with that ritual using Darth Malak, it failed. I recommend less "normal" tactics. Assassination." The Body said as he held up a single finger, and it softly glowed with an odd miasma. "You're no victorious if you're strong. You're the victor if you're around by the end. No matter what you need to do."
"That…is why you are the "Body" of the Sith." Darth Plagueis chuckled. "A fine idea. A simple and easy plan."
"The more complicated a plan is the more ways it fails. I've got a real simple idea. You know, after all, how skilled I am at up-close assassination, and I've developed a special device that will ENSURE I get close enough for an elimination…"
Meanwhile, having spent the week at his old home planet, one thing was clear to Zack. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Calvin Throschil Winchester the Fourth had made Zack's life a living hell for years in school and the desire to get even with that piece of fetid garbage had NOT left Zack even after all these years. He had and probably would never forgive the fucker for trying to kill him all those years ago, and now, to find out he had a son who was evidently just as shitty as him, and a SITH with astounding power…
THIS was something Zack had to see on his own, and it wasn't difficult, because it turned out that Calvin the Fifth, or "Chuck Junior" as Zack was calling him, was being taught by, of all people, Engul'z and Marhkz. The Rodian and Trandoshan apprentices now had an apprentice themselves and they happened to use Izzy quite a lot. NEITHER of them, in fact, nobody besides her parents, knew who Izzy's allegiance to was because she'd never been seen PUBLICALLY with her parents, she'd always hung out with them in secret, behind closed doors. This meant she could spy on the two former apprentices of Finn and Poe without issue as just a supplier of incredibly useful technology.
With THAT work done she'd placed spy cameras up and Zack was now viewing crisp, clean footage, his hands digging into his knees as he watched on. It was as if he was looking into his past, Chuck Junior looked exactly like his father did back in the day, with those overly sweet features, the chiseled good lucks for such a young lad, he looked positively beatific. His dad had aged well too, he had salt and pepper hair now, but his well-built frame and old "armor abs" as he called them remained on his frame.
"Okay, son. Give it your best shot. Master Markhz told me you'd developed your lightning powers to a higher level than ever?" His father asked as they stood in a bedroom, with a flyer on a nearby desk that was VERY cluttered up with posters and toys and random objects that gave away how very messy this room was. The whole place had laundry scattered left and right, and the window shades hadn't been dusted in ages.
"HAVE I?" Chuck Junior plucked off a random leaf from a nearby flower bush. Izzy and the others sat alongside Zack as they watched the footage in a private bedroom, Zack's eyes narrowing intensely as Chuck Junior tossed the little leaf off the lillies into the air. It flittered and fluttered about as Chuck Junior's face slightly screwed up in concentration as he put a single finger out, and a faint crackle noise rang out.
Markhz and Engul'z looked at one another, clearly very happy as Chuck Senior gasped in amazement. A single burning hole had been placed in that leaf, but no electricity had gone through to the other end. He'd concentrated his entire lightning strike in ONE small place, burning a hole right trough the petal!
"The level of craftsmanship with his electrical might's astounding. We couldn't be more happy!" Engul'z said as Chuck Junior ruffled his son's head and grinned toothily.
"You know what good boys like you get for that? ELEVATOR!" He proclaimed, immediately lifting his son RIGHT up into the air in his arms, holding him high over his head as the two spun about. "WEEEEEE!"
The two swirled around and around before finally flopping down with a THWUMPH onto the ground, guffawing and laughing as Zack angrily closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. "Turn that damn thing off!" He snapped so furiously they were surprised venom didn't splatter on the ground below.
The laugh. That fucking laugh. How he haaaaaated it, and how he HATED "Chuck". "Fucking CHUCK. His kid's just like him."
"Chuck?"
"Cuz he made me sick. LITERALLY. His favorite pastime was p-punching me so hard in the stomach I'd puke. He tried to get it in one go, and-and he often succeeded, the-the…" Zack was stammering so much, his face turning red as tomato sauce and he was shaking violently. It was as if he was a tower about to collapse. Finn gently patted his shoulder along with Leia patting his back as Luke sighed sadly.
"I'm sorry, seeing that man again is clearly traumatic for you."
"Very unfortunate that you have to endure this "blast from the past" as it were." Izzy added. "But that's the guy Darth Plaugeis wants my mom and dad to get rid of." She murmured. "They haven't told him they just can't do it, but if he's not dead, then…"
She trailed off as Ember and Frequency gently rested THEIR hands, or rather paws, upon their daughter's shoulder as Zack rose up. The memories of the past were swirling inside his head, playing out in front of his eyes again and again.
"Well then I'll take care of it for you." He said as he began to quickly make his way out of the door, Leia realizing what was about to happen, and following after.
"Zack, you're not about to actually go kill a child, even if they're a Sith-"
"Do you have any goddamn idea the shit that ol' CHUCK put me through when I was younger?!" He snapped as he wheeled on her, punching his fist into the nearby wall. "That fucker DESERVES a little suffering after years of…of…" He began to trail off, turning, slamming both fists into the wall, hitting his head on it as he groaned.
"Zack…" Leia spoke gently, standing slightly behind him as he moaned slightly and shook his head about.
"I know, I KNOW! I KNOW, okay?! I know its wrong, and it's selfish and it's not how a Jedi's supposed to act to want to get even but…but I can't HELP it, Leia, the minute I think about him at all for more than five minutes I get so damn angry!" He said, his voice wracked with agony, cracking slightly as he began to slump down, onto his knees. "He's the reason my school life was so hellish! He literally tried to kill me and all I want to do is hurt him back the way he hurt me!" Zack groaned. "I…I need some air!"
He began to walk outside, hands in his pockets, fuming. All he could do was relive his school days again and again, flashes of the worst of it mentally smacking him in his face. It felt like every single new step reminded him of some awful moment caused by "Chuck the Fuck" as he sometimes called him.
Finally he stopped by a lake and, while still stewing in anger, annoyance and slowly-simmering hatred, he focused on some smooth rocks. He didn't even need to flick his hand, they SHOT across the water as if he'd launched them from a gun. They skipped across the water, once, twice, thrice, again and again, one of them even made it halfway to the middle of the lake.
Zack grunted angrily and launched some more. He kept picturing shooting every single rock into Chuck's face, and that seemed to make the rocks skim even further and further over the lake, his hands clenching more and more tightly. It felt like a vein was popping in his neck when he heard the voice of Leia speaking up.
"Come on, you shouldn't be out here alone."
Zack took in a long, deep breath as the rock that was halfway skipped across the water sank like a brick. He sighed, dug his hands into his pockets and looked back at Leia as she approached, her hands upon her hips, and looking rather concerned.
"Leia…mistress, I wanna know. Did you ever get teased or picked on when you were a child?"
"Well, yes. Immensely." Leia seemed to answer honestly with a shrug.
"And how'd you take it?" Zack asked, raising an eyebrow up. "Not well, I'm guessing? Did you yell at them? Punch them in the face? Or tell an adult? What? What did you do?"
"Well…" Leia hesitated, then held a hand out. "Here. Lemme show you how I let off steam. Right this way." She gestured for him to follow her to a tree not too far off, where a few very big sticks laid nearby. "See? I would take these sticks…and-"
She lifted one up and KRA-THRAK! THRAK! THRAK! She slammed it hard, right into the tree. Again and again, it made a very loud noise that rang through the air, echoing through the dark forest. "Go on. Give it a try." She insisted, handing it to Zack. He nodded and reached out, then approached the tree.
"Okay, uh…alright…just…whack it?"
"Yep! Whack it."
Zack took a deep breath and began to whack the tree hard with the big, gigantic stick, not realizing that "Leia's" form was shifting, dissolving away, and turning into a shorter, younger male who was holding up a fist, a big, dark, evil grin on his face as a faintly cloudy miasma of power bathed over it!
Zack ALMOST didn't hear it because he'd been banging so loudly on that tree, but he wheeled around just in time to avoid the worst of it…but he still got clipped, feeling as if he had been burned right on his neck yet again! He howled in sheer agony, clutching at his neck, panting and heaving! It was hard to breathe, his throat felt as though somebody had taken a balloon, forced it into his gullet and pumped it up as "Leia", aka The Body of the Sith, darkly smirked.
"Wow, you're a real dummy…" The Body of the Sith said with a nasty smirk as he tapped on a small device he wore on the belt he had. "I'm surprised you didn't pick up on the truth sooner! But it's fine by me. Just means my hologram inducer works like a charm." The Body of the Sith chortled with evil delight. "My assassination techniques are unparalleled!" He added as he wiggled his fingers at Zack, who was clutching at his throat, his skin becoming pale, sweat dribbling down his forehead! He felt clammy and cold, the world was swirling in and out around him!
"The…fuck did you…poison me with…"
"The Dark Side is home to many abilities some would call…unnatural." The Body said. "I've got neurotoxins running through me like blood, and I gave you an almost full dose." He cracked his knuckles, advancing. "Another dose ought to do you, and you'll be good and dead…I don't CARE how I win, long as I do."
The Body of the Sith evilly laughed as he held his fist up and launched it clear through the air, right at Zack! But then, before he could hit him…THRAA-SCHWOOOOSH!
He stopped in mid-swing and gasped. A lightsaber was there…
Where his arms had been. He shrieked, howling in sheer shock, and then the Body of the Sith bolted, racing off at top speed as Leia emerged from behind a nearby tree, lowering her lightsaber as Izzy raced to Zack's side. The green-furred alien with the goggles atop her head helped Zack up as gently as possible, easing a potion into his mouth as Leia glared off in the direction that the Body had gone, his howls of agony filling the air.
"What a loathsome individual." She mumbled. "It seems Darth Plagueis attracted some true living stains. I could practically smell his vile stench from miles away." She turned to Zack, kneeling by him and gently resting a hand on his shoulder. "Focus on my voice, you need to stay conscious so your body can fight off the Dark Side poison."
"Y-Yes, mistress Leia…" Zack moaned, trying to look in Leia's direction, his body feeling slightly less cold and clammy, as the potion contents slid down his throat and into his stomach, Izzy patting him on the head.
"Theeeere we go. You'll be all better in a day or two." She insisted. "My potions work very well, they do!" She said in a rather good imitation of Yoda. "Badass bitch am I. Trouble he was. Naughty Sith." She chuckled playfully. "And might I add…" She gave Leia a wink. "Thanks for giving Zack a hand!" Izzy added as she plucked up the nearest severed hand of the Body and wiggled it around before cringing at the feel of it. "ECCCHH! It's all…cold!" She remarked as Zack frowned. Cold?
He picked it up himself. Though it was hard to focus, he felt over the texture of the hand and his eyes widened. "It's…it's a fake." He murmured. "These are very GOOD fakes, but…they're artificial limbs."
"Yes, you're right. They almost feel hollow." Leia admitted as she felt over another one, flopping it about. "My brother Luke would have killed to have an artificial hand like this. Darth Plagueis clearly doesn't skimp out on the healthcare for his inner circle, it would seem."
"Well, if you're able to bring people back from the dead…" Zack wisecracked slightly, now able to rise back up to his feet. "OOooogh…okay, I feel a bit better now…" He mumbled as Leia and Izzy began to help him back the way they'd come, returning down the natural forest path. "Thank you again for that…" He said to Leia and Izzy, giving them a nod. "I'll try to find some way to make it up to you when the mission's over."
Indeed…the mission. How to deal with Chuck Junior and his dad. The gang were chatting about it animatedly the next day, Zack finally having overcome the dark side poison from before. They were back in Zack's room as he was in the middle of trying to think up some ways that he could "accidentally" murder Chuck, his ideas becoming increasingly more ludicrous and complex. It was practically like something you'd see in a Saturday Morning Cartoon!
"You SURE that poison is all out of your system?" Izzy inquired. "Because I am pretty sure that he wouldn't be dumb enough to just walk under a giant anvil."
"Well, to be honest, ol' Chuck was never the brightest bulb." Zack reasoned as he shook his head back and forth. "He might actually fall for a dumb move like that, you never know." He reasoned.
"There's a way we could get away with killing Chuck "naturally"…" Poe quietly admitted as he knocked on the door and they turned to give him a look. He had a small flyer in his hands, giving it to Zack. "They were passing these out all week when Finn and I went to go check out various local stores. Evidently there's going to be a fighting tournament in a few days. If we register today, we can compete in it, and I noticed in the footage…one very same flyer. They must be competing too, at least one of them. I know how we can find out for sure, the sign-up board is supposedly right outside city hall."
Zack didn't have to be told twice. He made his way off to city hall to sign up for the tournament, with Finn and Poe deciding to join in as well. There was a small crowd of people crowding around the enormous sign-up sheet by city hall's main entrance, a small table with some attendants and pens and extra sign-up paper nearby, all waiting eagerly and patiently for more entrants as Zack approached.
"Can I have a pen, sir?" He inquired quietly as one of the men behind the table gave him one and he immediately raced to the sign-up sheet…
Yes. There it was, just near the bottom…Chuck Junior AND his father had signed up. Good. A dark, nasty, growling beast in Zack's heart had woken up and was hungrily licking its chops as he put his own name down on the sign up sheet, for now, after so long, the retribution against his biggest bully was at hand…
Within a few days, the tournament was at hand. The use of all weaponry was permissible, and nobody would be denied entry. You could join as a team, or solo, and Zack agreed to join Finn and Poe as a trio…all the better to get at Chuck and his son. An inordinate amount of fighters were there at the enormous open stadium which had been set up for the fighting tournament. Pillars lined the exterior, the roof had been opened up to let the sun shine down, and the artificial turf of the grass beneath their feet was slightly rough to the touch, like the rough edge of a sponge.
The first match however wouldn't be with them. The competitors squared off randomly, their names drawn out of a lottery machine that spun little balls about in a cage, with the fighter names printed on said balls. The first up was, of all people…
"Oh. MY." The announcer's eyes bulged out wide. Brother Roger had taken these duties alongside Sister Jane and they stared at the name. "The one and only Leia herself! We are TRULY honored!"
People turned and gaped in amazement and awe as Leia nonchalantly adjusted the little tan and brown and green attire she had on. She was wearing brown wrist gauntlets and boots to match and had her hair tied up in her usual circular braids behind her head as she cracked her knuckles slightly and did a little stretching as a very annoyed-looking trandoshan with a gigantic axe spun the axe around with one hand.
"You don't look like much, despite supposedly being a big shot." He remarked. "And you ain't even drawn your little lightsaber." He looked Leia up and down and snorted as Leia calmly rested her hands on her hips. "This won't be a fight, it'll be a slaughter."
"…are you quite finished?" Leia asked. "Go on, I'll give you the first shot."
"Are you making fun of me?!" The trandoshan angrily glowered, his eyes glittering like black onyx. "You stupid bitch! I'll teach you to make fun of-" He swung the axe at high speed and yes, he was fast…but Leia was faster. She stepped back, then raced forward and did a high-jump kick! THRAA-THWAK! It struck him right in the face!
The trandoshan didn't go down easily though. Angrily yelling, his nose broken, he swung wildly, his axe flying left and right. "Godda 'ill oo, ya stinkid bid!" He screamed out as some blood oozed from his broken nose. He kept swinging the axe about all over, but his swinging was so wild he continued to miss, and then…
His axe got stuck in the turf, and Leia gave him a knee RIGHT to the face, so hard and so quick, he conked out on the spot, flopping down unconscious right next to his axe as she politely smiled at the judges. "I take it this means I win?"
The crowd roared and cheered, they clapped enthusiastically, whooping and hollering as Zack beamed with pride at seeing his teacher performing so splendidly!
The next fight was with Zack, Poe and Finn, who had all been chosen to fight a group of three local fighters. Zack looked them up and down, red haired head tilting a bit to the side as he sized them up, Poe spinning his pistol around and around. Finn was doing some stretching as the other three were clanging their big, fancy-looking swords together.
"BKE! BKE! BROTHERHOOD, BROTHRHOOD, BKE! BKE! BKE! BROTHERHOOD, BROTHERHOOD, BKE!"
"Who're these clowns?" Finn asked as he finished stretching and stood next to Zack, who put away his lightsaber, deciding he didn't want to use it as he instead nonchalantly fiddled with his belt, getting out some gum and popping it into his mouth.
"Oh, I know them, they're a FRATERNITY." Zack muttered. "The local college of "The Holy Heart" has one fraternity and one sorority and ugggghhh!" He threw his hands in the air. "They were obnoxious. They went to all our high school sports games…mostly to scout out potential inductees to BKE."
"So it was just about physical ability? Did you ever get scouted?"
"Nah, because I didn't have the CHARACTER they wanted."
"You didn't have character?"
"Yes. No Car, no Hot girlfriend, no Assets, no Rockhard Abs or Cash-"
Finn snorted as the BKE members angrily glowered at them in return. "Brothers! I think they're insulting us."
"Well he can't do that now, can he? Just a matter of principle. Let's get him!"
"Yeah! Let's get them!"
The three BKE members were swinging their swords wildly, racing towards all three as Finn, Poe and Zack decided to take a member each. Finn kept backstepping around the turf, avoiding the swings of the other fighter, waiting patiently for his chance. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! Meanwhile, Zack was ducking and diving out of the way, smirking a little.
"Stand! STILL!"
"Now where's the fun in that?" Zack asked cheekily.
"It'd be fun for ME!" The BKE member whined before Zack dipped to the side then delivered a truly spectacular kick right to the guy's crotch! THRAA-SCHWAAAAKKK. He howled, clutching at his genitals and moaning as Zack nonchalantly kicked the sword away.
Meanwhile, Poe had just plain shot his. PA-POW. He had kept avoiding the guy's swiping sword strikes and then just blasted him clean in the chest, launching him clean across from him and THWUMPHF. Down he went, like Sonny Liston! He moaned in agony, clutching at his chest as Poe blew a raspberry. "Oh, stop whining, I put it on the lowest setting, ya wuss. You're gonna live."
Finn ducked to avoid a sweeping strike from the BKE's final swordsman, and then HEADBUTTED the man so hard he knocked him clean out on the spot! The guy's sword clattered to the artificial turf below as all three groaned and moaned, humiliated as Zack leisurely walked off the field with the other two, all three giving one another high fives.
"That wasn't bad at all! If they're ALL that "talented", I don't think we have anything to worry about until we get to maybe fighting Leia and Chuck and his dad…"
Speaking OF, Chuck and his Dad were now the next up. Everyone watched eagerly as Calvin Throschil Winchester the Fourth and Calvin Throschil Winchester the Fifth took to the field, Chuck Junior bringing a lightsaber and spinning it about before leisurely putting it in its sheathe, his dad patting his son on the head as they faced down a pair of martial artists who were wielding wicked-looking spinning ball and chain weaponry. Frequency and Ember were watching not far off, sitting on benches, about to be the next two called up to fight after Chuck and his father.
"Go ahead, son…you can have these two. Let's show these retards in spandex what REAL warriors can do." Chuck Senior chortled as he ruffled his son's head, kissing him on the top of the head a moment later.
"EXCUSE US?" One of the martial artists angrily snarled behind the mask he wore as his female compatriot's eyes narrowed beneath the helm she wore. They spun their ball and chain weapons rapidly, so quickly that they turned into dark-grey blurs as they looked at one another. "The nerve!"
Ember quickly held her husband's paw as he angrily glowered. A very horrible, cold light had entered his eyes as he looked right at Chuck.
"Let's teach them a thing or two!" The female martial artist agreed as she and the other leaped away from each other, tossing their chains forward! SCHAA-THWIIIP! It ensnared Chuck Junior as the other half of their weapons was now twirling around overhead! The gigantic, heavy balls swirled and swirled as the female martial artist distinctly grinned, despite the fact you couldn't see her face. "We're gonna smush your head in, ya little brat! That'll maybe teach your stupid dad to be more polite to his oppon-"
She didn't get a chance to finish. Chuck Junior gripped the chains holding him and SCHRRRZZZAAAAAAAAP! A horrible, sizzling, crackling sound rang through the air as the metal chains conducted his Sith lightning perfectly. Everyone looked on in horror as the forms of the two martial artists spasmed about, the two dropping their weapons, flopping down onto the artificial turf below.
The chains slid off of Chuck Junior as he walked forward and then KICKED each one in the head to make SURE they were down before walking off. "Don't you talk 'bout my daddy like that." He added as Frequency stopped gripping Ember's paw almost so hard he almost tore her damn hand off.
At last it was him and her turn to fight as they rose up from their spots and walked past Chuck Senior and his son. "You know, dude…ya shouldn't use words like that." Frequency quietly remarked as he passed by.
"Aw, shaddap, ya retard. I'll say whatever the fuck I want. Free speech." Chuck Senior snorted.
"Yeah! Free Speech! PHHBBBBTTT!" Chuck Junior stuck his tongue out at Frequency, who's face almost turned positively demonic, a horrific snarling growl rising from his mouth that he barely suppressed as he got on the field. Ember nervously stepped away from him as he faced down a VERY burly pair of men.
"The Strongonovich Brothers are here to say, Strongonovich beat you in the old style way!" The first brother said, flexing his big, bulking biceps as the other one made his chest jiggle, first one breast, then the other. "Yo yo yo! Strongonovches! Yo yo yo! Wassap, bitches?"
Frequency's balled feet launched him up through the air and with a SINGLE backhand, he literally knocked the first man clear through the air, out of the field, across the way, and embedded him forcibly in the wall. His brother positively stared, stunned and mortified before he saw the foot sailing at him.
KRAAKKA-THRAA-KOOOOWW. His neck was almost broken as he flopped across the field, Frequency panting a bit, grinding his fanged teeth, his face barely looking less angry as he slowly slid his leg down. "…nope. Still…pissed." He muttered. "I need me a drink." He added as he walked off the field, Ember following after, sighing sadly as the crowd nervously muttered and mumbled, medics racing to the Strongonovich brother's sides as Zack gaped in sheer amazement and horror.
"How is he so strong?" He whispered. "He barely put any power into those, he practically just slapped the first one and the guy sailed across the field…"
"Now we know how he can carry all those gigantic, heavy guns around without a sweat…" Poe murmured quietly as he rubbed his chin, impressed with what he'd seen, Finn whistling a bit, also slightly impressed, but at the same time, now ever-so-slightly terrified of getting on Frequency's bad side, before a whistle blew, and one by one, the remaining fighters had to meet with Brother Roger and Sister Jane as they were handing out little balls that had small vid-screens built into them.
"Okay! The organizer of the tournament said these balls would show letters, we assume that you'll pair off with whomever gets an identical letter or the very next one." Sister Jane suggested as Brother Roger nodded and gave the last ball to Zack before they walked out of the arena and the fighters that remained looked at these balls.
"…huh?" Zack looked down as the vid-screen popped up. "G? Anybody got a "G"?"
"No."
"Nada."
"Not at all. I mean, I got an "A"?"
"Anybody got a "B" then?"
But no. Nobody had a B. The letters didn't seem to make sense. They had a G, yes, and an A, and also an E, and an M, and a V, an O, an E, and R-
Suddenly Finn's eyes widened as he put his "A" next to Zack's "G". "Look! Hold them all together!" he cried out as the stared down at the balls and what they were clearly spelling…
"Game Over".
And with that, the ground seemed to explode beneath their feet, and all seemed to go black…