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The Final Frontier

          BOOM!

The side of the massive freighter blew open, a squad of seven large armoured lizards poured into the starship’s halls, opening fire upon every living being they saw. The lizards tore through the human soldiers, blood splattering the walls. In a desperate attempt to defend themselves, the humans opened fire on the intruders, their laser bolts glancing off the thick alien armour.

          “Retreat!!” shouted a commanding officer, “We can’t stop them!!”

The humans backed up farther into their ship, pulling away from the unstoppable enemy. Blast marks from both sides spoiled the purity of the white chrome walls, blood splashed across the floors. Alien lizards stormed across the bodies of their foes, destroying everything in their path with brutal ferocity. Suddenly, a large projectile erupted through the smoke, ripping into the crowd of aliens. The bullet tore apart their armour with its explosion, leaving their reptilian skin open. A thick smoke filled the hallway, spreading chaos and fear throughout all the troops, both human and alien alike. From within the cloak, cries of agony and pain went up, the coarseness of the voices signified their alien origin.

          “What’s going on?!”

          “Someone get the ventilation systems online!”

          “Find out what’s happening!!”

Cries from the human militia were thrown across the room, barking orders and asking frantic questions. Pretty soon, the ventilation system was back online, pumping the smoke out of the hallways. As it cleared, the bodies of the reptilian aliens lay about the corridor, their skin and armour destroyed by clean cuts and wounds. Standing amidst the fresh bodies was a thin but well-built young man. He was wearing a navy blue and black uniform. In his hand was a straight bladed ninja sword dripping with purple hued blood, clearly the essence of the beasts soaking his blade. Around his head sat a turquoise bubble, a barrier against the vacuum of space.

          “Paean,” He said in a commanding voice. “Seal the hole back up.”

A girl in identical armour stepped out from a corner, a similar blue-green bubble around her head.

          “Aye aye Vanguard!” She flipped open a scroll that she was carrying on her back, spilling paint on it with a brush. “Avasta Kira Forae!”

A large turquoise barrier formed in the hole in the wall, solidifying into a glass-like window. With that problem solved, Paean took down the bubble helmets from her and Vanguard’s heads.

          “First we find ourselves in a war against a cyborg Nazi commander with futuristic tanks, then, we land in an intergalactic battle against space lizards. How much weirder can Wonderland get?” Van asked as he cleaned his sword.

          “Well, there are a lot of your friends we need to save. So, the diversity of the worlds will be as great. Meaning, the worlds may just get weirder.”

          I wonder who we’ll find here… He thought to himself.

As he sheathed his sword, a large muscular man strode towards him. The man was of African heritage, having three long scars dug into his face, more than likely caused by one of the aliens. In his thick armour, and with the large laser cannon in his hands, he was quite the intimidating sight.

          “Greetings…stowaways.” He said in a menacingly deep voice. “How you got on my ship is in question, but, however you did, I am glad you are here. Your valour just now was very impressive. I’ve never seen anyone take on the Tuatarians with such bravery.” The man turned back around to them, “I’m Captain Earhart Jr. Please, join our side. We need more soldiers like you two.”

          “Wait…why are you fighting them? Can’t you just talk it out??” The ever-benevolent Paean asked.

          “Well. This galaxy is under control of the Galactic Council. The Tuatarians were a part of this, as well as the humans. But, they were a violent group, causing many fights to break out in the meetings. For this crime against peace, they were excused from the Council. Since then, they’ve caused whatever trouble they could, their latest threats being the attacks on peaceful trade vessels that make their way out here. The Council sent me and my crew out here to quell these attacks.”

          “What’s our place in this conflict?” Vanguard asked.

          “I want you to join us. Your skill in battle is invaluable. We need more soldiers like you. So, will you join our cause?”

Paean looked to Van, who nodded.

          “For now, yes sir. We’ll stay with the fight until we find our friend.”

          “Your friend is on this ship? Who? Are they a soldier of mine?”

          “Honestly sir.” Van chuckled as he said it, “We have no clue.”

…      “That brat and his team has destroyed Streicher… and saved that friend. He could become a major problem.”

A long white table was stretched out on a pure white floor, the ceilings and walls around it pitch black. On each side of the table sat a cloaked man, on each of the long sides sat six more. At one end sat a man with two more cloaked men behind him acting as guards.

          “Calm yourself Xen.” The man said. “Even if he manages to pass another world, our sister K will stop him for sure. He’s no match for the Zodiacs.”

          “And what about our trump cards?” Xen replied.

          “Well, I forgot all about them.” A cage lowered from the darkness as another cloaked man came from the dark. “We still have the Phoenix, and our friend Nine.”

Inside the cage was Phoenix, bound about the hands and blindfolded. Next to the cage stood a tall darkly garbed man, the thief who recently broke his way into Wonderland.

          “I’m ready to serve my purpose master.” He said in reply.

          “Soon my brethren, soon. Soon, the path to the Yin and the Yang will be opened, and the real world and all its power will be ours!!”

“Yes?”

          Climax mode is a final battler sequence in which the hero is given a chance to finish off his or her opponent. If you succeed, you’ll end the boss fight, if you fail, the boss wins and you’ll have to start over the fight.

The world they were in suddenly went dark, a desolate battleground replaced the sunset hill, a fiery red sky full of dark clouds hovered above. Across from Vanguard was Streicher, his miniguns aimed at the boy.

          “Let’s end this now kid!”

He leapt towards Van, guns opening fire upon him; the bullets either glanced off his blade or barely missed him. Van attacked back with righteous fury, slashing his blade at his opponent. Some, but very few attacks connected, missing the enemy by a hair. Van kicked away the weapons, leaving the boss open. As he was about to slash, he disappeared behind Streicher, in an instant, Van slashed apart the two tubes that attached his weapons to his body, spilling black liquid everywhere. The boy then reappeared in front of him.

          “Climax finale!!”

He slashed in a downwards arc onto his foe, slashing across his face and chest. Streicher’s HP bar shattered, and they were returned to Guillotine Hill. As Vanguard landed, a ‘level up’ screen appeared in front of him and Paean. He reached level 8, and she reached level 9. Another screen popped up in front of him.

PAY 15 POINTS TO LEARN

“DEEPGROUND STRIKE”?

          “Yeah.”

          To use Deepground Strike, charge your sword as you would for a normal charge attack, as you unleash it, say the word “Deepground.”

As Van read this, Streicher had pulled himself back up.

          “Damn it. You may have bested my drive mode, but, I have one final trick up my sleeve!!”

He jumped into the colossal tank, charging it up; he aimed the largest barrel at Vanguard, a large yellow beam splashed across the ground as he leapt out of the way. As the smoke from the explosion of the energy cleared, there was figure standing upright in front of the barrel’s line of sight. The figure was Penguin, now garbed in the soldier uniform, a large cylindrical weapon strapped across her back.

          “Unleash…1942 Demolisher.”

She whipped the weapon around and off her back. It snapped together in a matter of four seconds, then launched. A huge cone shaped projectile blasted through the air, colliding with the front of the Alpha Tank. Taking out a third of its HP bar.

Streicher struck back, launching a barrage of missiles and bullets at Penguin, who stood calmly as they all bounced off her.

          “Who the hell are you!?” The admiral demanded.

          “I am Penguin. Heir to Battalia, daughter to the Braton lineage, master of the Demolisher Drive, and a friend of Jalen’s.” She aimed her bazooka straight at the tank, “and, the woman who ended the siege of Admiral Nikita Streicher!”

3, 2, 1. The weapon discharged. Blasting and tearing through the hull of the tank, destroying it in an instant. Flames erupted from the machine, melting the sides down. The body of Streicher was nowhere to be seen. Penguin’s armour faded away into hexagonal plates that disappeared into the air, leaving her in a long T-shirt and leggings. Seeing Vanguard, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.

          “I knew it was you!! Ever since we were at the graves, and you told me about your pain, memories have been coming back! I knew it was you…” She sniffled a tiny bit, “It was…just like the past…”

Vanguard glanced at Paean, who was equally confused.

          “Whoa, what are you talking about??”

          “I’ve been here in this world for what has felt like my entire life, but, it couldn’t have been more than a few days. Awhile back, I was peacefully reading a book in my house in Texas, then; these freaky black vines came from nowhere and pulled me into a black portal thing. It was in there I could feel my memories of the real world being taken from me, and new memories filling my head about this girl in a war-ravaged town. Then, you and your friends showed up, and my memories started to return.”

          “Wait…you’ve been trapped here??” A very confused Vanguard asked. “I thought something seemed odd…but, is it really you??”

He looked over at Paean, who was silent. Van grabbed her by the shoulder, demanding an answer.

          “This all started in the early days of the game.” She began at last. “When we first tested the game itself. There was a world already developed. The door to it existed, but, was impossible to open. This, anomaly, was something none of us created, a program the created itself. We called it Yin and Yang, a system that demanded us to find someone who understands ‘light’ and ‘dark,’ someone who understands equilibrium. So, the hunt began. Everyone tried to access it on the development team, all failed. Even the creator of the game, Frost, had failed. They didn’t let us intern students, like me, try, because we didn’t work there. So, he locked it away for awhile, not bothering to open it yet. As we finished the Beta version. Something about Frost changed; he seemed to be even hungrier to open that program up. So, we issued a contest to start, drawing in gamers from anywhere and everywhere to try their hand at the game, trying to find someone to access it. That’s where you and Phoenix came in. You two were his next targets…”

          “…and, I’ve discovered that you, Vanguard. Are the player I’m looking for, the one to open the door!!” A hologram of Frost Dillinger himself, “Will you assist me in my quest?”

Van and the group turned to the hologram.

          “Explain why Penguin here is in the game…and where Phoenix is!!”

          “Phoenix, tried to hack the game, for that, I have her being held prisoner in my game, her mind and memories and heart are all shattered.” Van winced at the mention of her fate.

          “Let her go!!”

          “Find her. And maybe you can save her.” Frost returned to his explanation. “And Penguin? She’s one of my…assurances that you will assist us.”

          “One of?? Explain yourself!!”

          “I have trapped twenty-seven, after researching you and diving into file after file about you, of your friends and family members within the world of Wonderland. Unless you want them all to die, you will help us.”

Vanguard launched himself up into Frost’s face.

          “And what if I don’t want to help you? Bastard.”

          “Your loved ones won’t be safe for much longer.”

          “I won’t help you! I will find them all and save them!! Then, I will find you and kill you!”

The man laughed evilly.

          “Kill me? Much less find me? Impossible. You’ve no time, in fact, no time at all. You’re late boy, late, for a very important date. I have your girl. And, if nothing else, she won’t last much longer. Won’t this be interesting? Save your friends? Or save your fiancée? It’s your choice. But, you only have enough time to save one or the other.”

The hologram disappeared, leaving Vanguard to collapse to the ground.

          “Dammit, dammit, dammit!!”

          “Jalen?” Paean asked.

He ignored her. The ground beneath face was wet, his agony obvious.

          “I honestly didn’t know about this. I’m only an intern student, and a greeter to boot. The siblings didn’t let me in on anything.”

          “Shut up.” He replied. “I don’t want to hear it.”

          “Please! Trust me!! I will do anything to help you save them all!! Anything!”

          “I will too.” Penguin piped up. “I’ll help you save our friends.”

PENGUIN

JOINED THE TEAM!

Vanguard stood up, wiping his eyes as he turned to Paean.

          “If you have anything you’re not telling me, I suggest you do it soon.”

She shook her head, signaling the lack of secrets. Penguin put a hand on his shoulder.

          “We can do this, don’t worry!”

A blinding white door pulled itself out of the ground, the newborn team of allies and friends more determined than before to continue on…

…      “Alright. I bought these earlier, so I’d say it’s time we use them.”

Vanguard pulled the three rebel uniforms out from under his bed. Handing one to D and one to Paean, he told them to get dressed quickly. Paean left to change alone, leaving the two men in their room. In three minutes or so, they were already, completely armoured in the rebel uniform. It consisted of a blue long sleeved jacket pulled together by a zipper, shoulder pads, elbow pads, black fingerless gloves, and a Kevlar chest plate. She was also wearing a black leather belt which held up a blue dust cape and three pouches, combined with shin and knee armour, and skin tight blue leggings. Vanguard and D wore identical uniforms to her, except the leggings were replaced with a pair of baggy blue pants.

          “Are you two ready??” She asked sighing.

          “Just about.” Van said as D nodded, kneeling to the ground. “One last thing.”

He pulled out his pen, quickly drawing out a revolver, a shuriken, and a short sword.

          “What the heck are you gonna do with one shuriken?” D asked judgingly.

          “Watch this.” Vanguard said as he let his hand hover over the ninja star. Whispering something, an orange flash shone in his palm. Instantly, twenty shuriken copied them out from the original. “The pen has the ability to regulate how many of each weapon I can make.”

He stored the weapons in his armour and pouches, signaling for the team to prepare.

          “Let’s go.”

… Vanguard, Paean, D, and Roy waited patiently with the fake commander on top of Guillotine Hill. At five minutes to five o’clock, they finally saw the admiral make his way towards them, followed by a large historically inaccurate tank. Sweat gathered on Van’s brow as waiting in the heat of the summer evening while wearing a facemask became exhausting. The machine rolled to a stop, the side hatch to the tank opened up, allowing seventeen soldiers, Streicher, and Penguin to pile out. As he reached the top of the hill, he stopped ten feet from the ‘commander.’

          “This is your commander? Hmm…did you bring the deed to the town?” Streicher demanded, “Here is the girl.”

          “Here it is,” The commander handed over the document. “The town is now yours.”

Taking the papers, the admiral threw Penguin to the ground. 

          “And here is your pathetic girl!”

He turned away from the group with the deed, then, stopped halfway down.

          “So that any resistance is less likely, here’s a parting gift.”

Streicher spun back around, whipping out a concealed pistol. He fired it, sending a bullet straight through the ‘commander’s skull. He aimed his weapon downward at Penguin.

          “Now! The sole heir!”

BANG!

The gun went off. Blood splattered across the grassy hill. Penguin looked up to see Roy standing in between the gun and her, his arms stretched out in defense of the girl.

          “M-mr. Roy?”

          “I’m sorry Penguin,” He sniffled; tears and blood soaked his face.  “I’m sorry it has to be this way. My body moved faster than my brain. But, I don’t regret…” He coughed up blood. “I-I…I don’t regret my actions. Lead your people well, take care of them, do what you know your parents would want you to do. Don’t let their sacrifice be in vain, live on and show them what a strong woman you can be.”

He collapsed to the ground.

          “Roy!!” Penguin’s screamed echoed across the plains.

          “Be strong my girl. Make me and your parents proud.”

 He smiled at her one last time, then, drew his last breath. Penguin cradled his head in her arms, sobbing.

          “So…the fool sacrificed himself for you. What a waste. And now,” The admiral aimed at her again. “…you will die.”

A small object buzzed through the air, slicing through the pistol, causing it to erupt into a tiny ball of flames. Streicher turned his attention to the three soldiers on the hilltop. One, a male, had a large metal gauntlet on his right arm, the other, female, a scroll and paintbrush in hand. The middle warrior held a shuriken in his right hand.

          “Who are you?!” The admiral demanded fiercely.

The middle soldier ripped his mask off, revealing the face of the ‘mercenary.’

          “You…how dare you betray me!?”

          “Your pay sucks. And I believe in the Rebellion’s cause more than I do yours.”

          “Short and to the point as always boy, but, I’m about to obliterate this town and everyone in it. So kindly, move.”

Vanguard stood his ground.

          “I think not.”

          “I order you to move!!”

          “You murdered Penguin’s parents and her caretaker! For that, you will pay!”

          “You? And your measly friends? Against my platoon, my Alpha Tank, and me? That’s pure insanity!”

          “No, I’m not insane, much. But, I’ll beat you into the ground no matter what!” He turned to his team. “Paean, take care of Penguin, D, follow me!”

D leapt into the air, slamming his fist into the ground as he made contact with it not four feet from the platoon. The impact of the attack sent them all flying backwards, knocking every one of them off their feet. At this moment of weakness, Vanguard jumped in, slaying the soldiers with his revolver. Turning upon the boy, Streicher threw a punch at him, only to have it blocked by D, who counterattacked with a similar punch, which knocked the admiral backwards into a tree.

          “D! Switch out!”

Van leapt backwards towards Streicher while D made a move towards the soldiers. Pulling two shuriken out of his holster, Van slid them on to his middle fingers, clutching them as if they were brass knuckles. He lunged at the admiral, who brought his hands up into a block, catching the blades in his palms. Oddly enough, the blades glanced off his hands with a clang of metal. D continued to pound away at the troops, crushing them beneath the weight of his armoured fist. Smashing the last soldier down into hexagonal plates, he turned his attention to Vanguard and Streicher, who were staring each other down.

          “Gah…” The admiral swore as he removed his gloves, “I’ve never had to fall back on this before!!”

Rolling up his sleeves, the man revealed very unearthly arms. They were made of inorganic materials, consisting of metals and plastics of various sorts, forming bionic arms instead of biological ones. He pressed both palms into the dirt, soaking up an odd visible energy from the ground. As he did, his arms reshaped themselves, his fingers forming into five long barrels held together by a brace. In a matter of seconds, he was wielding two large miniguns in place of his hands. A large HP bar formed over his head.

          “Blast! Siege of the West Gate!”

          Here we go…Vanguard thought to himself; another boss fight to deal with…

He leapt at the foe, unsheathing and swinging his short sword as he did. Streicher blocked the attack with his ‘arm,’ knocking the sword away. With the other gun, he blasted Van in the stomach, the force of the attack throwing him through the air and knocking out a load of hit points.

          “Gotcha!” Paean yelled as she caught him midair. “D, take over for a sec!”

          “No problem!” He jumped back into the fray, striking Streicher in the face.

          “Dang…” Vanguard said. “He’s so strong. I can’t even do any damage to him.”

D dodged and weaved through the flurry of bullets and he attempt counterattack after counterattack. He landed a couple hits on Streicher’s chest, barely nicking the health bar.

          “How do we stop him??”

          “I can’t say I know. Gira and Frost programmed the bosses. They were very secretive about those characters.” She told Van as she healed his wounds. “They wouldn’t even let me in on them.”

They watched as the pair battled across the hill, using their less-than-human arms as clubs and hammers, blocking, attacking and evading with powerful fury.

          “Hm…” Paean said thoughtfully as she finished healing Vanguard, “It seems Streicher is equally good at close combat and ranged combat. I really can’t see a weakness.”

          “Frick! I’m over!!”

D crashed to the ground, his body slowly collapsing into hexagons.

          “D!!” Paean screamed.

She and Vanguard rushed over to their downed friend.

          “Sorry guys, I’m done for. Anything you want me to do while I’m back on earth?”

          “Move us.” Van said. “Move our bodies and the console back to our apartment. We can’t have us all sitting in that warehouse forever.”

          “Got it. I’ll see you guys soon…” His body fell apart. “Aim for…the…tubes…”

D whispered as he fell into a pile of plates.

          “Bwahahaha!! I’ve killed one of you! Your defeat is imminent!”

Vanguard drew his blade again.

          Tubes? What tubes?? He studied the boss, searching for ‘tubes.’ Then, it hit him, Tubes! I see it!!

Van threw himself at his foe, blade swinging as he did. He and the boss caught themselves in an exchange of fierce blows. In a quick second of weakness in the boss, Vanguard kicked his foot into Streicher’s stomach, sending him flying to the ground. A screen popped up in front of him.

ENTER CLIMAX?

Blitzkrieg

          “Here you are…”

Streicher commented as he turned his attention from his meal to the swiftly approaching Vanguard. He set down his silver spoon, wiping clean his mouth of any food debris.

          “Did you accomplish my task?”

          “Better. I can hand deliver the commander to you.”

          “How do you plan on doing that?”

Vanguard shoved a small being towards the Admiral. The prisoner’s hands were tied behind their back and there was a coarse potato sack over their head. The admiral tore the bag off, revealing the girl Penguin.

          “The commander would do anything to ensure her safety, possibly even trade over the town to you.”

Streicher shoved the girl to her knees as he threw himself back into his chair. Once comfortable, he rested his muddied up boots on her shoulder.

          “What are suggesting then, mercenary?”

          “Set up a ransom point with him, trade the girl back for the town. Once the town is yours, nothing could stop you. Oh, and pay me.”

The admiral sat back, his hand folded in front of his face.

          “You’ll get your reward. I appreciate your work, but, I’ll take the, negotiations from here. Your pay is in the corridor. Now that I have this girl, I can begin my true plans.” He pulled Penguin up by her hair, “It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

The guards stationed in the room forced Van out of the room, locking the gates behind him. He grabbed the xyl from a decrepit tabletop, and left the base…

…      “What?!” Roy was clearly furious. “He didn’t consider you suggestion??”

          “Not at all. He’s gonna be working his own strategy from here on out. I’m sorry. I did my best.”

In rage, the elder man slammed his fist into the table.

          “That bastard. He has my dear girl.”

          “Unfortunately.” Vanguard agreed, crossing his arms. “But we can strike back still.”

          “What are you saying?”

          “We’ll attack his base. Destroy it and him, all the while making saving Penguin the top priority.”

Suddenly, a messenger burst in, a letter in his hand. He saluted Roy, who returned the gesture. The soldier passed him the note.

          “Sir! One of the admiral’s men brought this!”

The elder man thanked him, reading the letter as the young messenger left.

          “The admiral is going with your plan! He wants to meet with the commander of the rebels at Guillotine Hill at five o’clock tonight. He says to bring a signed document signing over the town to him. He promises to return the girl if we do.”

          “Sounds legit. But, how do we know he’s not lying?”

          “We’ll bring along a random soldier, having him play ‘commander.’ Then, we have you and your team and I dressed as normal soldiers just in case something happens. I may not look like it, but, when it comes to combat, I am a master swordsman.”

          “I’m sure you are sir. I don’t doubt that. The plan sounds good, but, will it work? It’s got too many risks.”

          “It better. That girl means everything to me.” Roy’s eyes welled with tears. “I’ve raised her since she was a child. If I was to lose her, I don’t know what I’d do…”

Vanguard put a hand on his shoulder.

          “We’ll get her back, I promise.”

So, it’s come to my attention that some people are confused about the characters. Okay:Vanguard’s friends are all based on people I know. They use their real names once and then spend the rest of the series with their code names. Here is a list of the heroes and their code names.

Jalen-Vanguard

Phoenix

Jerzy-Arcangel

Christian-Data

Brandon-Scarecrow

Katherine-Diva

Paulina-Lamb

Becca-Blossom

Luke-Goblin

Erika-Dove

Adonice-D

Sarah S.-Kat

Hannah-Mars

Tristan-Snow

Valerie-Comet

Caitlyn-Penguin

Owen-Owl

Michael-Fish

Rose-Rose

Alec-Eminem

Rachel-Panda

Meredith-Redd

Michael E.-Bloo

Ian-Nine

Savannah-Peach

Genna-Dagger

Alexandria-Strawberry

Jonathan-Hatchet

Jono-Ghost

Katie-Dew

Other characters:

Arianna-Paean

The Dillingers and Bosses have no basis in reality, fictional characters specifically.

The Zodiacs also are completely fictional.

Peace.