Disclaimer:

Wolf; I own nada. Except the idea of The empire, the swords, the creatures… You'll see.
Foamy: Jeese, why don't you write a disclaimer for everything? One disclaimer for the whole site? That way, I won't be wasting my time.
Wolf; …Damn Squirrel.

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Tech sighed as he cracked his knuckles (which re-knitted themselves in a second) and put down the new Trans-Dimensional-Matter-Shifter he had been working on. Ever since the business with Zadavia's brother, (…Line? Not essential, but…), It was integral that a defence against his Wormhole ability should be created. He had been working on it for months now, but with all the interruptions through missions and the like, it was only now nearing completion. Some of the major scientist on the planet had also been considering such a device but gave the entire responsibility of creating it to the Loonatics. And who better the resident genius of the team to create it? His IQ was in the thousands, only closely matched by the Roadrunner by thirty points. Though Rev had more fun then Tech did. Even though he was just as smart, he still had a social life, outside the demands of his intelligence.
Tech smirked at a recent memory. Though it wasn't so fun when HE had to be the smart one. His parents still didn't believe him when he said that it was all Techs' work. He didn't mind though. Their words had barely even stung this time.
He was used to comments like that. Being so smart that he was cut off from the rest of the team, he was distanced from other people. And that lead to talk among the citizens of Acmetropolis. Such as his meat fetish, that was a good one. Or the fact that he tries to eat his team-mates on a regular basis. Sighing, he lifted up the Hyper-Spanner and set back to work.
Then, a whirlwind of energy burst into the lab. It was the speedster of the team, Rev. His usual grin was in place as he glanced about the coyote's laboratory, picking up pieces of equipment here, dashing over to some test tubes there and generally disrupting Tech's work.

"Hi-Tech-what-you-working-on?-Oh-a-new-gizmo-well-lets-see-A-Phase-link-coupler-A-Trans-mat-array-A-" He would have gone on like this unless Tech hadn't clamped his paw around his beak. He then placed the device in a glass container that Rev had promised to Never, Ever touch. No matter how tempting the contents were.
"Rev. Please, it's no big deal." The whole team had soon got used to the incredibly fast method at which Rev talked, even Duck who always complained about something or other. He tightened another bolt on the cylindered container and glanced at the clock on the wall. Rev then walked up to Tech, his normal high-speed lope reduced to a casual walk. The result of living with people who couldn't keep up with either his words or walking speed. Even before the whole Meteor incident. "Well-It's-just-that-your-so-smart-and-you-always-come-up-with-the-best-inventions-and-have-I-told-you-I'm-sorry-and-that-your-fur-looks-really-sleek-tonight-and-" Tech held up a paw to try and slow down the fast talking bird.
"How many times have I tried to tell you? It's fine. I was used to it before University… And did you just compliment my fur?" Rev had actually blushed at that point. Making an effort to talk slow, he said,
"Heh… Sometimes my mouth is faster than my brain." They both just sat there, letting the information sink into their minds. "Well, I have been using a new shampoo…" Pointing towards the container he went on as if nothing happened, much to Rev's relief. "So, what do you think? A nice piece of hardware, no?" Shifting over to let Rev near the container, Tech explained.
"I call it the Trans-Dimensional-Matter-Shifter…"

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Gunshots echoed around the ruined buildings that once made up the most impressive city in the Eternal Empire. The once sleek and graceful metropolis was a dustbowl a shell of its former glory. Windows smashed, doors splintered and gun turrets long since dormant. It was only three years since the fall of the Hidden City. Three years…
Harsh screaming mingled with the winds eerie howl and the sounds of metal scrapping metal filled the skies. In the middle of a long since deserted plaza, a fierce battle was taking place. A solitary young man, possibly just in the middle of his teenage years, was taking on a hundred or so creatures, each armed to the teeth with swords, guns and other assorted weapons. The man lifted his left hand and a bullet lodged itself in the skull of a nearby attacker. Quite soon, the body had turned to nothing more than black dust, swirling in the wind. With his other hand, a large sword swipe was defected with his own blade and, with a swift downward stroke, removed the head of another enemy. Replacing his favourite sword, Luciendar, he brought up another gun and started to blast into the crowd, headshots each of them. Suddenly an ominous click signalled the empty magazines and an oath escaped the man's throat.
"Barata sche na trouttry…" Cursing his luck in the vast multitudes of languages at his disposal, he quickly scaled a still smooth wall effortlessly. On the roof, he replaced the thirty round magazines with fresh ones, noting that they were his last.
"C'mon, Tiger. Don't bail on me." His white hair flashing in the dessert sun, he jumped down ten storeys smack-dab in the middle of a group of Haruth-Hien. Grinning, he made a beckoning motion with one hand. Snarling, they attacked en-masse. Pulling out Luciendar from its usual resting place on his back, it was only the matter of a few swings to get rid of the hoard, heads and other body parts flying.
Just as he was getting ready to run, he felt another presence. Twirling round he held up his gun and fired, missing the young woman by mms. She raised her own weapon, a large assault rifle, and fired, also missing. Both monsters that were trying to sneak up on the two were shot down. Getting in close to each other, the two teens smiled while still firing.
"Got it"
"Right here." They both began to pull away as the sand beneath their feet formed new creatures. They both began an elegant Ballet of Death, red hot metal firing, Their bodies ducking and weaving around each other.

Then, three simultaneous clicks rang out.
"Out"
"Out." Looking at the army in front of them, the man laughed. Glancing at his Girlfriend he said,
"Just like old times, eh?" He held up his wrist to reveal an armlet hidden beneath the folds of his shirt. Tapping a few buttons, three figures were displayed on the plasma screen.
000 The woman tapped her own armlet, revealing the same figure. As one of the monsters came close, she pulled out her own blade, Tempadar, and swiped across its chest. At once the armlet's display changed.
001 "Hey! No cheating!" Laughing, the two set to work, slashing and slicing with their dual Blades of Power.

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Foamy; …What does that have to do with the story?
Wolf; All will become clear. Oh, translations.
Barata sche na trouttry - Basically "Damn, This is FG bad"
Luciendar - Sword of Light Tempadar - Sword of Storms (Thunder)