Me: Hey, I'm back with another fanfiction.

Rigby: Dued, don't you have another one going on?

Me: I do. I have a plan: do two fics at max, no more.

Mordecai: Good plan.

Me: Thanks. This is actually part of a pretty big fanfic project I've been wanting to start for a long time. I was inspired by other writers who did something similar for this. I own nothing, NOTHING.

Prologue

In the depths of space there is a planet, one that looks like more than half of it has been blown off. This is the planet known as Mutrad. It is home to the Mutradi, an alien race that exists for the sake of conquest and destruction. The Mutradi are a race that is incredibly diverse; ranging from savage soldiers, to intelligent scientists, even titan-sized behemoths known as mega-beasts.

Upon the planet's surface, there is a massive black tower that is guarded by multiple mega-beasts, as well as Mutradi infantry roaming everywhere. Upon the top lies a throne room, there rules the Mutradi leader: General Modula. Once a decorated war-hero on the planet of Galaluna, the Mutradi prime enemy, now turned traitor and master of Mutrad. He sat in his throne room impatiently waiting for something; but what?

An answer is provided when a Mutradi soldier walks in and bows before his superior. "Master. All is prepared. The selected soldiers are ready to be deployed." Modula smiled at this.

"Excellent."

"If I may, my lord." The soldier asked. "Why not launch the entire armada, Earth is a primitive world, they cannot stand against even a single warship at our command."

"Humanity own its own perhaps. We both know however, they are not alone." Modula stated. "That wretched princess Illana and her allies are there as well" He sneered "As long as those three can from their "Titan", the Earth can be defended. Underestimating them is what pushed our occupation away from Galaluna, I will not underestimate them a second time."

"Understood, General Modula." The Mutradi noted. "This new invasion tactic, is unlike what our race has done in the past, and some of the soldiers are not in agreement with it."

"Whether they like it or not is of no importance." Modula replied. "This will be unexpected, we will not only crush her, but I want her to see her new home burn."

"I will see to it all final preparations are made, master." The alien said as he left the room. Modula was left alone in the throne room to his own devices. Though he was alone, he was being watched. Not by a spy hiding in the shadows; but by someone else.

From a small pocket dimension, the evil general is being watched by two entities. Clockwork, the ghost of time; and Professor Paradox, the time walker. Both have been watching the situation unfold and have prepared a response, which they are finalizing as well.

"It is almost time" Paradox observed.

"Indeed" Clockwork replied, in a rather disappointing tone as he changed from his adult form to that of an infant.

"You sound as though you are not looking forward to this." The professor observed.

"I am not" Clockwork answered "Death will come to many. I am not in favor of bloodshed."

"Neither am I" Paradox stated "But that is not all that troubles you, is it?"

Clockwork sighed, as he knew it was impossible to hide a secret from his fellow time master. "Are you certain this will work?"

"Do you lack faith in them?" Paradox suggested.

"No. I do have faith, especially in one; but that is only because I know him, and he knows me. I have only heard of the others and are uncertain if he can bring him together. I do not doubt him, I doubt that they will choose to follow him" Clockwork confessed as he changed from an infant to a form of an elderly man

"I understand your concern" Paradox said "While I can personally vouch for one of them myself, I have yet to meet the others personally. Though I have observed them through my travels, while they will face challenges with each other, I believe that they indeed can come together and forge something great."

"We can both avoid all that right now you know." Clockwork proposed "We both have the power to stop this invasion ourselves."

"I am aware we can." Paradox agreed. "However, I believe you are aware that there are rules and laws that prevent us from directly interfering."

"Are we not already interfering by doing this?" Clockwork asked as he changed back to an adult.

"Touché, old friend" Paradox confessed. "However, those laws do not prevent us from indirectly interfering, as you and I have done so more than once with each of our adolescent friends"

"That is true." Clockwork agreed. "It appears that we do not really have a choice, do we?"

"Not so much, no." Paradox said.

"Then, shall we begin?" Clockwork suggested. To which Paradox nodded.

The ghost of time then lifted his time staff and the end began to glow oh so very brightly. As he did, the time walker raised his mechanical arm, which housed his Chronal Navigator and it glowed as well. The objects than blasted beams of light which collided and everything was engulfed in a bright flash of light.

Me: Well?

Rigby: That's it?

Me: It is a prologue you know.

Mordecai: True, well you will leave your readers in suspense with this one.

Me: That is my intention. Please leave a review. I would like to thank authors srebak, YellowAngela, M0b1uz, and kingofheroes90 for inspiring me and supporting me to write this fic.