Dial M For Megaladon (Ch. 9)

The Emperor awoke with a jagged headache, and what was left of his hair a perfect wreck. He stumbled out of his lavish bed into his bathroom commode, to the bathroom mirror. He peered into it, admiring his reflection, until he saw the heavy purple baggage under his eyelids, and the frown marks that lined his mouth and eyes, His face looked like a road map now, of a large city, with hundreds of roads leading to nowhere. He groaned, and rubbed his eyes with his fists, and closed his eyes tightly. He was getting too old for this, he thought to himself. He looked deeply, further.

"I feel a great disturbance in the force." He muttered under his breath. There were renegades among him, he knew, and that at any moment they had the power and the ability to betray him. He had to hold out a little longer, just a little bit longer, until-

Until what? He was old and boring? Never. He aged well, he believed. He was more of a fine wine than, say, a loaf of moldy bread. He aged decently, and he looked quite handsome, but the last 18 or so years were finally catching up to him. His regret of losing what was once so near and dear to him was getting harder to forget. He needed this last, final victory. The Lady was still alive and well out there, and there was no room for the two of them in this galaxy. Once he defeated her, he could die happy. And maybe, he could find what he had lost so many years before.

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The group of renegades had long abandoned the little igloo in search of the rebel fort. The Arctic Goats tromped on through the snow, while Cornelius pranced and frolicked through the snow with grace and wonder. Even though he had lost most of his magic by being on Earth, he never forgot who he was, or where he came from. Megaladon gripped his mane tightly, and was trying hard not to laugh too much. This was a serious situation, indeed- what with the upcoming battle and all.

"How much further?" She yelled behind her, to the rest of her friends. "I think Magikarp is getting pretty antsy being in his pokeball, and all. I mean, he hasn't used Tackle in like, a million years!"

"Eh, not too long, now. I'd say, eh, 'bout- now!" Chester yelled out as he came to a tight halt at a long flag pole marked with nothing, except for a small red button protruding from the pole.

M. Cassie and Ninja led the goats around the pole, while Megaladon as hard as she could to suppress her giddiness.

Chester pressed the button a number of times, in typical morse code fashion:

- .... . | --. .- -- . 

The ground shook and quook and the ground sunk at a steady rate.

down down down they went, deep into the treacherous black of the ground. the sky was but a pin prick in the sky, when they settled at the bottom. A small figure walked towards them, shrouded in shadow and mystery.

"Who is that?" Megaladon shivered.

"'Tis a new character, mate! 'er name is Wikipedia Angelica."