Chapter I - Multiverse: Code Screwed ~Multehx707

Frigid. The single word that summed up this December better than most else. The roads were ice beds, so traffic was about at a standstill. But that didn't mean all ground based vehicles were halted.

Over the snowy fields, a locomotive raced. An inch off the fields really. You see, this craft, christened the Spectrum ATT (All Terrain Train), by its creator moved along most surfaces with ease, keeping an inch to a foot above them on its opaque, glowing, blue hover-rails. It was an impressive sight, and one that struck fear into the hearts of many.

You see at one time, the Spectrum had been owned and driven by the nefarious Sir Pseudo Havering. Now, things weren't quite the same. A pair of disembodied eyed with red pupils looked out the side window. He turned at the frustrated groan of a figure behind him. He turned, looking at the gentleman (It apparently was the form of a young person, male, and a bit in the shadows).

"What seems to be the matter?" Omega asked. The figure looked to the side, obviously displeased.

"This is taking ungodly long..." he growled.

"Well, it took ages to update this thing and get a fix on the others..." Omega shrugged, leaning against the control panel of the engine.

There was silence, then the figure wondered aloud, "Does anyone else know?"

"No…only CR. It's extremely obvious if you were paying attention, but easy to miss otherwise."

Omega shook his head.

"I still find it amazing...it's half a decade after the Zolott affair and Havering still has followers who want to fulfill his 'Era of Perfection' scheme."

"Yeah, but what I don't get," a being comprised of a living suit of armor and a helmet stated, walking in from the attached passenger car, "is what I have to do with all this stuff?"

The figure looked over.

"Elementary, Kenzo. This all started years before any of us, with the 'War of the Great One'. Pseudo Havering, a scout in the war, witnessed his brother's death, and it drove him to the edge. The death of his deity pushed him over it, and he became bent on attaining the power he has now, the Rage Force locked in the diamond, and bringing about the 'Era of Perfection'; a time where humanity was extinct and demon kind ruled all in prosperity.

"He was on the verge of wiping out humanity, in one time stream, but their last ditch effort, Omega's prototype, 'Infinity', slapped the diamond out of his hand into a time branch of the Rip when fighting him. The diamond ended up with and bonded to mister Multehx707, making him a living opponent to Havering, as well as a defiance of fate. Havering tried to kill him with one of his projections, but he proved too strong, so Havering decided to do it himself.

"He resorted to one of his 'warm up' creations, the planet Zolott, and made it a patchwork composition of other existing locations, drawing in numerous innocent people in order to bait his opponent into his world to do battle. However, he brought the 'IGS' machine from the future, where he ruled the world with an iron fist as boss of the global corp., Alpha Tek, to Zolott, and created the tough as nails 'Evil Infects'. He revived Ratch, and Baron Holograntis to have them join his forces. But…"

"Apparently, he 'adn't counted on the good guys scoring a win," a massive, gold plated robot with a very prominent jaw stated, walking into the room. "And, Ratch double crossed him and ran. The Baron, and his Infects were killed, and so was 'e. In his final moments, he threw Multehx into a branch of the Corrupted Rip to suffer till the end of his days. 'Owever, he didn't survive either, as dat Markior guy took him outta the ballgame. CR came to Zolott, as everyone was about to be transported home in the physics of it all, and put a fog on their memories, so dey can't remember anything unless they find something that reminds 'em of it, and focus real hard on remembering."

A man in strange, tight fitting garments walked in. He looked to be a ninja or assassin.

"That's where it all begins, right, gents?"

The Knight nodded.

"Indeed, and nice having you join us and even honor us by saying something, Sir Scilas."

Scilas looked over at Kenzo, still emotionless.

"I would have sent you to the junk heap by now, if it wasn't for the fact you're the only living member of Mr. Falore's team, the original ones to take part in this all."

Kenzo snickered, and looked over to the shadowy figure as he spoke, "What our homicidal friend says is true- Kenzo, you are here for that reason. You guys did it once; maybe with the ones who managed to do it double time, we could finally rid the Multiverse of all his influence."

Everyone nodded and the figure folded his arms and closed his eyes.

"Havering may be dead and sealed in the mid-dimension, but we've got another problem now.

"Seems when 'God', for I don't know if that is his name. Buddah, God, Jehova, Alla, whatever he goes by…I know deep down there has to be some creator of this all. I just feel it, created this all, he made a few 'insurance policies' - the Multiverse worked out right. Some of which, the arms called the 'Creation's Weapons', that hold immense power are the goal of some new coalition of evil that wants to collect them all and unify their power. There's also the legendary 'Creation's Weapon', i.e. a single device that holds the power to eradicate a species if used. Now, if this coalition got the weapons and weapon, they'd be able to destroy humanity and anyone who opposed their plans."

All were silent, until Scilas finally spoke up, "So…why are we here exactly. I mean ‘we’ as in not Mr. Yhezl."

The figure nodded. "Good point, but I can answer that one easily. Everyone is qualified for the task. Scilas, you're the top-notch assassin in the Multiverse. Omega is one of the greatest heroes of Parallel Earth." He then turned to the large robot. "Ratch, you got us this nifty device in the wake of the Genesis's destruction, and are a titan of strength. You are past tough enough for this. We'd be grateful to have you on this mission."

Ratch thought for a moment, then looked back down.

"Someone's gotta save this crazy world, and I'll be damned if I don't give it my best before I die."

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The next month was rather routine for the gang. The Spectrum stopped in various locations around the Multiverse, rounding up various people for the new mission. They were introduced to the crew, though they remembered none of them: The heroic and cheery Omega, who was the engineer of the trip, Ratch Havoc, a rather gruff individual who provided ample muscle power, Scilas, the mysterious assassins who rarely talked, but radiated professionalism in his field, and the quiet, slightly nervous young man, Ian. He was the repairman of the crew, and always seemed to be fixing this or that, and was never around to talk long. He wore an odd green cloak, and had dark brown hair.

Currently, the crew was in the Spectrum, all scattered about it, and it was in the middle of transcending dimensions. The doors were sealed shut for the safety of all within, and there was the occasional bump like a train on tracks, since traversing dimensions did have a lot of turbulence to it. Ratch looked over the crew. True, they were short one or two since the Zolott happenings, but they were up a few new faces too. Heck, they might just succeed in purging the multiverse of Havering's influence. Omega was stern faced at the wheel. He was dead set on his job – find someone or something that might hold information on how to find the weapons and weapon.