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The vile scent of smoke, gasoline, and most prominent of all, death, lingered in the air as sunrise waned over the horizon. Its pale, yellow beams reached past the skyscrapers, their windows shattered and light blue color burned away, stripped of their shining glory. The entire city looked this way, charred, beaten, and broken, after the night's events, when hundreds of strange robotic creatures had rained down from the heavens and attacked like wild dogs, destroying everything in sight, showing no mercy on the people.

It had been a bloodbath in Go City.

Lying between the shelter of a broken-down car and a large shard of upturned concrete, Hego was silent, breathing ever so slightly. Not that he had an option, he was losing a lot of blood from the large cut across his chest, and the life was draining from him with every ounce that went. In his weakening consciousness, he found that he couldn't move, but from where he was, he could see where his brothers had hidden themselves.

Mego, second eldest of the family, stood around the corner, inside an alley; his pale, violet face wore an expression of determination, and his eyes seemed to glow in the dim light. Hego could tell he was trying to be brave, to come up with a plan that would save the day, but having no such luck in his desperation.

The Wegos hid deeper behind the corner, right on front of their older brother, and their lack of confidence was far more apparent. Each gripping the other in a supportive embrace, they looked on in fear and confusion. Still only teenagers, they had no idea how to handle the situation, or what would come next.

The eldest Go brother looked away from them and laid his tired head against the concrete, closing his eyes for a moment.

This was it, he guessed, this was how he was going to die; bled out on the beaten streets of Go City, failing in his heroic pledge to protect his fair home from all evils, even those who didn't originate from Earth. He never really thought about his own death before now, but always figured it would be later in his life, when he'd had some time to save the city a bit more, to meet the woman of his dreams and fall in love, to retire at sixty and live out the reminder of his life weaving heroic tales to his grandchildren.

But no, he was to die at thirty-two years of age, after a night of saving civilians from those strange robots that were still scattered across the city. He'd seen many people lose their lives, and even more hurt in the process. He'd watched his childhood street go up in flames, thankful that his parents weren't here to see their beautiful home destroyed. And worst of all, he had nearly lost what he had left of his family to a- to a…

He shut his eyes harder, still trying to piece together what he had battled against. The memory, however recent, was very fuzzy in his dying mind, but from what he could make out…

Hego's now tiring reflexes were lightening fast as he snagged a woman and her small child from the path of an oncoming car, flung by the spearing arm of yet another large robotic creature.

It was the tenth one he had seen that night, and he had lost count of how many had been reported to him over the Go Jet intercom. They were too big to take on alone, and seemingly indestructible. Everyone and everything sent against them was simply destroyed, and many had given up fighting and ran for safety, but not Team Go, they never gave in, not while danger was still lurking.

The woman gave him a quick thank you, then pulled her child closer in her grasp and took off down the debris-covered street. Hego saluted her with a confident smile, not giving away the exhaustion that was beginning to overcome him. It had been a long night, with no end in the near future to look forward to.

The rest of his team came up behind him warily, all three equally tired from the evening's seemingly never ending battles. The poor Wegos had drained themselves from duplicating so many times, having to pull multiple rescues all at once. This was a big job, especially for two super-powered seventeen year olds.

Nevertheless, they continued their trek for peace that night, following their leader's orders with needless, brotherly loyalty.

Mego approached his older brother with a quick pace, his eyes never leaving the small communication device he held in his gloved hand. It was an attachment for the jet's intercom, made to keep them updated in case of emergencies… like now.

"We've got reports of two more robot attacks on Main and Third. The police need us there stat!" Mego's words, while sounding urgent, were almost automatic. He had become accustomed to them as of tonight, and so had Hego. The superhero gave a sound that almost could've been an exhausted sigh, and Hego never tired of heroism.

His voice masked it though, sounding as confident and inspiring as ever. "Let's go, team!"

With some effort, they began racing back toward the jet, single-file, oldest to youngest, when suddenly…

BAM!

A blast of laser fire contorted the ground beneath their feet dramatically, sending them all flying backwards onto the streets. They fell hard and for a few long moments, laid flat on the ground, aching and trying to regain their senses.

One of the Wegos was first to come around, so he was also first to see what… who had attacked them. He looked up with his mouth held agape, unable to put the attacker's image in his mind and make sense of it all.

And when the rest of Team Go aroused, it was clear that neither of them could either…

Hego felt the memory become blurry from there, but what pieces remained was clear as day. Their attacker had attempted to kill Mego and Wegos, just them. Confused and angry, Hego had fought back, and that had led to his injury… somewhere in the battle, the attacker had managed to run some sort of weapon through Hego's chest as a line of defense, saying… saying…

"You'll thank me for this later,"

Yes, that was it. He remembered the sickening sound that had come upon the weapon entering his chest, the strange sensation of pain. Hego had never been stabbed before; he'd always believed himself impervious to such things, like Superman. He knew he couldn't be shot, so why would he be able to be stabbed?

But this… thing, it was different from anything Team Go had faced before, and they had faced a lot. Animal experts who'd gone mad and started living in a nest-styled lair atop the nearby mountains, mathematicians racked for revenge against a city, Bavarian scientists dramatically changed in image after electric accidents gone wrong, and manic super powered sisters with a mind to go evil and take up twenty minutes in the shower while doing so.

But nothing was like this one. Nothing.

That was why they were hiding, weren't they? They had managed to escape the attacker after Hego had been injured, and they had run, they had run, and run, and run, and run… until Hego finally collapsed, unable to go anymore due to sheer exhaustion and the extensive blood loss.

Despite his brothers' pleas for him to get up, the superhero found himself unable, quickly slipping into unconsciousness. So instead, the three moved his weakening body behind a slab of destroyed concrete (the only thing big enough to hide his muscled form), and slipped into the nearest alley, hoping that their pursuer would stay as lost as they had left him.

It had been half and hour now. Hego was slowly slipping away, and there had been no sign of their attacker.

Mego, deciding that enough was enough, stepped forward from his hiding place, leaving the Wegos to watch.

Mego quietly kneeled beside Hego, his face surprisingly void of all arrogance. Between the narrowed slits that remained of his eyes, the elder brother saw nothing short of compassion.

"Hego, we need to get out of here. You're going to die if we don't."

But before Hego could utter of word of agreement or protest, whichever he planned to state, something stopped him. A distinct sound up the street, like footsteps against the pavement, cold, loud footsteps, and they were close.

The hero's eyes widened, he knew what it meant, and he didn't want to suffer this, not again. He turned to warn Mego of the intermediate danger, but he was too late.

Already aware of the sound, Mego turned toward the source coming up the street in a fast pace. He barely had time to react before a large arm slammed into his mid-section, the blow sending him hurdling into the building he had just been hiding behind.

The twins sank deeper into their hiding place, whimpering as they looked onto their now second broken older brother, Mego's consciousness quickly failing on him as he slumped to the ground.

One of the Wegos was brave enough though, to keep an eye on his other fallen sibling, the one who was now facing the would-be attacker.

He was a tall... creature, let's call him, probably close to seven or eight feet in height, and he was well muscled and large in size, but that wasn't the real eye opener... his skin was green.

And it wasn't like the subtle color of Shego's skin, this guy was completely and utterly spinach green. His skin was almost reptilian-looking as well, almost giving him the appearance of a giant lizard. The only thing that threw off this was the full, purple colored body armor he wore, covering him almost completely, but leaving his arms and legs bare, save for a pair of matching gloves and boots. On his side, he held a rather large and ominous looking blaster, colored the same as his battle armor, in his belt, and in his left hand, he held a strange looking staff, also mainly purple, but holding shades of yellow and green on the pointed, wildly shaped tips.

He stared down at his dying pray with vacant, red colored and snake-like eyes, the rest of his head hidden under a horned war helmet that he wore. He could smell the fear that coursed in the air through his flared, but almost human nostrils. It was intoxicating to him, like a woman's perfume to a normal man, but stronger. The feeling surged through him with power, activating the instinct located in all aliens of his species; to hunt, and kill.

But that was not his mission, and he knew the consequences if he didn't anything to harm this specific human were far harsher than any punishment that had been laid down by his government. They were dead serious when it came to the matter at hand…

And I will not fail them, thought the creature, remembering the orders he had received prior to the invasion. He had been given the highest honor of his people, and he would not be a failure to them.

With a cold glare, he looked directly into the sky blue eyes of his victim, then raised his staff with one green arm and spoke in a tone of pure power.

"By the power of the thirteen moons of Jingos and the great leader, Warhok, I claim power over this Earth city! And with the greatest of dignity, I, Prince Warwing of Lorwardia, claim there is truth to the prophecy, for I have at last found The Great Blue!"

A/N

This is something I've been planning in the back of my mind since Graduation first played. I really wanted to see that Great Blue plot continued on, and I also wanted to see Shego face her brothers in Graduation, so, why not do my own take on it?

A lot of this will tie into the story weaved in Lorwardian Wars, a story I'm writing with Darth Comrade, which will continue very soon.

Expect more updates from this soon, as well as my other work, and thank you for reading!