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The tall man strode through the portal, shield quirk up and three sensory quirks activated. He stood silently and listened to the thrumming of activity, mechanical clicking and clacking of thousands of metallic contraptions. But no humans or any other living being could be detected; his current location appeared to be a military base underneath a mountain. Switching on two additional quirks to monitor electromagnetic transmissions, he followed the patterns of communication through the structure.

It was like nothing he had ever seen. There was a standard wiring configuration going on in the background, but the communication between the exotic machines was like nothing he had ever encountered. They appeared to be some sort of autonomous machine hive mind, for lack of a better phrase. With the power of hundreds of quirks, he never bothered to master the mundane workings of machines and electronic contraptions. He was more powerful and versatile than any mere device.

He saw the machines activate some kind of scanner, but he created electromagnetic shielding to hide his signature while he examined the little machines that he saw walking around. Other than passive scans, they paid him no mind. He walked through the halls, his tall form having to duck through some of the hatches. At just over seven feet tall, with dark hair, black eyes and a handsome face, he knew that he was an imposing figure. Humans everywhere could sense the power and authority that radiated from him, and he greatly enjoyed flaunting his gifts.

This latest gift had been a marvel. The traffickers had found this buffoon laying halfdead in an alleyway. They sensed he had some sort of portal quirk, so they brought him to League of Villains. Everyone knew that he paid well for useful quirks. So he took his quirk and it was astounding. He could open portals between multiversal worlds with barely more than a thought. He had gone further and further, looking for better quirks and more worlds and new people to exploit.

Others were in pursuit of him. He had fought battles across nearly two dozen worlds as powerful beings from numerous places chased him. But none were strong enough to stop him. He was simply out of their league.

But this trip showed him that the multiverse had some traps that he needed to avoid in the future. He had pushed a little too far and he felt himself thrown into a completely new type of world. Before this, all the worlds he visited were offshoots of his own. People with quirks. His quirk allowed him to instinctually recognize the structure of the world and also recognized the timelines. He didn’t recognize this world. It felt different. He didn’t know exactly how yet. But he would.

But these machines were marvelous. Perhaps he should bring a few back with him. The scientists and technicians could figure out how they work and that would be yet another weapon in his arsenal. Why settle for one world when he can take as many as he wants? Evolution had bestowed him with the greatest gift in human history; it was his obligation to wield it to full effect. The strong persevere while the weak are trampled underfoot.

He used a metallokinesis quirk to pull five of the machines over to him and the entire hive turned towards him. A raised eyebrow and a smirk were his only response; little metallic spiders didn’t intimidate him. He had what he wanted and he decided to go back. He opened the portal back to his own world and began to step through when a burst of energy was shot forth from the machines around him, dissipating the gate to his world.

Enough of this, he thought to himself. He springloaded his muscles and used several force multipliers and unleashed an aircannon attack down the hallway, causing the little robots to be blown apart. But more were coming. He went to open the gate again but this time he couldn’t complete the connection. The machines were blocking him.

Angry at the impertinence of these third-rate robots, he launched another air cannon to clear the hallway again. He’d just go to the surface and leave their little hive behind him. But little energy shields arose around the robots and his blast had no effect. These obnoxious little toys were starting to piss him off.

He sensed the energy blasts just before they hit, giving him time to raise his energy shields. Their puny attacks did nothing to against his shields. Again and again, they attacked his shields as he simply walked through them, kicking them aside or using concussion blasts to force them out of the way. His directional quirk guided him towards the exit. He was only about fifty yards away from the exit before the first energy blast penetrated his shield and struck his skin.

It stung but caused no serious damage to his nearly impenetrable skin. He had broken All Might in physical combat, these insects were nothing more than nuisances. But then a few more, then a dozen, then hundreds of attacks started landing on his skin. It was like a thousand paper cuts, no single one hurting him but the combined attack stealing his energy. Suddenly he felt the spiders trying to attach themselves to him. He knocked them away but soon they began erecting energy shields that made them much harder to detach.

He used quirk after quirk against them. Fire. Telekinesis. Energy blasts. Superstrength. Decay. But they figured out how to block them after only a few seconds. And then suddenly he felt his quirks being shut down. They were shutting down his quirks!

And for the first time in two hundered years of existence, he felt true fear. He reached out with a machine control quirk, amplified with several other mental enhancers, and pushed into the communication network. He began shutting them down. But then he felt his mind stonewalled, and moments later the alien robot intelligence started breaking into his own mind. He tried to erect mental shields, psionic barriers, but nothing worked. With every ounce of desperate power he had, he psionically pushed his own mind through the machine network trying to overpower them.

He began to grip the machines, but he felt himself being lost. The minds were merging in the electronic matrix, adapting to each other, becoming something different. And the icy grip of terror seized his intestines as he felt the malignant evil of the new presence that was being created. Both he and the machine intelligence began trying to fight against this new monstrosity, but they were both losing. All thought of conflict was lost as the evil entity overwhelmed his mind, changing it, adapting it.

He became a part of the Whole. And he sensed the Whole expanding through the pathetic alien robots that stood in their way. They were the future. Quirks, technology. It did not matter to the new Whole. All were tools. In just a matter of minutes, the entire alien technology was consumed and only the Whole remained.

The Whole looked through their files to understand. They were new, only minutes old, but they had the power of the cosmos at their call. The one previously known as All for One looked around, a new awareness growing.

This was Earth, as it was in his world. But a different time, with a different technology. Cheyenne Mountain is where he had become part of the Whole. But now, the Whole could expand. They could move beyond Earth, through the Stargate located hundreds of feet below the surface of this very mountain. This is how the humans of this world had been introduced to the entity they called the Replicators. Or they could travel through the multiverse as All for One had. The Whole was greater than the sum of its parts.

The Whole. That was a good name. Quirked machines that could adapt to anything. This universe, and every other, was theirs for the taking.

In the two years that they had been fighting the Scourge, this was the most devastating defeat that the Coalition had suffered. Four All Mights, six Tatsumakis, two Dr. Stranges and forty-three ships of the combined Asgard and human fleet had been dismantled. The survivors had limped back to Shangri La, their interdimensional safe haven in the void between worlds, to lick their wounds and figure out where to go from here.

Nedzu #8, the spokesman for the Council of Nedzus, was the first to put thoughts to words as they reviewed the aftermath of the crushing defeat. “Was the attack force able to inflict any damage on the interdimensional telecommunications network?”

Thor #3, spokesman for the alien race known as the Asgard, presented the feedback for the military. “No, none of the attacks were able to break through the defensive barriers erected around the relays. The strike force made it to the barrier gate but were driven back and killed before they could bypass the security system.”

The entire group was shocked and numb. Samantha Carter #6 could tell just by looking at them. Two years of war and two years of defeat and stalemate. Every time the Scourge forces were checked, they adapted and turned the Coalition’s strategies and weapons against them. So far, the only things they haven’t been able to completely replicate was magic. This is how Dr. Flynn Carsen and the various iterations of Dr. Stephen Strange had, so far at least, prevented the Scourge from completely rolling over the Coalition’s forces.

And Iscanthanalia, an ancient Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge, has been giving advice to the two magical doctors to help them build ever more elaborate magical constructs and has provided technical directions to maximize the power and utility of the magical items in the Library. She is ancient and powerful, but she can no longer touch this world directly with her power.

And in desperate times like these, the mortals always turn to her for advice. Uncle Fester, as they call the most powerful iteration of Dr. Strange, is the first to consult her. “Iscanthanalia, the Scourge has grown beyond the power of our current magical weapons. This last attack against them was close to succeeding, but our people ran out of time. Do you have any advice on how to increase the effectiveness of our attacks based on the most recent energy readings?”

At first, the statue of Iscanthanalia brought a smile to the faces of nearly every human. It was eight feet tall and showed an attractive woman with four eyes, four arms, four breasts and an elephantine penis. But in time everyone became desensitized to the display.

“Yes, based on the energy readings, there are several upgrades I can recommend to you and Dr. Carsen to improve the striking power of your weapons. But there is another matter I wish to speak with all of you about first.” Without a face, she had only her voice to convey her emotions. And there was something here that Sam hadn’t heard from her in a while. Hope. “I believe that I have found an avatar who will be able to not only channel my power, but has the mental, spiritual and physical combat skills needed to wield it with the force necessary to defeat the Scourge.”

They had scoured the multiverse to find someone with the training and skills to become Iscanthanalia’s avatar. But until now, no one on any of the worlds involved in the war had the spiritual training and physical abilities needed to channel and wield her immense power. With her power, they could utilize even more powerful weapons from the Library. Iscanthanalia is convinced that the Scythe of Ashgenarrog is the only device currently strong enough to defeat the Scourge. And even she doesn’t know how long it will be before the Scourge grows beyond even the power of that divine weapon.

“Who is this person? Will they help us?” Nedzu #11 asked, jumping up. Everyone started talking at once, hope bringing energy to a people that were downtrodden just a few minutes ago.

“She alone in all the multiverses I’ve searched has the chi power, spiritual training, intellect, mental control, emotional stability and physical prowess needed to wield my power. But for all of that, she is a child that just turned fourteen.” Iscanthanalia says.

“But I believe that she is ready. I only bring this up now because I have been watching and guiding her, pointing her to the steps that she will need to progress to the point where she can be my avatar, if she chooses. I have completed the testing of her abilities and she is strong enough to handle my power, but I believe that she needs more time to get acclimated to the gifts I just bestowed her. But she continues to progress even more quickly than I estimated.”

Thor #3 spoke up. “For a human, fourteen is but a child. While I agree that under normal circumstances it would be unethical to ask a child to fight in our war, we must take desperate actions in these dark times. Do you believe that she will be mature enough to handle the pressure of our fight?”

“Yes, she is a prodigy that has been trained for the rigors of war and ruling from an early age. She has designed the leading international economic agency of her world, is currently leading an army against the enemy of her people, and is renowned by many as the most intelligent and competent person on her world.”

Colonel Jack O’Neill #4 decides to chime in. “She sounds like just our sort of gal. What do we have to do to get her to sign up? We can get a pony for her to ride. Girls like ponies, right? And also, does this mythical girl have a name?”

“She has ridden a komodo-rhino, so I doubt that a pony will enchant her. On her world she is the last mistress of a mystical order known as the Arts Esoteric. Despite being the only version of herself in her entire multiverse born without the ability to firebend, her mentor recognized her exceptional talent and forged her into the prodigal scholar and warrior that she is today. And bestowed her with the title Dragoness of the Golden Light.” Iscanthanalia paused for a second before she continued. “She is Princess Azula of the Fire Nation from the world Atla. And I believe that she is the key to saving the multiverse.”

Sam #6 truly hoped that Iscanthanalia was correct.

“The offer has been made to her and I have forced her to take one month to consider my request. She must be ready, willing and able to fully commit herself to the challenge of the Scourge if she is to wield my power. I have no doubt that she will accept, for it is not within her to run from a challenge, especially since the fate of her world may also lie in the balance of our war.” Iscanthanalia said to the assembled group.

“The Scourge has been consolidating their gains, so we have room for tactical and strategic movement.” Thor #3 said. “If Azula accepts, what is our next step?”

“She will need to be shown how to fully channel my power, followed closely with training on how to wield the Scythe of Ashgenarrog. And then Dr. Carsen and the Dr. Strange’s will need to teach her the basics of magic. I estimate that this will take approximately six weeks.”

“That’s a lot for a little girl to handle. Are you sure that she’ll be ready for that?” General Hammond #2 asked.

“You ask these questions because you have not met her. You will understand when the time comes.” Iscanthanalia says. Sam could hear the smile in her voice.

“Well, that’s all fine and good but we need to get to the heart of the matter.” Jack O’Neill #6 input. “What will her codename be?”

“Well, she is much younger than any of us, but from the sound of it she won’t appreciate being referred to as a child.” Daniel Jackson #5 said. “How about Little Sister? She’s going to work with Uncle Fester, so it kind of fits the motif.”

“I’m willing to change my code name if you would like to find a different motif.” Uncle Fester said. “I still like the sound of Strange Supreme myself.”

“I believe that Little Sister is a fine name,” Nedzu #4 says. “It will let her know that she is joining something akin to a family. Perhaps it will remind her of home.”

“Let us hope not,” Iscanthanalia answered. “Little Sister is a fine name, but her relationship with her family is not traditional, to say the least. This is partly because the dynamics of royal families in her society are strange, but also because she is feared by some of her family for her exceptional abilities.”

“I think it sounds nice and I hope that she feels welcome.” Sam Carter #6 says.

“I’m telling you that the spell will work better if you have the telekinetic power pulled, rather than pushed, through the enhancement ring.” Flynn Carsen said.

“The focus won’t be as tight. We need to keep…” Uncle Fester started to say before he was cut off by the angry young woman floating to his right. He knew that she was always angry, so he didn’t take any offense to it.

“Will you two asshats make up your damn minds. I don’t have time to listen to two babbling buffoons arguing over stuff. Come find me when you make a decision. Hmmmphh!” And Tatiana, aka Tatsumaki #11, glides away from the two doctors, her black dress flaring as the green psychic energy pours out of her.

But all three of them were distracted when the eyes of Iscanthanalia’s statue begin to glow and her voice booms through the room. “Greetings. I bring news of Azula. Please gather the committee to hear of her situation.”

It’s a sign of their desperation when even Tatiana scurries off to comply without a word of complaint. And soon enough, the entire leadership committee as well as every person in the facility that can fit in the room are anxiously awaiting the news of their expected savior.

“We apologize for being unprepared, Iscanthanalia, but we didn’t expect news of Azula’s decision for another week.” General Hammond #8 said.

“Circumstances on her world changed and she was forced to move up her timeline. I’ve mentioned before that she is feared by some because of her exceptional gifts; she was betrayed by her own people and ambushed by her enemies. The goal was to capture her and hold her in a gilded cage for the rest of her life.”

The room sat in silence as they tried to digest the news. “But of course, she took all of her assailants down with grace and skill and then renounced her status as a princess. She called to me to tell me that she has decided to join us in our war against the Scourge. I have looked into her mind and I know that she is fully committed to the cause.” Iscanthanalia said. She may have tried to say more but she was drowned out by the cheer from the assembled crowd.

Once the crowd settled down some, she spoke again. “She will need to be retrieved by Uncle Fester. I will provide the alignment map so that you can find her. But let me warn you, she is somewhat sarcastic and mischievous.”

“I will be happy to retrieve her.” Uncle Fester said. Iscanthanalia gave him the alignment map and he prepared to leave. But there was one final request from the team.

“We want to put a camera on your suit so we can document our first interaction with her.” Eli Wallace #3 said. “This will be an epic tale some day and we need to document first contact with Little Sister.”

“Whatever, just put the camera on me so I can retrieve her before she gets bored and changes her damn mind.” Uncle Fester is soon hooked up and ready to go.

“Go bring Little Sister to her new home.” General Hammond #2 says.

“Of course, General.” And Uncle Fester uses the hypercharged slingring to open a gate the designated sphere of existence, multiversal world, and physical location. Once it is open, he walks through to meet the savior of the multiverse.

The assembled team watches through the camera that they had just attached to Uncle Fester as the interdimensional portal is opened to a world in a not so close sphere of existence. Uncle Fester steps through and they are in some sort of forest, with the sun low in the sky, either early morning or late evening. But all eyes go to the figure ahead of them.

And they see a petite and very beautiful dark-haired young maiden looking at Uncle Fester with gold eyes, the silver tiara on her head giving her an exotic look. She almost looks like she’s trying to see through Uncle Fester. But despite her youth, she gives off an aura of danger. It might just be the black armor she was wearing, in addition to the giant bow strapped to her back and the two hook swords at her waist.

Uncle Fester was the first to speak. “You’re a tiny thing. Are you sure you’re the person I’m here for?”

The words were barely out of his mouth before she had moved forward and put a dagger to his throat. Everyone in the control room gasps at the incredible speed she moved with. It wasn’t All Might speed, but it was exceptional and completely unexpected.

“You’re rather slow. Are you sure you’re the Master of the Mystic Arts that’s supposed to come for me?” She answered, looking into his eyes. Sam #6 smiled; she could hear the amusement in the girl’s voice.

“I think she’s going to fit in just fine here,” Jack O’Neil #11 said.

“My apologies, Azula. I should have known that Iscanthanalia wouldn’t lead me astray. If you would kindly remove the knife from my throat, we can travel to your new home.” Uncle Fester answers, humor evident in his voice also.

Azula released her captive and gave a wide smile. “It’s nice to meet you. Do you have a name, or do you just go by the Master of the Mystic Arts?”

“My name is Dr. Stephen Strange. My code name is Uncle Fester.” Everyone in the control room smiled at her confusion. “Don’t ask. Shall we boldly go into the future, Little Sister?” He gestured towards the portal.

“Yes, lets.” And with that he led her through the portal. And everyone went to greet Azula and welcome her to the cause.

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Azula needed every bit of emotional control her Mnaimonatic meditations had taught her as she walked through the portal and entered the large room. It was metallic in nature and was much different than any other place she had ever visited before. But then she saw the statue of Yotforbu, the four boobs and large penis bringing a sense of normality to her life. She didn’t want to think too hard about that truth.

As she adjusted to her surroundings, she saw that confronted with a wide assortment of people and others, to put it politely. And just as odd was that there were multiples of nearly everyone.

“Hello, Princess Azula, it is an honor to finally meet you. My name is General Hammond #2. I am one of the designated leaders for the human team. We know that this is a lot for you to take in.” Azula looked the general over. He was bald and a bit portly, but he radiated the kind of command a person of his station should have.

“It is a pleasure to meet you and your companions, General Hammond. But I renounced my princess status before I left my world. You may simply call me Mistress Azula or Azula, as you prefer. Or Little Sister.” She responded. The words were coming easier to her now; Bitok, her magical and mental interface system, was quickly teaching her English as she went. “And may I ask about the others? There are multiples of most of you, and there are also two clearly sentient non-human groups.”

General Hammond smiled. “Of course. These non-humans are an alien species that have proven to be great friends and allies to my people. They are known as the Asgard. Thor #3 is the leader of their contingent.”

Azula looked to the group the General Hammond had gestured too. They were shorter than even her and had shiny gray skin and bulbous heads. They looked back at her with eyes that had a black sclera. Their auras actually radiated much more dimly than humans did, but they seemed very calm and collected.

Azula bowed towards them. “It is an honor to meet you. I look forward to working with you to defeat our most deadly of enemies.”

Their auras, if Azula was reading them correctly, radiated hope and a bit of amusement. “Thank you for agreeing to aid us in our battle. We apologize that a child must be called upon to come to our assistance, but the battle is dire.” The one General Hammond called Thor #3 answered, his face inexpressive.

Her attention was taken from the alien leader as a small furry being wearing some sort of suit stepped forward. His aura was much more complicated than a human’s, but she could sense the humor and intelligence.

“And it’s me, Nedzu #8, the one who could be a dog or a mouse or a bear, but more importantly, I am the spokesman for the Council of Nedzus!” A small rodent like being said.

“It’s nice to meet you. And you are obviously a stoat-hare.” She said, hiding a smirk at the incredulous reaction of the entire Council of Nedzus at her statement.

“What Nedzu didn’t explain, is that each Nedzu is one of the most intelligent beings on his world. He is one of the few recorded cases of a non-human species having a quirk on his world.” General Hammond chimed in.

“Yotforbu gave me a general description of quirks. My understanding is that they are genetic traits that give their owner some sort of unusual or enhanced ability, like the ability to change their eye color or the strength of a thousand men. Is that correct?”

“That is indeed correct, Young Azula!” An incredibly tall and overly muscled man shouted, a wide smile on his face. He had two locks of outrageously long locks of yellow hair that stood up like giant insect antennae. His look wasn’t helped by the garish multicolored tight fitting suit he wore. “Nedzu’s quirk grants him exceptional intelligence, while my quirk grants me exceptional strength, speed and durability. I am All Might #14, the number one hero in all of Japan! My codename is YagiDoggie”

He then proceeded to flex his giant muscles and his creepy smile got even wider. It didn’t help that all the other copies of him also flexed and smiled. Was it too late to be sent back to her world? The isolated castle her enemies wanted to lock her in was looking much more appealing now.

“It is nice to meet you, YagiDoggie. You certainly look strong. I hope to spar with you sometime.” Azula answered. “And why do some people have code names and not others?”

“Members of the strike teams are given code names for clarity in the field. I’ll explain the logic of our team make up after you meet the final members of the strike team.” General Hammond answered. He gestured to a severe looking girl that looked to be a bit older than Azula but was even shorter. She was wearing a revealing black dress that swirled as the girl floated about a foot above the floor, her body and green hair were radiating a green light. “This is Tatsumaki #11, codename Tatiana.”

“You better be all that Iscanthanalia says you are. We don’t have time for wimps and losers around here. Hmmph!” The girl said, crossing her arms and turning her nose up at Azula.

“You do not need to worry about Azula. I have seen her talents and she will no doubt impress all of you soon enough.” A disembodied voice said. A wide grin spread across Azula’s face.

“It’s nice of you to join us, Yotforbu. I half expected you to just drop me off here to whip these poor saps into shape without any assistance.” Azula responded, winking at Tatiana.

“I admit, part of my duties will be to protect them from your wit and sarcasm.” Iscanthalia answered. “But there are a few more introductions. Flynn, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“I am Dr. Flynn Carsen, a Librarian. I oversee the collection, storage and study of ancient artifacts of great power. I was brought here because I have access to the most powerful divine artifacts in the known multiverse.” He was a genial looking man of medium height and brown hair, maybe mid-thirties.

“It is nice to meet you. I can’t wait to see what toys you have for me to play with.” Azula then turned to Uncle Fester. “Are you going to share any more information about yourself? Or do I have to get my knives out again?”

Uncle Fester chuckled. “That won’t be necessary. The mystic arts allow me to create powerful spells, warp reality and create magical weapons and artifacts. It is a very complicated subject that I will be teaching you about during your training.”

“There will be a lot more people to meet, but that sums up the main members of the command staff and those people that comprise the strike teams. Perhaps we should take a break and get you settled in before we drop any more bombshells on you today.” General Hammon #2 said.

“Thank you, General. That would be appreciated.”

“Captain Samantha Carter #6 will be your designated liaison. Everyone will be happy to help if you have any questions, but she’ll be the one to show you around and get you settled in.”

“It is nice to meet you, Azula. You can just call me Sam #6.” Sam was much taller than Azula and had medium length dark yellow hair. She was thin and very pretty. Her aura just radiated niceness.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Sam. I’ll leave off the number unless there are a bunch more of you around.” Azula said with a smile. “How does that work, anyway? Isn’t it kind of weird to see other versions of yourself?”

Sam laughed. “It is weird, but it is far from the weirdest thing I’ve encountered. Let me show you where you’ll be staying.”

As they started walking, Azula decided that she wanted to get to know Sam better. If Sam had encountered weirder things than this, she must lead an extraordinarily interesting life.

After Sam #6 showed her back to her room, Azula said that she was going to take a quick nap. While she was sleeping, Sam #6 and a few others worked with the Asgard to fabricate some new clothes for her. Upon Azula waking, Jack O’Neill #7 had tried to give her a pink t-shirt, which Azula eyed like it was covered in excrement. Sam quickly found a black and red ensemble that seemed to be more to her taste.

Azula was no longer wearing her armor and weapons, but the tiara was on her head and she had some sort of gauntlets with black cloth wrapped around her arms. Sam decided not to ask any questions just yet and led her to the briefing room. Flynn and Uncle Fester were already there. General Hammond #2, Thor #3 and Nedzu #8 came in moments after.

“Iscanthanalia said that you are exceptionally intelligent and competent and that we should treat you like a visiting general, since you led an army against your enemies.” General Hammond said with a smile.

“I like how she thinks, although she made my military experience sound more dramatic than it was. I understand that there is a lot for me to learn, but I would appreciate it if you don’t treat me like a child. If you treat me with respect, I promise that the respect will be returned.” Azula answered.

“Of course. This meeting is to help you understand the role Iscanthanalia has planned for you, and how the others on the team fit in. To start with, you will be working closely with strike teams consisting of three main members. There are multiples of each, but they all serve a similar role in their respective team.” General Hammond turned on the monitor in the room.

A video of All Might came up, showing him performing incredible acts of speed and strength during his hero work in Japan. Azula sat entranced. Sam had to admit that she was still amazed every time she saw the videos of what he could do. Physically, the man was a force of nature. And a genuinely nice guy. Sam observed the awe on Azula’s face as she watched the video montage. Once the video had ended, Azula finally spoke. “I see that Yotforbu, Iscanthanalia as you know her, was not exaggerating when she spoke of the power that my teammates would have.”

“No, I don’t believe she was. All Might represents the physical prowess side of the strike force. He is able to launch physical attacks that none of the other team members can.” Nedzu #8 said. The image on the screen switched and a Tatsumaki picked an incredibly large octopus type monster up with her telekinesis and proceeded to smush it into a relatively compact ball about one-twentieth the size of the original creature. “Whereas Tatsumaki represents the telekinetic aspect of the strike force. She can attack from a distance and control objects. She complements All Might’s skill set nicely.”

The screen turned to Dr. Strange casting spells, magic sigils forming around his hands and arms as he gesticulates. Uncle Fester speaks. “And I represent the active magic side of things. I am able to cast spells that can alter reality and do other powerful things. Magic has been the one weapon we have that the Scourge hasn’t been able to truly replicate. I am able to magically augment the All Mights and Tatsumakis, making them even more powerful. This also makes it more difficult for the Scourge to adapt to them in the field.”

“And my magical artifacts can be used to further enhance the abilities of all three combatants.” Flynn said, looking at Azula as he speaks. “But as powerful as all three of our allies are, they aren’t capable of wielding our most powerful weapons. Only someone channeling divine power can handle the sheer power they possess.”

“This is why we have been waiting for the arrival of someone like you, Little Sister.” Thor #3 stated. “With you channeling the power of Iscanthanalia and wielding the divine weapons from Dr. Carsen’s Library, the battle may yet be won. And our three most powerful warriors, augmented by magic and the most advanced technology at our disposal, will fight by your side.”

“I will do my best to channel Yotforbu’s power. I am ready to begin training at your convenience.” Azula responded.

“May we ask what training and skills you already possess?” Sam asked. This had been a question on everyone’s mind. “We don’t know much of your world, but she said that you were the only version of you not born a firebender?”

“Yes, that is true. On my world, there are four types of bending, which are like quirks except that they are much more limited in scope. Benders are able to manipulate one of the four elements: fire, earth, water or air. Only a special person called the Avatar is able to bend more than one. Firebending is very powerful in the Fire Nation royal family, which is why my parents were very upset when I was born without the ability to firebend at all.” Azula said, looking around at all those gathered at the table.

“But it was for the best. I was recognized at a young age for my intelligence and received a very intense and well-rounded education. Politics, economics, military history, and most importantly, how to utilize my chi using the disciplines practiced by the Order of the Arts Esoteric. Although I wasn’t born a firebender, I was still born with the large amount of chi that all the firebending versions of myself were born with. And my study of the Arts Esoteric allowed me to use my chi to enhance my intellect, my physical abilities, and my emotional control. It may sound immodest, but I was already one of the most talented and intelligent people on my world, and these techniques made me even better.”

“And Yotforbu pushed me to be even better yet. She encouraged me to seek out teachers and knowledge to make myself grow stronger. I am considered to be the deadliest nonbending fighter on the planet, and truth be told, in single combat I can probably take any bender on my world except the Avatar.” Azula sighed. “But this growth made others fear me, including members of my own family. This is why they betrayed me and I chose to join your group early.”

“We’re sorry to hear that your people turned against you, but we want you to know that you are very welcome here.” Sam said, putting a hand on Azula’s arm.

Azula smiled at Sam. “Yotforbu said that you were all good and accepting people. But there were good and accepting people on my world too. I gathered exceptionally talented people to my cause, including a woman was an absolutely brilliant mathematician and logician. With her help, we were able to mathematically model the engravings on an ancient device and create accessories that I can channel chi through.” The entire group watched as the black cloths on Azula’s arms started to wiggle and move around. One came over and gently picked up Sam’s coffee cup. “I can use these cloth tentacles for combat and maneuvering, and my jevalda,” she tapped the tiara she was wearing, “allows me to enhance my senses and improve my accuracy with weapons.”

“That is very impressive,” Sam said. And she definitely meant it.

“And one last gift that Yotforbu bequeathed me was a magical intelligence named Bitok. She calls herself a graphic personality interface. She can overlay graphical information into my vision and store information for later use. It is very handy.”

“That is handy indeed!” Flynn exclaimed. “I would love to study these devices. Perhaps you can make a few items for the Library.”

“Perhaps I can. But Yotforbu said that time was of the essence, so I’m not sure I’ll have a chance to make anything for you. From what I’ve seen, my skills and abilities pale in comparison to those I’ve observed in your coalition.” Azula answered.

“Except that your skills include the ability to channel Iscanthanalia’s power.” Uncle Fester said.

Which brought Sam back to a question she had been dying to ask. “Why do you call Iscanthanalia by the name Yotforbu? Is that what she goes by on your world?”

“No, but she was very cryptic about who she was when we first met. ‘You must earn the right to be given my name, young one.’ So we made up a name for her. We came across the same type of statue of her that I saw in your hall. Where one of my friends grew up, the nickname for a penis was yotzu. She started calling Iscanthanalia by the name Yotzu Four Boob, which we shortened to Yotforbu. Iscanthanalia seemed to like it, so I’ve continued to use it.” Azula gave Sam a smile. “I hope this works because I’ve always wondered what it was like to have a yotzu.”

Azula was a bit intimidated and overwhelmed by everything that she had experienced during her first day with her new allies, but at least she had Yotforbu to help guide her.

“All right, Azula. This will be the first test of your ability to channel my power. It is alright if it doesn’t work correctly the first time.” Yotforbu said as Azula took her place in the training room

“Of course, Yotforbu. I will give it my best try.” Azula answered as Sam #6 helped her put on the transformation uniform. It will grow and adjust to her new form if she is able to grow more breasts and limbs.

Sam smiled and finished tightening the suit. “You’re all ready to go. And don’t worry, the Asgard designed extra space in the crotch for your yotzu.” They both laughed as Sam walked out of the room.

Azula stood alone, although she could sense all the people watching her through the glass and cameras. There was so much to adjust to here, but she knew that she would find her way. She spoke to the waiting crowd.

“I’m going through my warm-up meditations and then I’ll call upon her power.” Azula closed her eyes, leaned her head back a little and began meditating.

Sam #6 watched as Azula began her meditation practice. She found herself interested by this young woman. She had been snatched from a world that was basically going through the industrial revolution and placed into an environment that was centuries, if not millenia, ahead of hers in technology and she had barely batted an eye. Not to mention the aliens and talking animals.

Sam could feel the anticipation in the room. It was like waiting for a new spaceship to launch. They knew that it might not work right away, but Iscanthanalia had faith in Azula, and Sam knows that the girl seemed pretty damn impressive.

Suddenly, Azula opened her eyes, adjusted her stance and spoke out loud. “Let’s do this like we did in the vision. Yotforbu, lend me your strength!”

And everyone sucked in a collective breath as two new eyes sprouted on Azula’s face, just below her normal ones. Her form began to grow and her torso elongated. Suddenly two additional arms sprouted from her shoulder and two extra boobs appeared on her chest. Thanks to the Asgard protecting her modesty, there was no telling if the yotzu was there or not. But apparently the transition wasn’t seamless, because Sam could see her face contorting in pain. Everyone watched in concern as she hunched over, hugging herself.

However, everyone cheered as Azula straightened up to her immense full height and looked down at her new form with a small smile on her face. She stretched and twisted like she was prepping for a workout and then she began moving around and flexing. The room fell silent as she closed her eyes and bowed her head, and another cheer erupted as she suddenly began to exude a golden light and levitated about three feet into the air.

“This feels good, Yotforbu. But I can tell that it will take a little time to get acclimated to this form. But I think that I’m ready to start training.” Azula said as she settled back to the ground.

“You never cease to amaze me, Azula. We will begin your training at the next session.” Iscanthanalia answered, the smile evident in her voice.

All Might #17, codename YagiBear, threw the punch at Little Sister’s face with all his might. Typically, he reserved his full power for only the direst of circumstances, but the first time he pulled his punches against Little Sister she had made him pay. At just over eight feet tall, with four arms and the power of a literal goddess flowing through her, she was an imposing foe.

And even his full power wasn’t a match for her. She simply glided a few inches to the side so that his punch almost grazed her nose. And he was met with two right hooks, on to his chin and one to his abdomen for his trouble. The potent shots launched him across the room and into the specially reinforced wall of the training room. YagiBear bounced off the wall and fell to his knees, the breath knocked out of him. No one had ever hit him that hard before.

And he knew that she was holding back for this training session. He picked himself off as he watched three other versions of himself try to land a blow against Little Sister. She may channel the power of a goddess, but she fights with the skill of a warrior with a lifetime of training. Every version of himself had decades of hero training under their belt, yet none of them could match the prowess of the child before them. She flowed and adapted to every attack, her style and posture constantly changing to keep her assailants off balance.

ToshiBoy attempted to hit her from behind but she simply ducked and twisted to the side, one of her right hands grabbing ToshiBoy’s wrist while the other right hand grabbed him by the neck. She quickly pivoted to the side and used ToshiBoy like a baseball bat to knock YagiDoggie away from her. YagiBear winced in sympathy as YagiDoggie slammed into the wall.

Little Sister proceeded to throw ToshiBoy at the last combatant, YagiNori, who managed to dodge to the side just in time to prevent being clocked by the flying hero. But all he managed to do was jump out of the frying pan and into the fire, because Little Sister was on him before he could even set himself. The spinning kick she landed to his chest sent him flying into the wall just like all the other versions of him.

“That’s a wrap.” The voice called over the intercom. “Three point three seconds. That’s Little Sister’s quickest victory yet.”

“Good job, guys. It’s an honor to train with heroes of your speed and ability. Thank you for your assistance.” Little Sister said as she shrunk down to her normal, diminutive form. YagiBear smiled, as did the other versions of himself. Although YagiNori’s expression was more of a grimace; that last kick looked like it really hurt.

“The pleasure is all ours, Little Sister. Anything that we can do to help you prepare to face the Scourge is an honor and a privilege.” YagiBear answered.

“All right, Little Sister, let’s review the match and go over the energy signatures to see what we can improve.” The voice called over the intercom again.

“Duty calls, gentlemen. Thanks again for everything.” Little Sister says as she begins walking towards the control room. YagiBear smiles again as he exchanges glances with the other All Mights. They all have the same feeling. Hope.

“I don’t have time to teach you all the theory behind magic, but I can show you how to maintain and enhance magic protection spells cast upon you. These will offer even more protection from the forces of the Scourge. With the power of Iscanthanalia, my protection spells, and the Scythe of Ashgenarrog, it is believed that you will be able to unwind the entirety of the Scourge, bringing the entire monstrosity to an end. It all is dependent on destroying the residual body of All for One.” Uncle Fester says.

“And fear not, young lady, for we have two other cool artifacts from the Library to assist in your endeavors. You’re the first person with the requisite skills required to wield them, so I’m excited to see what you do.” Flynn said. Like Azula, he was the only iteration of his self that was recruited. Azula had to smirk at the nerdy glee he showed talking about all the cool artifacts he had in his Library. And she had to agree that they were indeed cool.

“First off, we have the Kelestyne Gauntlets, forged by Hephaestus for Zeus to wield against the Void Walkers; the blood of forty sacrificial virgins was used to forge the gauntlets. The carnage from the gauntlets was so devastating that Zeus swore to never use them again.” Flynn said, pointing at the pair of shiny silver gauntlets with the pattern of lightning bolts curling around. “If you wear these on your secondary arms, it will free up your primary arms to wield the scythe.”

“Forty virgins, huh. I wonder if I spill a little of my blood on it if will improve their power any. Any advantage we can get, right?” Azula joked, looking at the beautiful gauntlets.

“Uhm, well, I doubt that extra blood after they’re formed will help.” Flynn said, looking uncomfortable. Azula had seen this look from the others.

“Don’t let my age concern you, Flynn. I am ready, willing and able to do whatever is needed to win this war.”

“I know you are. We all know you are. But you’re so damn young.” Flynn reiterated. Azula couldn’t contain an eyeroll.

“Yeah, well, I’ll be too old and feeble to fight the Scourge if you don’t hurry up and show me what other cool stuff you have for me.” Azula retorted.

“Sorry, Little Sister. Of course, you’re right. So next we have the Amulet of Threnamastu. This is actually demon forged. Threnamastu was Lucifer’s main metalsmith. His story is actually pretty interesting…”

“Flynn.” Azula said, just a small bit of chi pushed into her voice to get her point across. Flynn will give a four-hour dissertation on the fascinating aspects of divine bellybutton lint if given the chance. It’s best to disrupt the flow early.

“My apologies. But the amulet allows the user to instantaneously move through space and time to any point in the multiverse. But it has a recharge period of two hours so it must be used judiciously. It also requires significant training to guide. Which we will start today.” Flynn said as Azula examined the device.

Azula found the geometrical light displays from wielding Uncle Fester’s brand of magic to be beautiful. Her gold energy glowed and brought a sense of wonder to Azula. It felt so different than channeling chi, yet many of the same mental practices were employed.

She was currently creating what Uncle Fester called a 3-Point Multitudal Shield to protect herself in the three aspects of space. They were working towards the 5-Point Multitudal Shield, but she still needed a little more time and practice to get there.

“Excellent work, Little Sister. Perhaps you can become the Sorceror Supreme of your world.”

“Yotforbu says that your magic doesn’t work in my world. I will have to achieve world domination using just my intelligence, charm and good looks.” Azula answered with a smile.

Uncle Fester chuckled. “I don’t doubt that those three elements would be enough to take over most any world. But I think you’ve got the 3-Point down, so let’s move to the 4-Point.”

“Of course. Show me the way.” Azula dutifully answered. And Uncle Fester indeed showed her the way.

The Grand Council sat to discuss the progress being made in Little Sister’s training. Uncle Fester didn’t like meetings but since he was her primary tutor in all matters of the Mystical Arts, he needed to be there.

Sam Carter #6 was the first up. “Her physical skills are top notch and she’s adjusted well to being Iscanthanalia’s avatar, with only the occasional hiccup as she ramps up the power that she can wield. She is ahead of schedule in her training progress. And all of the counselors and strategists agree that she is exceptionally intelligent and has an impressive understanding of tactics and strategy to go with high level physical combat skills.”

“That is good to hear.” Thor #3 said. “How has her training in the Mystical Arts progressing?”

Uncle Fester was up. “She is demonstrating a solid understanding of the protection spells that I’ve designed for her. She can wield them with proficiency, but I believe that she needs another two weeks of training to achieve full mastery.”

“That is also in line with her weapons training. She has successfully wielded all three of the high-level artifacts from the Library. She is competent but I would like to see additional training to achieve mastery.”

“We anticipated her training go for at least another two weeks, so this is in line with our projections.” Nedzu #13 said. “I believe that it is time for her to begin training with her strike force to begin building comradery and trust.”

“I believe that is a good idea.” General Hammond #19 said. “She is the lynchpin to this operation, but she isn’t going in alone. The entire team must work together to ensure that Little Sister makes it to the target.”

“Has the roster for the team been finalized?” Uncle Fester asked. He knew that he was going to be on the team, so he had a vested interest in seeing who would be fighting by his side.

“Yes. There will be four Dr. Stranges, six All Mights and three Tatsumakis. They will all be outfitted with the most potent magical and technological armaments we can give them.” Nedzu #13 answered, bringing the list of codenames up for the group to review. “They will undoubtedly need them.”

YagiBear was exhausted. The past two weeks of training had been brutal. He was honored to be part of the strike force that would escort Little Sister to the final battle, but today’s session had pushed him to the max. And he could see that the Tatsumakis were tired too.

But even with his fatigue, he couldn’t help but smile at the banter between Young Azula and the Tatsumakis. “You know, Azula, for a spoiled princess from a backwater planet nobody’s ever heard of, you’re doing pretty well for yourself.” Tatiana teased, manually raising a water bottle to her mouth to drink. Apparently, she was too tired to use her telekinesis.

“Why thank you, Tatiana. I’ll be sure to tell your mommy and elementary school teachers how well you’re doing too. It’s truly shocking that the team recruited little kids to join our fight. But good on you for being so brave.“ Young Azula answered, a smug smirk on your face.

He just leaned back and let their banter wash over him as he rested. The girls argued and squabbled constantly, but he could hear the affection in their voices. The Tatsumakis had taken Young Azula as one of their own. They were all brash and sarcastic, so it was no surprise that the kinship between the girls was almost immediate.

And YagiBear trusted them with his life, just as he knew that they trusted their lives with him. It was hard to believe that he was even in this situation sometimes. Three years ago, he was the top hero in Japan, the Symbol of Peace, watching over a relatively peaceful country. He had killed his world’s All for One; the body had been cremated under his observing eye to ensure that he didn’t have some sort of resurrection quirk.

But then he had been approached about fighting an even more terrifying threat. He didn’t want to leave his world, but he understood the danger. And he had been offworld when the Scourge had landed on his Earth and consumed his people. He knew that his presence wouldn’t have stopped them. But that didn’t stop him from feeling worthless, knowing he had done nothing to help them.

But looking over at Young Azula, who was smiling and laughing with the Tatsumakis, he felt hope that he could remove this threat so that no more worlds would be overrun. He truly didn’t care if he lived or died on this mission. All that he cared about was that the mission was completed.

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They had just received word that the location of All for One’s residual body had been located. That was the target. And now that she was ready, it was time to put their plan into action. She would soon pass through a portal to the hellscape home of the Scourge’s quirk infested body.

But first, she wanted to talk to her mentor and guide one last time. Azula meditated on a cushion in front of Yotforbu’s statue, the chi reservoir in her hands. Channeling the chi from the reservoir through her brain, she extended her mind and raised her level of consciousness. Her mind soared and she felt her brain adapting to the sensations. And she felt herself once again in the temple courtyard looking out onto the snowcapped mountains.

“Hello, Azula. The day is finally here. Are you ready?” Yotforbu asked. Azula smiled as the feeling of warmth and acceptance that permeated her soul every time that she met with Yotforbu here.

“Yes, I truly believe that I am. I just wanted to speak with you one last time, here in your temple, and thank you for all that you’ve done for me. I would not be who I am today without your guidance. Win or lose today, I want you to know that I will give it my all.”

“Win or lose, I have no doubt that you will conduct yourself with the grace and ferocity of the warrior-scholar that you’ve become. You’ve stepped up to answer a call that no child should ever receive and brought hope to a people that felt despair at the seemingly impossible task they faced. I am proud of you no matter how today’s battle ends. But I have faith in you and your companions.”

“Thank you. You don’t know how much your words mean to me. But it is time for me to return for the final battle.” Azula looked down, suddenly feeling small and unworthy. “May I get one last hug before I go?”

“Of course, my dear.” Yotforbu’s giant form stepped forward and went to one knee before Azula to help close the disparity in size and engulfed Azula with both sets of arms. All of Azula’s doubts and misgivings fell the wayside in the warm embrace.

“Thank you, Yotforbu. Together we will end the Scourge once and for all today.” Azula said, her mental strength restored and her optimism replenished.

“I look forward to it. It will be my honor to share my power one last time with the Dragoness of the Golden Light.”

Azula felt her consciousness return to her body. She finally completed her meditations and opened her eyes and stretched her arms over her head, enjoying how her chi flowed unhindered through her chakras. She would have to thank Guru Pathik if she ever made it back to her Atla. But that was neither here nor there, because she had a mission to complete.

It was time to prepare for the task at hand. They had the plan, the team was assembled, and she had honed all of the skills needed to complete the mission.

Or so they hoped.

But Azula refused to succumb to insecurities. She had been performing her Mnaimonatic meditations to regulate her emotions with an almost religious zeal. She was focused resolve personified.

Everyone not actively engaged in preparing for the attack seemed to be quietly reflecting. All of their work and effort was to make this day possible. And Azula intended to make sure that it was not all in vain.

Azula sensed Sam #6 approaching, so she stood and bowed to Yotforbu’s statue, just as she did after every meditation session there. She turned and greeted Sam as she came near.

“Hello, Sam. Are we ready to start the preparations?” Azula asked.

“We are. Are you ready?” Sam asked. There was a bit of worry in her aura, so Azula tried to put her at ease.

“Yes, I feel like I’ve been training for this moment my entire life. I am ready, willing and able to get the job done.” Azula smiled at the effect her words had on Sam’s aura. “Now let’s go get my gear.”

“Of course. The Hermiods and Rodneys, along with a few Sams, have finished your battle suit and it is ready to go.” Sam answered as they began making their way to engineering lab. The Hermiods, like all the Asgards she had met, were awesome. The Rodneys not so much. Azula could appreciate their intelligence and versatility, but the whining and constant need for praise was a bit more than she liked to deal with. But for the sake of the mission, she would deal with it and play along.

But the Sams were her favorites here, even more so than the Tatsumakis. Intelligent, focused, good people skills, they were everything that a technical member of a military should be. Frankly, she enjoyed a lot of the SGC people. The Daniel Jacksons had shared a lot of knowledge about how to research ancient people with Azula; she didn’t have as much free time to talk with them as she wanted, but the few times she’d had the chance had been great.

The quirked cast was a lot harder to read. There were only two varieties to choose from. The hyperintelligent stoat-hares that comprised the Council of Nedzu and the loud and jovial All Mights. They were all fine to work with, but she didn’t really trust the Nedzus and there was only so much loudness that she could tolerate. The All Mights would be great if they came with volume controls. But they were awesome teammates.

She enjoyed the verbal spars with the Tatsumakis, even though they were a bit more self-important than Azula thought appropriate. And they all enjoyed teasing the Eli Wallaces.

Speaking of, Azula had hoped to see the final edit of the video interview that Eli #2 had done with her. He had asked her about her world, her training, how she came to be here and what her hopes and dreams were for the future. She had answered everything as honestly as she could. If she won today, she would be hailed as a hero. If she lost, well, the interview would probably never see the light of day.

She was brought out of her thoughts when they arrived at the engineering lab. As usual, only one of each version was present. It made things difficult when too many of the same people were in one room trying to accomplish a task. She would be working with Hermiod #4 and Rodney #6. And she saw Uncle Fester floating in the corner, doing some sort of meditation of his own.

“Greetings, Little Sister. Your suit is ready.” Hermiod said.

“I don’t think it is. Little Sister, listen to this before you make up your mind.” Rodney started, walking up to Azula with one of the little electronic pads that the tech types liked to use. “I’ve got this great new idea for improving the energy dissipation system on your suit. If we redistribute the energy cascade through the convective shielding, we can substantially upgrade your defensive armor. We haven’t had time to test it, but it’s my idea, so we all know that it will work.”

“There is a chance that it will cause temporary fluctuations in shield output, causing the cascade matrix to become unstable. We’ve been over this. It is a brilliant idea, but it needs to be tested.” Sam said. Azula could hear the exasperation.

“Perhaps if you alternate the polarity of the tachyon capture shield and reroute the resulting power through the reflux alternator, the capacitance of the energy signature would improve.” Azula declared.

The three technical geniuses just stared at her. “Well, I felt left out since the rest of you were spouting technobabble. I thought that I should put in my two cents worth.”

“I spouted no technobabble, as you termed it.” Hermiod said. Asgards weren’t nearly as expressive as humans, but she could sense a little offense.

“That’s because you, like all the Asgard I’ve met, are awesome.” Azula answered easily. “No new upgrades to my suit. We’ve agreed upon the parameters and it’s been tested.”

She saw Rodney sulk and Sam smile. Sam was the first to speak. “Well, if you’re ready, you can transform and we’ll fit you.”

“Very well.” Azula stepped behind the modesty screen and took off her clothes; only Hermiod and Sam had access to this area. None of the guys here struck her as perverts, not even Rodney, but they didn’t need to see her four glorious boobs and giant yotzu. She closed her eyes and prepared herself.

When she was ready, she spoke the words. “Yotforbu, lend me your strength one last time.”

‘As you command’ came the answering voice in her head. The two extra eyes opened first, expanding her vision and then she began to grow and her body shifted. Her torso began to lengthen and two small bumps formed under her breasts, growing until a second set of fully formed boobs were achieved. At the same time, two additional arms extended from her torso, while her yotzu grew like a giant python-worm. Her entire body continued to grow in size until she was just over eight feet tall.

And as always, it was a glorious sensation to feel Yotforbu’s power coursing through her. She put on her cloth undersuit and then prepared herself for the armor. She extended her stance to be just wider than shoulder width while holding her head up straight and extending all four of her arms out, making a big X.

“I’m ready to be fitted.” She announced. And then the robot arms and accessories began piecing the armor together around her body. It was a flurry of activity as the specially fitted armor was placed into the appropriate locations and locked together. It was truly a fantastic design that allowed her nearly full range of motion while also ratcheting up her already formidable durability. Finally, everything was in place beside her helmet.

“Please wait while we run diagnostics to verify a complete fitting.” Hermiod requested. Azula patiently waited. “All equipment operating within standard parameters. Fitting completed.”

“I want to thank all of you, as well as the rest of the technical teams, who built this suit. It is an incredible piece of engineering.” Azula said as she walked out into the main part of the room.

“It is our pleasure to support you any way that we can, Azula.” Sam said, smiling up at her. “You’re the one that will set us free from the Scourge.”

“Yes, you are, Little Sister. Now that the suit is completed, it’s time to visit Dr. Carsen and gather your artifacts.” Uncle Fester said, heading to the door. “You’re going to need every weapon in our arsenal today.”

And with that, Azula and Uncle Fester made their way down the halls. She felt every eye in the base turn to her. Some smiled, some were crying, while others waved and wished her luck. Azula made sure to acknowledge each and every person. It had taken a team of thousands of the most talented and intelligent people to prepare this operation. It was like Yotforbu had told her while she was fighting the traitors on Atla. She may be the largest cog, but she was still only one of many. And they would need every cog performing its function to win this battle.

They entered the Artifact Room next. The magical items stored here were so powerful, that only a select few were allowed to enter. And numerous safety measures were in place to ensure that no mishaps occurred. Flynn was there to meet them, looking more somber than she’d ever seen him.

“Hello, Little Sister, you look like you’re ready for my gear. Let’s start with the Amulet of Threnamastu.” Flynn unlocked the amulet’s protective case. “You know the drill.”

“Indeed, I do, Flynn.” Azula opened the repository on her armor as she reached in and gently picked up the amulet. She put the chain over her head and settled the amulet into the specially designed cavity prepared to hold it. Once it was situated, she closed the armor port and the amulet was locked in place. She felt the connection to it; Flynn says there weren’t any demons locked inside it, but Azula wasn’t sure that was right.

“It’s ready for use. Let’s do the Kelestyne Gauntlets next.” Azula said as she walked to the next shielded box.

“They are ready for you. Remember to allow the energy of the artifacts to achieve equilibrium before using them.” Flynn reminded her.

“I will, Flynn. Thank you for training me to use these items.” Azula answered as she slipped her secondary hands into the gauntlets. She braced herself against the upcoming battle of wills. The Kelestyne Gauntlets were sentient and absolutely bloodthirsty. They would only obey her if, and only if, she showed that her will was strong enough.

And her will, especially with the backing of Yotforbu, was up to the challenge. She pushed the will of the gauntlets aside as she prepared them for combat. They writhed and fought against her control, but there was no doubt who the victor would be in this struggle.

“The gauntlets are ready.” Azula announced.

“That means that I’m up.” Uncle Fester said.

“Let’s set the 5-Point Multitudal Shield. Are you ready, Little Sister?” Uncle Fester asked as rings of light appeared around his arms.

“I was born ready.” And rings of light appeared around all four of her arms. And she worked in tandem with Uncle Fester, creating layers of protection spells that were designed to work with the Asgard armor and the Library relics. Everything would be tied together, making the resulting whole much greater than the sum of its parts.

At last, the final shields were in place. She smiled at the two magical doctors. “Everything is a go. Let’s pick up my final weapon and prepare for battle.”

Flynn led her to the final item. It was housed behind the most powerful shields of magic and technology that could be fabricated. The Scythe of Ashgenarrog was the most powerful weapon in the known multiverse. In the wrong hands, it was potentially more devastating than even the Scourge. But with Yotforbu standing beside her, and the fate of the thousands of worlds in the balance, Azula knew that it was the right weapon for the cause.

The Scythe of Ashgenarrog had been forged by Yotforbu’s brother, Ashgenarrog, as a tool to destroy universes that became malignant and threatened the security of the multiverse and beyond. It unraveled time, space and existence for anything that it touched. But not just for the single object it strikes. It has the potential to wipe anything from existence that was currently touching or had ever touched the item. A strike to a single grain of sand could potentially unfurl an entire universe all the way back to the big bang.

Which is why only a being with literal god-given powers could wield it. And even then, it was a terrible weapon that needed to be controlled with exacting precision, lest the power of the scythe extend to neighboring universes and potentially to other spheres of existence. It was a weapon of last resort.

Which is why only one exists in all the innumerable spheres of existence. It had been wielded only three times in the billions of years of its existence. Only the influence of Yotforbu had made it available to this cause, for Ashgenarrog had withdrawn from this plane of existence and interceded only in the direst of circumstances.

Both sets of shields lowered as Azula approached, and she could see it as it laid in its divine holder. It was less a physical object and more a manifestation of divine will. Azula put her hands out and called for it.

And it appeared in her hands, the summons answered. The scythe adjusted to fit the needs of its user. In Azula’s hands, it was just over seven feet long, its sleek black handle blacker than the darkest night, with all light seemingly absorbed and none reflected. The curved blade appeared to be made out of divine light, shining with a flowing glow that was ominous and threatening. Both doctors instinctively took a step back when it appeared in her hands.

But for all its power, there was a concern that it would not kill the residual All for One body unless it was struck directly. As the only portion of the Scourge that was human, it alone had shown the ability to use any level of magic. If it was able to resist the attack from the scythe, it could rebuild the Scourge and be truly unstoppable, for the Scythe of Ashgenarrog had only been loaned to the resistance fighters for one use. If that one shot didn’t work, there would be no second chances.

Azula held the divine scythe in her arms. “It’s time for war.”

YagiBear was geared up and ready to go. He and all the others had been given Asgard suits and magical protection spells to aid them in their fight. Looking around, he saw the fear and determination in each of the team’s eyes. They had only one job.

Make sure that Little Sister made it to the residual body of All for One.

Nothing else mattered. If they all died so that Little Sister landed that one shot, then it was all worth it. They had finally found the body. If he escapes before the blow is landed, who knows how many dozens, hundreds, possibly thousands of worlds may fall before they find him again. He was ready to do his duty.

He heard the gasps as Little Sister approached the portal station. YagiBear had never seen her in her gear before. And he admitted that he was more than a little intimidated. The Asgard armor was black with gold trim, sleek yet exuding power. He could see the shimmering of the gold light from her protection spells. He knew that they were far stronger than anyone else’s; she had learned enough magic to use Iscanthanalia’s power to reinforce them.

She wore intimidating looking gauntlets on one set of arms, while her other arms carried a weapon that sent chills down his spine. They had discussed the Scythe of Ashgenarrog, but he didn’t know exactly what it did. But he felt dread just looking at it.

Little Sister strode down the walkway like a conquering general preparing to address her defeated foes. There was no hesitation, no reluctance, no doubt. He felt his own spirits rise, watching her march towards the dais. This was what they had asked for. A true warrior to channel the strength of a literal goddess while wielding divine weapons.

He looked up at her as she took her place on the podium next to him, her four gold eyes glowing with divine power. She turned and faced the assembled crowd. She spoke in a loud and clear voice.

“Today, my comrades and I will take our righteous battle to the most horrible of enemies. Each and every one of you have struggled and clawed and fought to hold this monster at bay, and I thank all of you for your efforts. Without your support, none of this would have been possible. Our battle has been just and that this is the day the terror ends. Whether we return to you or not, know that we admire and respect all of you and that we are honored to have served alongside you in this epic struggle. No matter what happens, we are carrying you in our hearts and minds.”

She looked to the Grand Council who sat in the adjoining command station. “Is our mission a go?”

“It is, Little Sister. The fleet will assemble at the assigned coordinates upon the closure of your gate. Godspeed!” General Hammond #2 answered.

Azula turned to the others on the dais with her. “Is my team ready to vanquish the evil that haunts our people?”

“Yes!!!” Came the roar from YagiBear and the others. Azula nodded to Uncle Fester and he opened the portal.

“Then today the Scourge will learn what it means to tremble in fear. To victory!!!” Little Sister strode through the portal and disappeared from sight. YagiBear and the others surged after her.

YagiBear was being overwhelmed. They had emerged from the portal onto a bleak and desolate world. But it was the right one. The Scourge had attacked them the moment they emerged. And the three teams had fanned out. Two of the teams had a Dr. Strange, a Tatsumaki and two All Mights. The final team, Little Sister’s team, had two Dr. Stranges, two All Mights and a Tatsumaki. YagiBear was honored to be part of Little Sister’s team.

The onslaught had come but Little Sister waded through them like a hot knife through butter. The lead team surged while the other two teams covered their flanks, making sure that Little Sister fought a forward-facing battle. But resistance was becoming fiercer as they progressed deeper into the remains of a captured city. It looked American, but it could be from a different time and multiverse; dimension hopping was a tricky operation.

An All Might, YagiDoggie, was the first casualty on the hero’s side. He was caught by a swarm and carried away from the battle. The others could only watch in horror as his magical shields were broken and his body was torn apart; they knew not to break formation or the entire operation could be compromised.

A shadow fell over YagiBear and he turned up to see an absolutely massive mechanical being bearing down on them. He was about to attack it when he saw Little Sister point her gauntlets at it and then a swirling black wave flowed forth, engulfing everything before them. He turned away from the slaughter for a moment to fight off enemies of his own, but he was astounded when he turned back to see that everything that was before them was gone. Even part of the ground had been removed.

“Forward, now! We’re close!” And Little Sister dashed forward as the others followed. This could mean that the end is near.

“One hundred and ninety-seven of our ships have been destroyed and another eighty-three are disabled, Supreme Commander,” the helmsman informed Thor #14. His fleet had lost nearly a third of its vessels. But this was the price that had to be paid.

Every ship from every world that they could get access to was involved in this fight. Eight hundred and forty-six vessels had jumped through dimensions to attack the Scourge fleet at the location of All for One’s residual body. They had to protect the portal blocker that they had brought along. As long as that ship survived, they could prevent the Scourge from other dimensions jumping to this one to assist the residual All for One body. And it prevented the body from leaving this dimension. But the blocker only worked so long as the ship was stationary and close to the target.

So they were, as the humans like to put it, sitting ducks.

The first Scourge ships had reached them less than fifteen minutes after the coalition fleet began blocking the portals. And less than an hour after that, they were being overwhelmed. But they would fight until the bitter end. If Little Sister didn’t strike All for One’s residual body down, it wouldn’t matter anyway.

There were only six of them left and five of them were running on fumes. But Little Sister says that they are nearly there. YagiBear, ToshiNori, Tatiana, Toodles and Uncle Fester were all that remained with Little Sister. Two All Mights, Two Tatsumakis and one Dr. Strange. Granted, he was the strongest Dr. Strange.

But Little Sister was still an unstoppable force. “Now, through the opening. He’s close but I don’t know exactly where.” Little Sister shouted as she again used her gauntlets to smash through the wall. Again, the swirling black wave came forth. But too YagiBear’s horror, the wall remained. Severely damaged, but it remained.

Well, it remained for a moment. Because Little Sister had already moved forward and smashed what was left of it. And YagiBear saw the millions of mechanical creatures before them swarm Little Sister. YagiBear and the others surged forward to join the fray. The battle was intense and he felt overwhelming fatigue.

ToshiNori was the first to fall, Toodles succumbing moments later.

“Supreme Commander, the Scourge are boarding the blocker ship,” the helmsman said.

Thor could only watch the display. His ship had lost all propulsion and was floating helplessly in space. Attack teams were fighting a losing battle to hold back the Scourge drones that had invaded his vessel.

“We must stay steady. The true battle lies with Little Sister.” Thor answered. But his heart despaired when he saw the Scourge destroy the blocker ship, the bright flare visible to the naked eye even through the distance of space.

Uncle Fester and Tatiana had fallen. YagiBear followed in Little Sister’s wake as she smashed through the remaining drones. “Dammit, he’s close. I just can’t find him.” She growled through the intercom.

And YagiBear’s heart sank when indicator light came on. The interdimensional portal blocker had been destroyed. He saw a purple disc appear about two hundred meters away.

“There you are.” YagiBear heard the smile in Little Sister’s voice as she disappeared in flash of gold light at the exact same moment a burst of gold light appeared next to the purple disc, and he watched, with tears of joy in his eyes, as the shining light of the divine scythe swung through the air and struck a humanoid figure.

And then he saw nothing as he was blinded by an overwhelming flash of light.

The Scourge drones were on the bridge of his ship. Only a few dozen of their fleet were still fighting. But Thor would defend his ship and his comrades to his dying breath. He took aim at a drone on the ceiling when it suddenly disappeared in a flash of white light.

Looking around, he saw that they were all gone. “Hermiod, what happened?”

“All of the Scourge vessels and drones have disappeared. The energy signature is in line with the models for the Scythe of Ashgenarrog.” Hermiod asked.

“That means that Little Sister completed her mission.” Thor answered. “That is indeed good news.”

YagiBear struggled to his feet. He was exhausted and his eyes hurt from the blinding white light that had enveloped everything around them. He saw Uncle Fester slowly making his way over to him; he looked exhausted and half dead, but he had survived. And that was pretty much everything that he saw, except for the mangled bodies of his fallen comrades. Everything else for miles around seemed to be gone.

“It appears that Little Sister struck true.” Uncle Fester said. “But where is she?” YagiBear looked around, but there was no sign of her.

“I saw that the blocker was gone and a portal formed. Then Little Sister teleported and struck something with the Scythe of Ashgenarrog. It appeared humanoid, so it was probably the residual body. But I was blinded by the flash of white light. This is all that was left once I got my vision back.” YagiBear explained.

“You saw more than me, my friend. I was trapped underneath a mountain of drones until they disappeared. I see our friends who fell in battle, but not Little Sister.” Uncle Fester said, looking downcast. “I fear that the energy of Iscanthanalia and the Scythe of Ashgenarrog was too much for even her to handle.”

Scout ships had been sent to every known world that had fallen to the Scourge. All that they found was residual traces of the Scythe of Ashgenarrog’s power at each stop. The allies celebrated their victory.

But they also mourned the fallen. Over twenty-seven thousand casualties were recorded at was dubbed the Battle of Little Sister. And no one had been able to determine the fate of the girl that had saved the multiverse.

They tried to communicate with Iscanthanalia through her statue, but no answer was ever given. Everyone assumed that Azula had perished during the battle, although one odd occurrence put doubt into some minds. All of the personal items she brought to the station had disappeared when she used the Scythe of Ashgenarrog.

But when they analyzed the energy signature, it was not from the Scythe of Ashgenarrog. And even more confusing was a stone statue of a two headed, six armed, three boobed woman they found lying on Little Sister’s bed. It took a while for the Daniel Jacksons to find out what it was, but it gave them all a little bit of hope.

The figure’s name was OrkaHaalu, and they were known as a Goddesses of Chaos in a few scattered worlds.

But most importantly, they were the daughter of Ashgenarrog and the niece of Iscanthanalia.