*There was a clopping sound that was getting close, and it revealed to be the noble Superior Knight "rides" along on an invisible horse, with a squire following right behind clapping two halves of a coconut together to make the clopping*
Superior Knight- forgive my tardiness to update these stories, my good fellow readers. As you all may know, my academics have been keeping me busy for quite some time. Now, for any of you haven't read my recently updated story, I am here to announce the confirmed presenters to my stories from now on until any probable changes.
*Mediocre Squire pulls out a trumpet and blows on it*
Mediocre Squire- coming from the Marvel franchise, we introduce to you, the Merc with the Mouth, Deadpool.
*Deadpool teleports in*
Deadpool- what up weirdos?!
Mediocre Squire- and for the co-presenter, we introduce to you, from Equestria, Pinkie Pie.
*Pinkie Pie shoots in from her party cannon followed with confetti*
Pinkie- howdy!
Deadpool- that's right, that loser over there is now a newly converted brony. *Points to Superior Knight* Which means I am stuck with this pink horse thingy.
Pinkie- but you said you and I are friends.
Deadpool- SHH!
Superior Knight- now that that is over, allow me to respond to the reviews.
Ashbringer36-: yes indeed, my good friend. Faora and Rykon will have their show soon and in this chapter as well. Nobody is perfect, and that includes the Kryptonians.
Transformer g1's-Prime: the war is certainly rising indeed. The war between the Kryptonians and Colds has actually reached to Earth, with Metal Cooler invading it in place of Frieza and King Cold in the original series. Frieza will have his part.
Ryan.w123: I am glad you like it, hermano.
Itheone: well that was certainly where I was aiming for with Kan, being the one everyone will hate. Yep, the Kryptonians will see the Cooler is back and wanting to have his revenge.
Deadpool- and so forth, we shall present this story.
Pinkie- let the story begin.
Adipos...
Destruction and chaos raining all around the planet, Adipos, as King Cold had already been laying siege to it with his endless army of Manhunters, along with the Warworld acting as the massive flagship. Cold was currently looking up to the sky to see what was it that the Warworld sensors were picking up that were nearing the planet.
"Get communications," Cold ordered his soldiers in the Warworld, via connection he still had with the planet sized war machine.
The Planet Trade Organization soldiers were still of some good use to King Cold, and right now, a couple of them were doing as their king had ordered them to do.
"Unidentified celestial object, do you copy?" a technician called out.
"I hear you, oh loyal cannon fodder to my father," the robotic voice of Cooler was heard in the speaker.
"Is… is that… Frieza," one technician stuttered, realizing that this could be one of King Cold's lost son Frieza.
"No, I am the oldest one. The first one to fall to the Kryptonians," Metal Cooler answered.
"It's… its Lord Cooler," the supervisor of the communications concluded.
"Yes. It is I," Cooler stated.
On Adipos, as the Manhunters were cleansing every living being on the planet, a squad of Metal Coolers appears via instant transmission. They look around to see all the destruction, death and despair running amok around the entire area, which was also spread across the planet.
"My father certainly hasn't lost his touch," one Metal Cooler said.
"Still letting toy soldiers to get their hands dirty," the second copy stated.
"Only this time these literally are toy soldiers," the last Cooler added.
The Coolers took off into the air, flying and searching for King Cold, and by looking for the most elegant palace that was still intact, the Coolers were able to track down the power level of King Cold. Inside the palace, King Cold was sitting on a makeshift throne with the larger version the Manhunters standing at the king's side. The Metal Coolers entered the large chamber, and King Cold looked over to see them.
"My eldest son was destroyed by the Kryptonians, and somehow miraculously I am grazed in the presence of metal copies of my eldest," King Cold commented. "I will ask plain and simple; how?"
"Dru-Zod ripped my head off, and threw the head off into space. Still a bit of brain activity in that head of mine, and as it was going through space, it came across a computer lost in the emptiness called, the Big Gete Star," the center Metal Cooler answered. "The Big Gete Star had been absorbing other machinery lost in space, and so was the original brain."
The Metal Coolers looked at the Grandmaster Manhunter units standing by King Cold, and they looked at the robotics that was surgically implanted in King Cold.
"You too have also been busy, father," Metal Cooler said.
"Thanks to that mystery arms dealer. The Warworlds and Manhunters are having been very useful, even to finishing off those imperfect copies of the Kryptonians," King Cold said.
"Speaking of Kryptonians, they should not be far from arriving here that long," the Metal Cooler said.
"You want to join me in my battle against them, my son?" Cold asked.
"Why not? It was Dru-Zod who took my kingdom. I shall have my vengeance," the Metal Coolers said in unison.
"Very well, you may have your taste for battle," King Cold said, as he looked at the Grandmaster androids. "Prepare for any attack from the Kryptonian Corps."
"Yes, Highmaster," the enormous Manhunters responded.
In space…
The Kryptonian battleship was nearing the planet Colia, and the surveillance scanners were able to pick up the larger spacecraft that was the Gete Ship.
"Prime Minister, scans detect unidentified spacecraft has neared Colia orbit," an officer informs Zod.
"Has it made hostile contact with the Warworld?" Zod asked.
"No, sir," Jax informed.
"Mala, take a look toward the planet," Zod ordered.
"My vision isn't as sharp as Kal-El's, but… Cooler?!" Mala said with shock.
Even Zod widened his eyes in confusion, as he looked at his general and approached her.
"What do you mean?" Zod asked.
"Sir, it is Cooler," Mala answered.
Zod looked toward the direction of Colia, and he concentrated his sights on it to see a Metal Cooler flying in the skies of Colia with robotic Cyclopian guards following him.
"That's impossible. I destroyed him!" Zod seethed.
"Prime Minister Zod, your orders?" Mala asked.
Zod glared over at the planet, and knew that it was his responsibility to finish a job he started when barely arrived in this universe and end King Cold's reign of raids.
"Mala, you will join me and Non as we lead the charge into Colia. Nam," Zod calls out to the Lieutenant General.
"Sir?" Nam-Ek responds.
"Take command of this ship. Get everyone ready for counter attack on the Warworld and that new ship," Zod ordered.
"Yes, Prime Minister," Nam-Ek replies, as he moves on to take temporary command of the ship.
In the outside perspective of the super-cruiser, out came booming from the ship, Zod, Mala and Non charging towards the planet Colia at top speeds they could get up to. However, thanks to the advance technological scanners of Warworld, they were detected already half way to the planet from their ship.
"We got incoming!" a technician yelled. "It's the Kryptonians!"
"No man escapes the Manhunters," a Manhunter in the room stated.
Warworld defenses were switched on, and they locked on target on the three Kryptonians. The planet sized warship began to fire at the Kryptonians. Zod and his companions were able to see that the energy beams firing from Warworld were green and red only. They all recalled the energy that took those sorts of colors.
"Evasive maneuver!" Zod commanded, as he, Mala and Non were evading every blast firing at them.
"Kryptonite and red solar radiation! How do the, Colds, know about our weaknesses!?" Mala asked out loud.
"The Manhunters must have known! They are from our universe!" Zod answered.
"But we never faced them!" Mala said.
"Kal-El did," Zod merely replied.
The Kryptonians kept evading each and every blast of kryptonite and red solar beam that was being fired.
"We need to get out of the Warworld's line of fire!" Zod stated. "Follow me!"
Zod lead his two soldiers off to the other side of the planet Colia, therefore rendering the Warworld being unable to fire at them unless they wanted to destroy the prize reward for this raid. The Kryptonians landed on the planet, as they could see the destruction that was caused by the Manhunters.
"They killed everyone. Not a single sign of lifeform here on this planet anymore. My hearing cannot pick up anything," Mala said.
"The Colds will pay for this," Zod growled.
"Unlikely," a robotic voice of Cooler was heard.
The Kryptonians looked to see Cooler standing a few yards away from him, and they saw him standing with Cyclopian guards among him too.
"Lord Cooler," Zod addressed.
"General Zod. Or do you prefer to be called Prime Minister now?" the Metal Cooler asked.
"It was your brain that survived. Somehow salvaged and transferred into a new mechanical body," Zod deduced.
"Of course. I had to upgrade myself after you destroyed my fleshly body. Now the odds are ever in my favor," Cooler said.
"Not just on your own efforts, Cooler," King Cold's voice boomed, as Manhunters started coming from the sky, and King Cold was among them. "You, Zod, dare come into my kingdom and try to run me out. Pest control? Ridiculous."
"Mala, Non listen to me closely. They are likely going to try and separate us. We cannot split up. Not with the Manhunters in possession of kryptonite and red solar radiation," Zod spoke in a voice level only his two soldiers could hear him with their hearing, as King Cold was gloating. "We need to stick close to each other, and pull out of this."
"Pull out? Sir, we-," Mala tried to speak but was interrupted.
"We are not prepared for this. They have our weaknesses at their disposal. The planet is already lost," Zod stated. "We must pull back. Nam-Ek did you receive that? Do not engage. We are pulling out. You will cover our retreat."
"Yes sir," Nam-Ek answered.
"Well, Kryptonian scum, are you ready to die?" Metal Cooler called out.
Zod, Mala and Non all stood together back to backs covering each other's corner, as they were surrounded by the two forces.
"Non, Breaker!" Zod gave the word.
"Raaaaarrr!" Non roared, as he raised his fists and slammed the ground of the planet. Non did not hold back his strength, for Operation Breaker was to release all physical strength to break the ground below to breaking apart the planet.
The force of the physical strike from the Kryptonian released a powerful shockwave and sonic boom, sending a large division of the Manhunters and Cyclopian guards flying back or even breaking apart. The ground was broken apart by the large Kryptonian's fists that the earth shattering punch was felt across the entire planet. The crack grew large and lava began to spew out from the crack and after cracks. Zod and Mala both fired their heat vision in a horizontal direction laying hell on the hostiles.
"Into the crack!" Zod commanded, as dove deep into the crack that was now overflowing with magma. Mala and Non both followed, as they knew Zod was planning to use the magma as their cover for escape.
"After them!" the Metal Cooler ordered, as he disappeared via instant transmission, following the Kryptonian trio. "Follow my lead!"
Other Metal Coolers instantly appeared right by the Metal Cooler going after the Kryptonians. Despite all the loud unnatural destruction, the Kryptonians were able to hear the dashing Metal Coolers.
"Hostiles, 6 o'clock!" Mala yelled, as she looked back and fired heat vision at the Metal Coolers.
Only two Metal Coolers were hit back, while the other three evaded and were still hot pursuit on the Kryptonians.
"They're running! Ahahahahaha! Now I am enjoying this!" one Metal Cooler started laughing, along with the others.
"No Manhunters with them. These robotic versions of Cooler might not have kryptonite or the red solar radiation with them. We can take them," Mala said.
"We cannot take that chance if they do have them. We need to lose them. Into the magma!" Zod ordered, as he led the two into the rising lava.
The Metal Coolers stopped right above the lava.
"Preparing metal shells to withstand this heat," one Metal Cooler said, as they then entered the lava to search for the Kryptonians.
On another part of the planet, the three Kryptonians broke out of the planet crust with lava gushing out from the pull of momentum of their speeds.
"Don't stop! Go go go!" Zod yelled, as he and his companions took off to the stars.
The Kryptonians managed to escape the planet, and the Cold father and son duo were able to learn such, after the Manhunters received the detection of high speed objects leaving the planet.
"Grandmaster, Kryptonian targets have made their attempt to escape. We shall pursuit," a Manhunter said to King Cold.
"Delay that. They're already gone," Cold said, but still gave a smile despite the Kryptonians escaping.
"I am glad I am not the only one who took this as a victory," a Metal Cooler said to King Cold.
"Of course, it should be celebrated in victory. Those pompous Kryptonians thought themselves invincible to us. Now they run from us after our little upgrades," Cold grinned. "Our family victory would be complete if Frieza was here."
"Hmm. Where ever that brother of mine is, he's certainly missing all the fun. That is if he is still alive," Metal Cooler said, as he looked across the horizon to see the destruction left from Non's attack. "Well they certainly left an impression on this world."
"It matters not," Cold replied.
Meanwhile, Zod, Mala and Non all made it back to the super-cruiser, and none of them felt the despair of defeat as much as Zod. He came too late to protect a world that was under his rule, the first tyrant he slayed had returned and upgraded, and now has been forced to retreat from the very persons he had declared war on.
Dru fell back to a wall and slid down to the floor, as he placed one hand covering his face in shame from his first defeat in this universe. Mala approached him, and kneeled in front of him to his eye level. She pulled his hand away from covering his eyes for him to look at her.
"We will strike back, Dru," Mala said. "They will pay for what they did."
"Yes… they will…," Zod answered, as he hung his head down closing his eyes.
New Kandor…
The breaking news of Zod's retreat from Colia had spread out across the systems, and all the people living under the Kryptonian Kingdom were now all very concerned and scared seeing that their supposed unstoppable leaders were forced to run out of the very world they were trying to save. All races were surprised to hear of this defeat, and that included the Saiyans.
Speaking of Saiyans, Turles was among a crowd in the streets, and he was just as concerned as anyone about this surprise defeat. But Turles had another objective in mind, as he had received another secret call from the Saiyan Insurgent Front.
'Kryptonians sent on the run. Things truly aren't over for the Colds after all,' Turles thought to himself.
The former pirate entered a store, where there was a bird beaked alien sitting behind a counter, and the bird humanoid noticed the Saiyan entering the store.
"What can I help you with?" the alien asked.
"Just waiting for the next full moon to rise, but as I am waiting, I could use a green scouter," Turles answered.
"Well then, you and others. They're all gathered here," the store owner lead Turles to a door, which led down to the basement of the store.
Turles entered the basement, and when arrived to the lower level he saw a crowd of Saiyans all sitting and talking amongst each other.
"Hmm. Still hard to believe King Vegeta managed to hide thousands," Turles commented.
"Hey, not all of us were hiding. Some of us just said screw you Colds, and took off on our own way," Turles heard the familiar voice, coming from the Saiyan, Light, who was sitting by the wall next to the stairway to the upstairs.
"Of course, we are those few and proud Saiyans that grew a backbone," Turles replied to Light.
"Hoorah," Light replied, as took out a flask and took a drink.
The Saiyans were waiting for the speaker to arrive, until a robot appeared up in the front of the crowd of Saiyans.
"Ladies and gentlemen please be silent as I set up hologram to designated, Voice of the Saiyans," the robot spoke out loud.
The Saiyans began to quiet down, as the robot extended its arm and out from the robotic palm came out the hologram shape of a humanoid figure. The figure didn't give full image of the person; the face was concealed in shadow, the hair looked to be wild as any Saiyan but most of it was camouflage in the darkness, and portion of the chest to be seen. No one could identify who exactly the Voice of the Saiyans was.
"Good evening, my brothers and sisters. Welcome to the first official conference of the Saiyan Insurgent Front. Let me introduce myself. I am the Voice of the Saiyans," the Voice introduced himself.
"Why don't you just show your face?" one Saiyan woman blurted out.
"My identity is too valuable to be revealed just yet, my sister. For now, you all cannot see any trace that would give away any specific details about my description or my identity," the Voice answered.
"Then have you heard about the Planet Trade Organization? They have proven to send the Kryptonians to retreat from Colia. That includes Zod too," one Saiyan pointed out.
"I am fully aware of the defeat in Colia, and the rising threat the Icegens have proven to be now for even the Kryptonians. However, we still must stick to these movement," the Voice stated.
"Hello?! The Kryptonians just lost a battle! We need to abandon this part of space," a Saiyan shouted.
"Shut the hell up! That was just one battle," another Saiyan responded back.
"Frieza destroyed our world and most of our race. An entire family of them is prepped and ready. We need to leave the Kryptonians to fight them," a Saiyan stated.
"Grow some balls, damn it!" a female Saiyan said to that Saiyan.
The Saiyans began to argue amongst each other, as Turles was only enjoying the crowd to banter and even throw a few punches at one another.
"What a bunch of idiots," Turles commented.
"Silence will fall!" the Voice of the Saiyan boomed his voice, and it was loud enough to get the crowd's attention.
"Look at yourselves. What are you? You are Saiyan. We are Saiyans. Long ago, on our home world, there were two races, ours and the Tuffles. Two mighty races battled against each other for dominance of that world. Look right now, and see who won that war. We are a warrior race. We are also survivors. Running away? Those have just said that, you call yourselves Saiyans. Those willing to run into a straight up fight are complete idiots. We must be smart. We must wait for the right time to strike the Kryptonians, but until then, we fight alongside them and we shall take our revenge upon the Colds. Through this war, we will grow stronger. The Planet Trade Organization will fall, and when it does, we will strike against the Kryptonians. As we did on our world, we defeated the Tuffles, so we will defeat the Colds and the Kryptonians, and we will be the dominant empire. We will rise."
All Saiyans listened to what the Voice of the Saiyans had to say, and his commentary was just enough to inspire them to keep their cool and stay along with this movement. Some of them were too young to remember the war for Planet Vegeta, but they still all took pride for their accomplishment of winning that world. Then there was their love for fighting, and to prove that they are the alphas. The chance to prove that the Saiyans are not just a bunch of mindless barbarians, and show that they will be a main factor to the Planet Trade Organization's defeat and to outwit their Kryptonian leaders.
"I'm in," all the Saiyans heard someone speak, and they looked at the source of the voice to be Turles. "It will be quite a load of fun, and a great showmanship of a Saiyan's pride."
"To our pride then," one Saiyan stood up.
"YEAH!" all Saiyans shouted like a war party prepared to do battle.
"Excellent, now, shall we get started on the early plans for this organization," the Voice of the Saiyans rhetorically asked.
Fort Ursa…
Faora was called to transport files to one of Brigadier Hoch-Vin, and she then saw Rykon walking along the halls and was reading something from a tablet.
"Rykon," Faora spoke the Saiyan's name as a way of saying hello.
"Faora… I don't like being interrupted while reading, but I digress… good afternoon," Rykon replied, as he looked at Faora.
"Afternoon. What are you reading?" Faora asked.
"I'm reading about the history about your people that had finally been released to for all to learn," Rykon answered, as he looked back into the tablet. "You guys really hate this El Family."
"They're a family of traitors who betrayed my kind. The Prime Minister carries the most hatred for them," Faora simply replied. "Why are you interested in learning about my people? Forgive me for being rude, but your people don't look like the learning types."
"Yes well, most of my people are brainless buffoons who blindly follow orders. I consider myself not to be like them. Hehe… buffoons, that word makes me laugh," Rykon commented.
Faora simply raised an eyebrow at the last comment.
"What? Just because I'm not like them doesn't mean I can't find things funny," Rykon said.
They feel the walls shaking, and Faora looked back down the hallway as she was fully aware of the reason to the shaking.
"That must be one of my other cadet-mates. Though wouldn't be surprised if that was actually Kan giving the best he's got," Faora stated.
"He's already urging for a rematch, even after our fight. Doesn't realize I am superior," Rykon rhetorically asked.
"At least he doesn't act like a sore loser. A matter of fact, he has only shown joy with the fight, besides the fact he lost. Seriously, it's like there is a Saiyan inside him," Faora said.
"Hmm… I am going to have to learn biology to look into that, maybe some sort of Saiyan spirit…," Rykon commented, which Faora couldn't help but chuckle at. "… don't you need to deliver those files to someone?"
"Oh, of course," Faora replied, as she then took off to deliver the files.
'Huh… she looked cute today,' Rykon thought to him, as he moved along.
Elsewhere in the Fort, Kan was standing in a scanner module in a laboratory belonging to the Kryptonian's chief science officer, Jax-Ur. Ever since Jax had been ordered to create new weapons and soldiers to help fight against the Colds, Jax had called for Kan to be examined.
"You are quite the interesting one, Kan-Ek," Jax commented, as he read the screen giving report on the scans.
"What about it?" Kan asked.
"You're the strongest of the younglings, and your desire to fight, oh, it will take you to great levels," Jax said to the young boy. "Psychiatric analysis has profiled you to be the early signs of a sophisticated sociopath."
Kan remained silent, as Jax was giving the commentary about Kan's profile.
"You have amazing potential, young master, and through the eyes of the great one, he sees that you will be a great asset," Jax said.
"Who's the great one? Are you talking about Rao?" Kan asked with curiosity.
"No. Listen here and listen closely, young master, for I am not the man you think I am," Jax stated, as he approached Kan.
"What do you mean, Science Officer Jax-Ur?" Kan asked.
"Hmm, that is the name that was given to this Kryptonian body. While I for certain am still a divinely skilled scientist," Jax, said as he pulled out a contraption of sort out.
Jax placed a hand on Kan's shoulder, as then a pinging sound started coming from the box, and suddenly Kan saw they were appearing in another place. Instead of the high tech laboratory, there was darkness.
"Come and see," Jax said.
Kan approached the direction Jax was leading him to go towards. He walked deeper towards the darkness, as Kan could feel the presence of malice and pestilence. There was even fear coursing through his body, as he kept walking closer into the darkness. But then, he looks closer into the bleak blackness, and Kan saw a light of red shinning. It was separating into two glowing orbs, and they were beginning to shape into what looked like eyes. The great eyes glared into Kan's soul, and Kan looked back at them in complete awe.
"I."
"AM."
"THE."
"NEW."
"GOD."
Deadpool- son of a biscuit eating bulldog! It's Him!
Pinkie- hold me!
*Pinkie jumps to Deadpool, as Deadpool catches Pinkie and they both start shaking in fear holding each other*
Deadpool- Kryptonians sent on the run!
Pinkie- little Faora and Rykon showing early love signs!
White bubble- Saiyans plotting insurgency!
Yellow bubble- and Darkseid is here!
Pinkie- oh that's his name? I thought it was that other big mean baddie bad guy, Thanos.
Deadpool- so did I. Not that I couldn't handle him. I kick his ass any day.
Pinkie- then why did you get scared?
Deadpool- why did you get scared?!
Pinkie- I am little pony. Of course I would get scared of him!
Deadpool- oh yeah?
Pinkie- bit you're a scaredie cat too.
Deadpool-… am not.