The Unity/ Chapter 5

Location: Dwarka

Human time: 600 hours/ 6:00 am

Writer: The Examiner


   Greetings to whomever is reading. My name is Vlado, but almost every being in the Multiverse refers to me as the Examiner. You can refer to me through either name. It makes little difference to me. Some have asked me how I will continue on with my life now that a majority of the biggest war criminals have been purged from our day. Aside from exploring the furthest corners of the multiverse, that’s about it. While my friend’s grandchildren will be raising families of their own, I will continually provide new historical and scientific discoveries to society. However, I’m not done explaining how history has lead up to now. Societies like the HCA and the UGF try to erase specific events from their history and hide them under the rug, but if you received a front row seat to the carnage like I did, things that happened during those events will never escape your mind no matter how much societies will try to make you think otherwise.

   In previous documents, I have given you quite a lot of information on the campaigns of the Travelers, as well as the Rioters. I’ve described how each side were gaining near complete control over the separate realities they ended up in. I described that the Travelers ruled over an ancient version of the human race called the United Space Alliance, and the Rioters resurrected the late General Grievous to do their dirty work. However, this sadly wasn’t as simple as good versus evil. Like many galactic conquests, a third party was involved. In an earlier document, the Rioters informed the new Perfidious about a possible rival named “The Programmer”, and be on the lookout for him. But what the Rioters didn’t realize is that The Programmer was gaining more power than what they would have previously have been comfortable with. Another thing they didn’t know was that The Programmer didn’t have his sights set on the reality that both Jason Urn and I originated from, even though he knew full well that it existed. Like the Rioters, The Programmer wanted allies to achieve his goal. He gained them through his discovery of the separation of reality.

The Rioters nor the Travelers wanted to enter the unstable portions of the rifts like I accidently did in the previous document because they didn’t want to encounter each other by mistake. The Programmer used these rifts to create his army to conquer every universe that he knew of. One these realities he found interesting. The source of his interest was a version of Earth, but is was free of Human life. The Human race of that world created a program they called “Sky net”, and created it to use all warfare like technology to protect them. Instead, Sky net took control of it, and used it to wage war against its very creators. In response, Humanity resisted in hopes that they would eventually destroy their greatest mistake. Unlike a different version of this reality, Humanity never reached that victory. Sky net became the new ruler of Earth, and every glimpse of Human life was no more. Sky net assigned its “Terminators” to forever roam the world , and the program achieved the ultimate curse. It no longer had a reason to exist. But as time went on, The Programmer made a reason for it. Sky net tried to resist, but it was changed to forever serve the Programmer. The Programmer controlled Sky net like a dog, as well as the billions of Terminators it created. Knowing that his quest of conquer would be a monumental task, The Programmer found the perfect place to create his new monarchy.

   In another reality that you may be familiar with, there was a planet named Dwarka. The Programmer watched as the UNSC settled on it, and made it one of their colonies. But shortly after the year 2525, the world was attacked by the Covenant. The humans of that world were cruelly defeated with the few ships they had, and they were destroyed. All contact with the world was lost, and the Covenant were about to glass the planet. But the Programmer decided to intervene. With a planet sized army at his disposal, he wanted to put it to the test. When the glassing was about begin, thousands upon thousands of ships came out of nowhere. Before the Human-Covenant War, the Covenant analyzed the Humans so knew what they were up against. When the Terminators attacked the fleet above Dwarka, they were taken completely off guard. The Terminators were a foe the Covenant never faced. When one ship after another fell, they began to panic fire in every direction. But the machines kept boarding, and taking each Covenant ship after the other. It’s interesting that the Programmer built ships for the Terminators to get them off of their world. He even made some that were specifically designed for boarding. When the Terminators fought the Covenant, the Programmer ordered his soldiers to preserve the Covenant ships, slaughter anything onboard, but keep a few alive. Since the Terminators also wielded plasma weaponry, they proved to be more than a match for their victims. Metal tore through flesh, and colors varying between blue, purple, orange, and red splattered onto the walls of the ships. Even the Kig-Yar watched in horror as emotionless skeletal faces murdered their Sangheili commanders, and the ones that were left alive were thrown in their own cells. Contact to the world was completely lost, and an entire invasion fleet disappeared in a single day. The rest of the Covenant didn’t bother sending more ships when the war between them and the Humans began, because they falsely assumed that the battle for Dwarka ended in a draw. The Programmer achieved his first satisfying victory, and began his plans.

   The Terminators assembled the stolen ships, and fired a massive concentrated beam in one spot on the surface of Dwarka. The Programmer wanted Dwarka under his control, because the inner layers of the planet contained more than enough materials to create more Terminators than he had already. The constant bombardment from the ship's formed the hole they needed to start digging. As they dug, the Programmer built his own fortress around the digging site. As well as an enormous factory. As time went on, the Programmer built disguises for his soldiers, the captured soldiers of the Covenant fleet were experimented on for study, and the Programmer sent his machines to go in the Human ranks, and control them from within.

We jump ahead to the Programmer’s fortress of  Dwarka. The year is 3239, and the leader of the machines watched the stars through a window on the top floor. As he watched the stars keenly, and the rising sun began to glisten on the bright silver armor on his six arms. He enjoyed the thought that each of those stars would eventually be within his grasp. When the Programmer took Dwarka, he gave his machines Human disguises to go off into the colonies. They were branded as survivors, but they were truly manipulators. They hid underneath human codes and laws. But in so doing, they made human servants. Even the very president of Earth itself was merely a pawn in a galactic sized game of chess. As minutes of star gazing passed, one of Sky net's greatest creations walked in to tell the Programmer something. Probably an update on the cosmic espionage that was spreading. “Ah. It is good to see you Matthew.”

The Programmer says to the one behind him. The Terminator mark one thousand carries the codename “Matthew Koen”. Being made of liquid metal, he can slip away quite easily. He also can take on the appearance of those he kills, as well as their voice. This makes him hard to track down. “So tell me,” the Programmer says. “How is Earth holding up?” “I am afraid we’ve ran into a setback.” The Programmer immediately turned to face the Terminator with his crimson cape twirling around his body. If the machine could feel emotion, it was feeling fear.

“What is the cause of this setback Matthew?” the machine answered. “We lost a lot of our grip on Earth.” The Programmer grew a bloodthirsty rage. “Please explain what has happened.” He asked with his bone chilling voice. “Let’s just say Troy grew a little full of himself.” “You mean he’s no longer the president of Earth?” the Programmer asked. “Correct.” the machine answered. “Someone he made angry threw him in the slammer, along with the help from the Mobian princess, Vanguard Corporations, and a little help  from the UNSC.” “Do they know anything about us?” The machine answered with “They know of the Hunters, the ONI Spartans, the chaos energy weapons, and the information on Troy regarding how exactly he became president. Thankfully that info doesn’t have any lead on us. We’re still invisible.” “Who exactly sent Troy away?” “The person is said to be Captain Christopher Vennettilli.” “You mean the one with the Forerunner implants?” “Affirmative” the machine said. “The implant contained information on some kind of prisoner in the center of the galaxy. Troy was obsessed with tearing the info out of the captain’s head because he wanted to use the prisoner for his own use.” the Terminator stopped for a moment, then continued. “I think he was going to use it against us so he could free himself over the control we had over him.” “That is precisely why you don’t send a human to do a machine’s job. the Programmer somewhat said to himself. “What must be done master?” the Terminator asks. The master answers. “As much as I want to tear Troy’s heart out myself, I must head off to Chrome, and gain a few more friends. While I’m gone, I need you to pay our little president a visit. He has outlived his use.” the machine says “Yes sir. I will see it done.” and sets off to the door. But before he left, the Programmer chimes “Oh, and Matthew?” “Yes master?” “Take Slasher with you. That information in the captain’s head can’t be revealed to anybody.”


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   Earth is one of those planets that holds so many distractions, they can’t even count them themselves. While politicians argue over petty issues, criminal master minds sprinkle in a few of their pawns to do their bidding, as well as tie a few loose ends. Even after they united many colonies from their galaxy, their technology can barely bring peace. Even if peace is achieved through bloodshed and murder, someone will rat out the ones behind it all, and everything collapses from there. I suppose the galaxy I came from isn’t much different. No one even noticed the stray cargo ship that approached Earth.

The man Troy Marshall was what many called a “people person”. His social image went unopposed, but then he eventually revealed his true nature. His levels of treason were so severe he was sentenced to death when he was discovered by the man Christopher Vennettilli that I’ll go over later, and was thrown in Alcatraz, the most high security prison in all of Human records until his death sentence arrived. Unfortunately for Marshall, he feared that his execution would come early. And it wouldn’t have been ordered by the UEG.

As the cargo ship flew toward Alcatraz, Matthew and Slasher were sitting in the cargo hold, and discussing the consequence they would deliver to Marshall. “Can’t you just let me handle him?” Slasher asked. “I  promise I will kill him fast and quick.” I found it rather unsettling that the assassin that was known as Slasher would ask if he could handle the Programmer’s next target like a child would ask their parent if they could have something they didn’t need. “No.” Matthew simply stated. “We don’t want to create too gruesome of an image for everyone to see. That would lead all to believe that Vennettilli murdered him, the UEG will hunt him down, they would learn of the Forerunner information, they would kill each other over who gets to the prisoner first, and we would lose control. We certainly don’t want that.” “We practically own Earth already.” Slasher objected “We can just make everyone go hush hush on the matter.” “Humans aren’t reliable when it comes to keeping secrets, the truth would slip out one way or another. We need to make the situation look like medical failure rather than a murder.” Slasher didn’t seem pleased with it. “Then what is the point of bringing me with you if I don’t have a use in this mission?” he frustratingly asked. Matthew answered. “You are going to give Troy a little scare. We must let him know the price of treachery. We gave him a chance to become greater than what he was, but now he must be punished. You know a chance when you see one better than anyone.”

You see, Slasher once went by the name of Alexander Mason. He was on a passenger plane on his way to Earth from Mars to live a new life after rejecting his old life of being a marine. The last things he remembered were being on the ship with a sly, yet likeable lawyer named Robert Vennettilli, and his wife Rose O'Connor. He remembered them mentioning their son ‘Chris’ to him. Alex thought he would make new friends through this he choose. But the next things he remembered were men in masks and guns, and the plane crashed. Out of the two thousand men women and children that lost their lives in the crash, Alex was the only survivor. He remembered third degree burns all over him, he felt his body dying. But the Programmer saved him.

“I may have been a pile gore when he found me,” Alex says to Matthew. “but I could have rejected the offer of turning me into one of you.” “You very well could have.” Matthew coyly replies. “But you carried what many humans carried, the desire of ceasing pain, and the fear of death. Remember Alex, you are a Terminator on the outside, not the inside.” As the pilots of the ship gave a passing clearance code after it was asked for, the ship flew closer to the island. Slasher decided to no longer speak until the arrival, but Matthew purposefully angered Slasher so that he would be ready to talk to Troy Marshall.

When the cargo ship landed upon the landing pad near the island, the two assassins approached the main entrance. The guard they came across wore something called “KSK-12 Storm Armor”. The armor had close resemblance to plate armor and chainmail, but it wasn’t ancient by any means. It was revolutionary at its time, but it is considered somewhat obsolete by today’s standards. The guard spoke to the duo in a thick west country British accent. “You two here to talk some sense in the new psycho we threw  in there?” The guard assumed them to be an interrogator of sorts. “More or less.” Matthew answers. “Please state your identities.” “I am Matthew Koen” says the machine. “And I am Alexander Mason” says the murderer. The guard activated a holographic pad, pressed several buttons on the pad, and returned his attention on the two. “Alright, your identities check out.” As the assassins walked down long extended hallways, they walked passed cells with the most vile and sinister people. Some of them ended up in their cells, because they failed different missions that the Programmer gave them and they were not Terminators. Some of them were even tempted to reveal who Matthew and Slasher really were, but all Alex had to do was give them a short glance, and they would immediately shut their mouths. After all, he was called Slasher for a reason.

The guard stopped the duo, and motioned them toward an iron door with no hint of a window. “You will enter this room one at a time when you speak with Troy Marshall.” the guard says. “Which of you will go in first?” “I’ll talk to him first.” says Matthew. “I will let him know our intentions, and try to get some answers. If I can’t get anything out of him, I will send in Alex here. Oh. I forgot to mention, you can’t accompany either of us when we speak to Marshall.” he continues while pointing at the guard. “Why is that?” the guard simply asks. “What goes on in there will be beyond top secret. You just can’t accompany us, unless you wish to discuss it with the head of the UEG.” The guard quickly backs off. “Alright then. I will get your prisoner. Would you like me to serve you tea and biscuits for you as you chat?” the guard sarcastically asks. “Would you like me to relive you of your duty?” Alex asks the guard. The guard then attempted to defend himself. “You can’t do that!” “I can if you don’t do your job. Now get Marshall.” The guard got in Slasher’s face. “Let me warn you. If that psychopath magically pulls a shiv from his ass, and tries to use it to escape, I’m holding you responsible.” The guard then went to get the prisoner. When he wasn’t in sight, Slasher turned to Matthew before he went in the room. “Remind me to hang him before we leave.” “No graphic imagery for the public, remember? It will lead to our downfall.” That was the last thing Matthew spoke before he went into the room.

After a few minutes of arm crossing, the man known as Troy Marshall was thrown into the cement room, and the door he was thrown into was slammed right behind him. Marshall looked up to reveal his face covering beard, and eight inch long straight brown hair in an orange uniform. But what the man saw at the end of the room made his eyes widen. A man with a blue tuxedo, short dark hair, and colorless eyes.  “Hello Troy.” says Matthew in a bland tone. “Have a seat.” Marshall treated himself to a seat that was across a cold metal table that Matthew was sitting at. “So.” Matthew begins. “How is prison?” “It….feels….like….hell.” says Troy after making a loud gulping sound. “I can relieve you of that if you like. But none of your choices involve getting out of this building.” Marshall then begins to grin to himself. “I get it. You’re here to kill me for not being able to kill a man that magically became half Promethean?” “I am here, because you attempted get ahold of the Prisoner through Vennettilli, and tried to use it to overthrow us.” “I would do no such thing!” Troy stated sounding doubtful. he was hoping that a machine would buy a complete lie. “Then why were you so interested in only one person?” Matthew asks. “And out of all the planets that existed out there, why was Mobius so interesting to you? Do you have a Mobian fetish? Or did you want to use the Chaos Emeralds against us to?” Marshall comes up with a counter claim. “I was trying to eliminate any possible threats. You’re welcome.” Matthew interjects “ You are a terrible liar. Your job was to watch over the UEG when we searched for possible threats. One small group is not worth wasting everything you have. Nor is it worth exposing every one of your leads.” Troy shrugs, and says “The job had to be done.” “Then you can tell Alex that when he comes in.” says the machine while standing up. “You’re bluffing!” “I never bluff.” Matthew walks to the door, and turns around saying “Goodbye Troy.” before closing the door behind him. This left Marshall to wallow in his self-pity before his impending doom.

Moments after Matthew exited, Alex walked into the room. Marshall looked up to see a man in a fully black tuxedo, muscles slightly showing through the sleeves, short light brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sinister teeth baring smile. Slasher quickly treats himself to a seat, and decides to “Kick them while they’re down.” as one would say. “Hey Troy!” says Slasher with a mocking creepily cheery voice. “How’s your new home holding up? Are they treating you nicely? I heard the food is phenomenal. One time I heard that a few bones were found in the food. Human ones too.” The thought of how he would be disposed of was beginning to make Marshall sweat buckets. He tried to defend himself. “I didn’t know that I’d be running into Forerunner tech.” Slasher shots back. “If you just did what you were supposed to, you wouldn’t be thrown off of your big chair, and be here. Besides, you knew exactly what you were getting into before you even wanted Vennettilli’s  head on a silver platter.” Marshall then decides to play with fire. “This is how I am treated after all I did to help you cope with your little… incident?” Slasher grins. “You actually thought you were significant in any way? No wonder you went mad with power. But you’re right. I’m sure you have stellar therapist skills after convincing the HEAD OF ONI to jump out of the top window of your capitol building, and branding some of the most important marines and Mobians as terrorists. But it’s not like you would send a certain assassin to clean up a mess that you made, or go on a wild goose chase on purpose.” Marshall continues. “So no matter what I say, you’ll just kill me and replace me?” “Yup. And nothing would have changed.” Slasher decides to end their discussion. “Well… it was a nice talk, but I need to handle your little friends so we won’t have another problem to deal with later. Goodbye.” From that day forward, Slasher and Marshall never met again.


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   In another reality, there was a world that went by the name of Chrome. Before it was officially discovered, it was named after the Programmer’s armor. The planet doesn’t hold a chrome like appearance, but it shared a commonality with his armor. Each of them were stowed away as “insurance” if you will. I do not lie when I say that this world though it is civilized with all our societies now, it wasn’t that way when it was officially discovered. Especially this version of the world.

   To this day I still find it baffling that there version of space is perfectly breathable by any race that may travel there. This version of Chrome that is involved with our universal affairs stands out from all other versions that you may have heard of, or may be familiar with. If you ever wondered why, it is because it was the only version discovered by the Travelers. Though not nearly as many Travelers discovered Chrome as opposed to the USA universe when reality separated. Only a single ships worth. But their discovery forever changed the fate of the planet. When the engines of the Traveler ship were damaged beyond repair, they colonized this new world, and spread their knowledge to the original inhabitants. Though some may consider the first land discovered that carried the name of Hyrule to have a little favoritism. When the Travelers built civilization, they caught the awe and wonder of the natives. The Travelers kindly told stories of their many adventures, their Rioter adversaries, The Dawn of Darkness, and the separation of reality. The Hylians took the most interest in their tales. Even though the Travelers insisted that they were not “Sages of knowledge sent by the Goddesses.”, the Hylians as well as others did not listen.

   As decades passed, the Travelers created large boats to sail across “Ocean Blin” to explore what the Hylians called the “Unknown Regions”. Unfortunately a small war stopped the process. One of the actual sages of Hyrule called “Sulkaris” was banished to Hyrule by the “Goddesses” (who were actually a trio of female Pursuers in a different reality) for attempting to harness the power of a relic called the “Triforce”. Interestingly the pieces of the Triforce, much like the Chaos Emeralds actually turned out to be cosmic stones created through the collapse of the rifts in the fabric of existence. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

When Sulkaris was banished, she stumbled upon spider like creatures known as “Gohma”. She gave them her knowledge, and they gave her an army. When Sulkaris went to invade the Hylians, the very brief war if one would call it as such did not go the way she expected it to. You see, when the Travelers found Hyrule, they offered them their knowledge in plasma based weaponry and tools, and architectural knowledge.

The Hylians applied these teachings to what they had at the time. This lead to the creation of bows that could cast beams of plasma, swords that could cut through solid stone, and castles that couldn’t be penetrated by any mere arrows or boulders. As you would expect, the Sage was no match against the Travelers, and was defeated along with a majority of the Gohma in a rather embarrassing display. Sometime after her death, it was revealed that some of the Travelers were Rioter double agents. They set off creating horrible creatures to assist in conquering “their world”, all while manipulating pawns from different races in Hyrule. Now I could describe the creation and events of Demise, the Parella, the Imprisoned, Majora, the Twili gateways. the Hylian Moblin war, and others, but that would take up far too much time than I would prefer to waste. I will instead describe the travel to the Unknown Regions.

   Ocean Blin became quite the obstacle for the Travelers. Years of storms with much fatigue and a drought or two, but they proved that the perilous ocean could be crossed. This encouraged others to cross the ocean as well. The Travelers also received great benefit from their...travels. What they found at the end of their journey were three smaller and...stranger continents. They found trace amounts of Human villages, a race that evolved from a highly intelligent fungus known as “Toads”, a reptilian turtle like race called “Koopas”, an odd human based subspecies referred to as “Shy Guys”, a peculiar simian race that varies between subspecies called “Kongs”, a velociraptor like race commonly known as “Yoshi's”, and quite a few others. Now I know exactly what you are thinking. If you haven’t been to this multiverse’s  version of Chrome/Fulcrum, you may heard of the races that I described, but they do not carry the same appearance. Allow me to explain.

   The Toads may seem like small toddler like beings to some, but in this version, they are nearly identical to human beings with a mushroom top like growth on their heads. What is interesting about them is that though certain Toads may seem masculine and others seem feminine, they actually are neither. If you look at the growths, you may notice that the spots on them that vary between every color in existence. Each color reveals what gender they are. It’s rather interesting. It also seemed admirable that they were extremely loyal to their queen. The roles that each toad serves in reveals their significance in the United Mushroom Kingdom. For example, Queen Toadstool’s royal guards have the most combat experience, while normal Toad soldiers know just how to use simple melee weapons and firearms.  

   Another race in this land is called “Goombas”. You may think of Goombas as pathetic walking chestnut things, but the version of them in this multiverse is quite different. For starters they, like the Toads,  closely resemble Humans in many ways. They’re most common skin color is even very similar to other versions of Humans which makes them even look closer to Humans. The only obvious differences between them and humans are that Goombas develop fang like teeth, and every existing Goomba male has a complete lack of hair. Their also happens to be quite a large lineage within this race. This includes the Galoombas, Goomboes, and Goombrats. The most useful thing about them is that they’re the largest infantry unit in the Koopa Empire. That’s why there’s so many of them.

   You also may be familiar the Koopa race. These odd reptiles are a rather feeble race that serve as the main infantry unit in the Koopa Empire. These creatures stand above the usual infantry as oppose to the Goombas. Were it not for their nearly impenetrable shells, they would’ve been complete canon fodder just like the Goombas. Their shells may be temporarily bullet proof, but a well placed explosive would do more than enough. Though they all appear the same, Koopa shells have different colors, revealing their military significance. There’s also different Koopa variants, such as the Hammer Brothers that come in pairs, each having a multitude of hammers as well as other weapons, and the Paratroopers which are normal Koopas that have wings that grant them temporary flight.

Many other races that were allied with the Koopa Empire are either various domesticated weaponized animals, or are nearly carbon copies of what I previously mentioned. However, If a race I didn’t mention comes up in the future, I will surely mention it. I will instead describe a few allied races of the United Mushroom Kingdom.

The Yoshi's are a rather peculiar race. If you looked at them at first glance, they look like brightly colored lizards that would have lived hundreds of years ago. These creatures are actually surprisingly intelligent. Like being able to speak fluent languages, and using firearms if need be. You would think that Yoshi's would function more like a pack of predatory wild animals, but they astonishingly function more like a tribe. Much like the Sheikah tribe of Hyrule.

   Another race goes by the name of Kongs. Kongs are a powerful warrior like race that are similar to monkeys and gorillas. Essentially they are just that, but like the Yoshi's they can fluently speak and can use firearms. If you have heard of the Kongs, you may know that they became a close ally of the United Mushroom Kingdom, but they weren’t always like this. The main reason they allied Queen Toadstool was because the Kremlings (eternal adversary of the Kongs) and their leader defected to Lord Bowser (king of the Koopas) to assist them in the war against their ape like friends.

   Now certainly there are more races to introduce, but I don’t wish to take up too much space in this document. If another one comes that I haven’t mentioned, I’ll be sure to introduce them in a future document. When the Travelers found the Mushroom World and the Kong country the citizens were forever changed much like the Hylians.

   The original inhabitants of Mushroom World developed much like the Humans did when they developed on Earth. However when the Travelers arrived, they were skeptical. When their gifts were given to the races of Hyrule, they wrought near complete annihilation upon themselves. When they came across the residents of Mushroom World, they only offered a sample of what they had at their disposal. If the residents ever entered complete peril, they chemically experimented with the plants of their world. Once the chemicals of the plants are absorbed by the user, the user accesses one of many different….abilities.

When the world developed, governments developed. Because of these developments, races like the Toads and Koopas began to form different points of view of who of who shall rule their land. King Bowser, the leader of the once feeble Koopas was surprisingly a heartfelt kind king in the past. As time went on, Bowser tried to find “The Tomb”, a place filled with untold power and riches. Eager to expand his empire and to share these riches to his citizens as a token of gratitude, he ventured off. At the furthest west corner of his continent, Bowser came across a massive mountain with a wide cavern inside. Desperate to find refuge, the Koopa king climbs to the top of the mouth of the cavern, and makes a shelter. However curiosity struck him, and he journeyed further and further in the cavern. At some time, Bowser had found The Tomb. But many didn’t know that The Tomb was a compound used by the Rioters to hide from the Travelers. No one knows what happened to Bowser when he entered The Tomb, but what we do know was that he wasn’t the same when he left. Something within him changed. When Bowser returned to his kingdom, he had discovered a form of energy that he called “dark plasma”. Not only that, but the King was constantly bantering about crazy psychobabble. He said things like “The Abyss must be found.” and “The Princess is the key.”  

After a year or two, Bowser assembled a massive army in his empire, offered a feast to the king of a neighboring continent, assassinated him, and waged war against the United Mushroom Kingdom. After the mushroom King was killed, Princess Peach Toadstool had to accept becoming the first ever queen of Mushroom World. With her forces spread thin, the queen had to rely on mercenaries for help. Her plan had turned to her success, because after her constant kidnappings, the plumber like mercenaries have always thwarted Bowser’s plans ever since. And that my friends is when they became involved.  

It was a dark volcanic morning in the Koopa Kingdom Bowser sat upon his massive stone throne while wearing his traditional berserker armor. Body armor covering his torso, gauntlets covering his arms and legs, sharp metal talons covering his claws, and an enormous spiked hammer in his right hand. The King sat on his throne admiring his strengths while grimacing at his defeats. His thoughts were interrupted by his head scientist, Kamek. “My lord.” he says. Bowser opens his eyes, and looks at his servant. “What is it Kamek?” “It would seem that you have visitors.” “The plumbers have already arrived?” he asks in surprise. “No. They seems to be someone else entirely.”  “I am not in the mood for a petty conversation.” “But sir,” Kamek says slightly shuddering. “I’m afraid they are insist--” Suddenly a series of loud thuds pounded against the door leading to Bowser’s throne room. The Koopa king stands at wait for whatever will come to greet him.

After a full minute of constant thuds causing the door to break, a silver chrome like arm manages to punch through. Then another, and another arm punch through. Seconds later, the door falls over and shatters against the ground. The other side reveals a tall silver red-eyed figure with six arms and a long red cape going down his back. He walks toward Bowser and Kamek with a silver human like skeleton, and dark man with plate armor and stone colored skin following him from behind.

“Who are you?” Bowser asks. “Ah.” the silver caped figure says. “Where are my manners? I am The Programmer, and it is a pleasure to meet you in person King Bowser.” The Koopa king chuckles. “The pleasure's all mine.” he says. “Now you will tell me why you’re here and why I should let you live by showing why you aren’t a waste of my time.” “I would certainly expect such fast temper from a dictator. No wonder your soldiers are afraid of you.” The Koopa king clenched his teeth. “I do not rule through fear. The cowards of the United Mushroom Kingdom falsely accuse me of being a monster because of my traumatic physical transformation. I rule through honor, a concept in which I’m sure you do not understand.” “You’re right.” the Programmer says. “The very word is foreign to me. But I am not here to criticize how you lead. I am here to make alleys.” Bowser raises a brow. “Why would you want to do that?” “Well it’s quite simple. I wish to ask for assistance in case I ever need help in squashing some insects under my heel.” “Do I look like pest control to you?” “No, but I can offer you a sample of my power and the ability to kill a certain plumber mercenary in exchange for your loyalty.” “I’m listening” “With our powers combined we can take over the wondrous land of Hyrule, go beyond this entire world, and conquer any planet that we want.” Bowser became more interested. “I thought that Hyrule was a myth.” The Programmer responds. “The man on my right thinks otherwise.” Finally the armor wearing man. steps forward and speaks. “I am Ganondorf, and what this man says is true. Hyrule is a real place but both you and I have enemies that we find tiresome, but with our strengths combined, they will become a distant memory.” “So?” the Programmer says. “Do you want to join?” Bowser then walks toward the Programmer, and offers his hand. “Consider us alleys Programmer.” The Programmer reaches out one of his multiple arms and shakes Bowser’s. “Good choice.” he says. “You will not be disappointed.”

Suddenly the Programmer’s comm started beeping like crazy. He presses a button on his ear to answer. “Yes?.....I see…..very well…..thank you Alex.” he turns the comm off. “What was that?” The Terminator on his left asks. “It seems that our little friend has escaped his little cage.”


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   He remembers being knocked out and taken away. He remembered someone saying “Maybe we could throw him out the airlock.” Many people remember more things better than others, but the constant thunder that Troy Marshall heard was something that he will never forget. The now former-president of Earth remembers being thrown in a room with a bag over his head. When the bag was taken off of his head by the British man that guarded the front of Alcatraz, Marshall tried to adjust his eyes in the room that he was in. He remembered looking out of a window to see lighting never being accompanied by rain. Then he heard the voice. “Hello Troy Marshall.” The long haired bearded man turned around to see a sinister lanky figure sitting in a large chair holding a staff with a bright shining stone on it. Marshall felt like he was panicking. “What are you?” “I am Knell the Butcher, and you’re going to tell me everything you know about the Programmer.”

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(Author’s note): I do not own the attributes to any film, or video game industries, or any form of internet media that will be introduced, mentioned, or referenced throughout The Unity. Any material that didn’t originate from any electronic media, whether it’d be from film, internet, or otherwise was thought up by me, thus is owned by me.