Hi-Hat, Castle Tepes Front Gate
Hi-Hat grinned widely at Doctor Facilier, and turned to look at Shirley.
"May we know where the master of the castle is? We have pressing matters to speak to them about. We've come to offer our help in the coming attack."
Xiangshi leaned in and whispered to Doctor Facilier, keeping her tone professional.
"We'll need you to keep your cool, Doctor. We'll get to business later."
Ginyu Class, Space Station 13
Life on the station was just as chaotic as it always was. Corpses littered the lobby outside of the absent Geneticist's office, tides of grey-suited terrors stalked the corridors, assaulting and disarming anyone with a job to do, and bear-sized spiders stalked maintenance and the Xenobiology lab. On a brighter note, fierce shapeshifting Changelings patiently waited for their time to strike, slaughtering and absorbing the DNA of their victims.
This shift's Captain, a giant, purple, and horny man in an ill-fitting blue-gold jumpsuit, gripped his antique laser pistol tightly, always ready for a Changeling attack. He was a Changeling.
An astonishingly-musclebound Shaft Miner with what appeared to be
fairy wings warned the only other Shaft Miner on shift to stay away from him. Both he and his shift-buddy were Changelings.
A dark-skinned Scientist decked in full skull-shaped facepaint aimlessly drifted through space, hunting for artifacts and derelict ships. He was a Changeling.
A filthier-than-usual Assistant with rotting skin jammed his makeshift spear into a Giant Spider's dripping thorax, and brought it down. He was a Changeling, among other things.
A semi-robotic Bartender made up of a metal endoskeleton and a dully-glowing canister tended to the bar, and mixed yet another horrifyingly foul drink up for the bored Assistants and Medical Doctors attending. He was a Changeling.
The Chief Engineer, a Russian fellow wearing a white hardsuit, did his best to fix up a long-abandoned station using nothing but his toolbox, his wits, several Mobile Man-Machine Interfaces, and the fact that he was a Changeling.
The Captain turned to a large, console with a blue screen-- the Communications Console. With a stern look, he typed a message into the Console, and sent out a Stationwide Announcement.
The Class of Ginyu 20XX will meet in the Thunderdome.
Across the station, five individuals caught the message, and nodded grimly. With a flourish of their hands, they activated their teleporters, and disappeared from the face of Space Station 13. The Captain did so, soon after.
Sturm Oberweiss, Two Miles Away From REVOCS Corporate Headquarters
A haggard-looking deliveryman pushed a large crate stacked on a dolly down a suspicious alleyway. At the end of the alley, a strange armored figure approached the deliveryman.
The deliveryman, somewhat unnerved, addressed the figure.
"A-are you M-mister Oberweiss?"
The figure grunted, and nodded.
"U-uh, I've got a package for you."
The figure stared at the crate, and looked back to the deliveryman. "How many?" he said.
"T-twenty Goku Uniforms... custom design, 20% Fiber, emblazoned with your company's logo."
The figure appeared to be smiling behind his fearsome gas mask and helmet. "Good. Thank you. Leave."
The deliveryman, at a complete loss for words, moved the crate to the ground and pulled out of the alleyway.
The armored man, one Sturm Oberweiss, ran his hands along the crate. Peeking inside, he saw four stacks of black-and-white uniforms, with Shocker+'s logo emblazoned on the chest. Hiding a smile behind his mask, Sturm slapped a teleporter on the crate and activated it. In a flash, both Sturm and the crate were gone.
The deliveryman turned to see an empty alleyway smelling of ozone.
Was that an alien? he thought,
No, couldn't be. Aliens don't exist. Idly picking at his 10% Life Fiber suit, the deliveryman got back in his truck, and drove off. He had many more packages to deliver today, and wasn't going to let
one space alien screw him up.
