'Oh ok, so that's who you are, if that's the case then tell me where Shade Light is?', said the Miracler, 'Alright, first of all, put the guns down and untie me', said Randy, 'How about no, now tell me where he is or I'll blow a rubber bullet into your super smooth, precious skin, and GORP will stun you to eternal damnation, right GORP?...GORP?' as he looked towards the brute, beckoned a gesture towards his direction, and yet, GORP somehow held the warden's stun gun horizontally, albeit it backwards, at his own mushed up reptilian face, 'Other way 'round, buddy', said Randy mockingly 'Also, aren't you two federal agents for the GA'.
The Miracler backed down from the comment, though in his mind it was an insult, he held down the gun and let out a big chuckle 'Ha-ha-ha, you think we're that pathetic? Did your idiot brain get bombarded by a ballistic missile, so much so your IQ lowered to below room temperature', said the Miracler, 'GORRRRP' said GORP in a saddened tone, 'Not you, buddy', then he looked at Randy, 'NOW, TELL ME WHERE HE IS, COWBOY WANNABE!', Randy shuddered and shook from the demand.
'I DON'T KNOW OK, I DON'T KNOW, now even if I did, I wouldn't tell you anything, that's what's up', said Randy, 'We're up a few thousand metres, that's all, and I'll throw you down, since you're tied up, you'll burn up like a meteor and turn to ash'.
Randy's confidence fell down to ground level like a phoenix that has shot down by a poacher 'Now I understand you're after him, how about we do this, you lay you life down in order to help us, and we won't toss you down 110 kilometres, DEAL, just accept it, at this point you have no other option!', 'And what will I get in return?', 'POWER' said the Miracler, 'From where, from what I know, you two only got yourselves and a couple of non-lethal weapons, WHO DIED AND MADE YOU's EMPERORS?', said Randy, 'We also have an interdimensional alien-ship, YOUR interdimensional alien-ship, that can transform back into a soup kitchen in cases of emergency, and you, a hostage, if you will, NOW JOIN US OR I'LL JUST KILL YA!', Randy though for a moment, sure his life has been put in danger twice before, both times with less options as this, yet he was most intimidated by this offer, after all, he had only heard of the Miracler only from an article which told of his very reason in Azardiz Sanctorium, 'Alright, alright, I'll join you, but only on a whim.' 'Great!' the Miracler says as he tosses his .45 mm rubber gun on the table in reassurance.
'Now you're our treasurer, you're going to look after all our treasures along the way, got it, yuppie?' said the Miracler, 'Are you gonna call me a yuppie or cowboy wannabe, which one?' said Randy.
Ignoring what Randy had just asked previously, the Miracler officially welcomed him into the group 'You're one of us now, a supervillain!', Randy was indeed perplexed, 'Wait, what did you just say, a supervillain, so you're saying that you two are supervillains in like a legal sense or what?', 'No in a legitimate sense as well' the Miracler said in an almost arrogant manner, 'Can you fly?' said Randy, 'In a helicopter' Miracler responded, 'Can you breathe fire?', 'Do you think I'm a dragon?', 'Can you shoot lasers out of your eyes?', 'Why are you asking, Randy?', 'I mean, Shade Light can', 'Yeah well he can do just about anything, that's why I stopped giving a damn.'
'Do you have super strength?', 'Nope', 'Super speed?', 'Nope', 'Invisibility!', 'To most girls, yeah, in a combat scenario, I stick out like a sore thumb, so no.' 'Do you have any telekinetic prowess at all?', 'GORP does, but his IQ is not befitting of it, I mean how do you know control, or ensure safety, or even know when to use it when you're brain matter is scattered like dust particles, truly not, eh.' replied the Miracler in an angsty and hasty manner this time.
'Why do you keep asking these questions?, they're so irritating, do you have anything better to do?' fired back the Miracler, in his own round of questions, 'Well I'm all tied up for one thing, and for another, I don't know how you'd consider yourselves "supervillains", with such a lack of life-force energy, even the weakest of the bunch have something useful, but you two only have an immoral attitude, one of you do have powers, but they are rendered useless when the intellect is..... well as such, you two are more like one-time villains of the week, and less like supervillains, less like a rouge's gallery, less like actual threats.' The Miracler's expression changed, no more full sentences, no more remarks, just slow stuttering, 'Nghu, nya, wh- wh-... why you little-', irritated and not bothering to finish, They untied the newest member, gave him back the gun and told him to take the lead in navigation, then they ate their soup.
'Well, so what qualities do you have then?' whispered Randy, 'Enhanced intellect and combat prowess' the Death Deliverer replied, 'And what do you do then?', 'I'm a scientist', 'Either way no superpowers, eh?' Randy mockingly asked, 'Cool, what does this do?', asked the Miracler, while snatching the controls, which was the stun gun in disguise, out of GORP's hand unknowingly, 'Hey, give that back to me, that's mine, give it back!', Randy shouted as he tried to reach the controls, 'Nope, ha-ha', said the Miracler, as he tosses the controls to GORP, who caught it with ease, thus a whole chase, reminiscing of a solo-play in an game of rugby or soccer, in this case, this was a double team, 'GORP, hold him in place', following orders, GORP did hold him in place, 'Now, since your mockery has gone long enough, we will travel at Mach speed back down to the ground, like I command, alright?'
"YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED" said a voice (or rather 'the Voice') in the corks of the ship, an AI built in by the creator of the FTM which has control over the commuting speed and destination, as well as the design of the ship, it only requires a single mention of what the ship's transport system should look like, as well as the speed it should travel at, most commonly referred to as just "Computer" by Randy, though on some odd occasions he calls it "Lil' Mama".
'I don't care, just get us down in ONE PIECE!', he yelled back in a loud voice back the Voice, not even thinking of what will happen if they did travel at such speed, "ACCESS GRANTED, YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND"
'Wait, no no no, I didn't mean th-' he couldn't finish his sentence as they travelled down at such an unrealistic speed that both GORP and the Miracler stretched out like a Looney Tunes cartoon, as they both screamed for the life of them, Randy had escaped GORP's grip, as he closed his ears so it doesn't pop like a balloon, all three were floating and wafting about in the airborne FTM, as it took over 8 minutes to reach the ground, yet those eight minutes were eternity to both GORP and the Miracler.
As the screaming of the two alien grown men slowly died down, so did the patience of Randy, 'GREAT WORK, YOU COULDN'T EVEN REGISTER THAT WE WERE GOING TO CRASH LAND, SHAME ON YOU, "SCIENTIST", WHAT A DAMN JOKE.'
The Miracler ignored him and registered what sequences went on and learnt all of the controls used in the FTM, then his eyes widened and glowed gold, just like the rest of his body did, his spiky hair turned into straight, short golden waves, his mouth opened at a slight angle, like a small grin, tears of joy, streaming down along his cheekbones, and he levitated above both his subordinates, becoming the main focus of the ship, he spoke wisely 'Great Scott, this machinery, though old as the ages of time, the ages possibly eons old as the Khanadark Entities, the First Amendments Elysian, the Black-Hole-Elder-Ones, and even "The One Who Made Light and Dark", I can still feel the visions I remember of the old past, the current present and even the far future, this device was the combined work of the children of Manháven, the creator of the Boundless region of space and time, this is it, and yet..., yet how did it end up in the hands of Shade Light, for he is only a mere mortal, unless he is actually ... descendant of the Khanadark gods, yet we don't even know what his true identity is, or the true universe of his origin, how?', before he could leak out more of the visions he saw, he was briefly interrupted by Randy, who snapped his fingers at him rhythmically, 'Um, hello, look at me, who in the world is the Khanadark Entities, or the rest of the gibberish gods you spoke of?'
'They are all the different entities, capable of either creation and destruction, they were all created by Manháven, the creator of all dimensions, these beings below him govern every dimension, be it universes at the least and so on, the Khanadark's are a clan, born from dying dimensions in the Boundless region of space and time, they are rumoured to be Shade Light's ancestors, same blood, therefore being very powerful, they govern the two multiverses from threats from outside and neighbouring dimensions, larger and smaller, like the cell membrane in a plant cell governs the cell from the exterior. The First Amendment Elysian is a being who govern peace between universes, it was rumoured they created the first Galactic Alliances in each universe, eons ago. The Black-Hole-Elder-God is quite mysterious, though they were the one person who were stated they create the actual dimensions and could travel all throughout them using black holes, in every dimension. Finally, "The One Who Made Light and Dark" is the first-born son and avatar of Manháven, unlike the rest of his siblings, he was too benevolent to destroy, he is the creator of life-force energy, all decisions within the dimensions, he is the fore-father of both morality and immorality, the most powerful out of the bunch, though he was ganged up on by his psycho siblings, and ruthlessly met his end, at least physically.'
'As a result of his avatar's gruesome end, Manháven came down upon his physical embodiment and subjected his malevolent children to work endlessly, and thus the remainder of the ancient records were lost.'
His eyes stopped glowing, his tears dried up, his mouth closed, and he dropped down, though he was caught by GORP at the last second, 'What was that all about?' said Randy, GORP, at the best of his capabilities, made a hand gesture, pointing to his eyes, just to make sure he understood what Randy meant, 'A vision, is it not?', Randy said, this time in a quieter, more understanding tone, and GORP lightly nodded.
A Synopsis Rant By The True Narrator (very, very important information):
Now, I understand that I hadn't went on a rant since the very beginning of this very excruciatingly confusing adventure, and for a very good reason, this is to explain the whole sequence, the Miracler and GORP (though GORP may be from another world) are Aldebaran natives in Terra-002, which was a void-planet, drifting alone with two moon and a star smaller than the planet was, it imploded just around 35 years ago, with only the star as it's last evidence of existence, Randy is a native of Venus and born of the planet Mars in Terra-045, both of his home worlds imploded, leaving him a sole-survivor stranded on a drifting moon that was once a colony of the Venusian ancestors, he was trained by a Khanadarkian "superhero", called Shade Light, he left an interdimensional alien-transporter called the "Fairy Tale Maker", handcrafted by the children of Manháven, who is the true pinnacle of existence itself.
There are infinite universe, two multiverses, and an omniverse in the Boundless region of space and time, all created by him. There are many children of Manháven, of both who have mortal features and what-not. His first-born was "The One Who Made Light and Dark", an aspect of his true, benevolent self, the Khanadark Entities, who are a current Type-7 civilisation of their own, yet of the same blood of the first-born, they were originally quadruplet twins, who expanded over time into many descendants, becoming vastly more knowledgeable, more technological and more diverse, yet they were the malevolent beings, untruthful of their brethren respect, there are no place in the crown for them.
The same can be said for the First Amendment Elysian, the "peace" provider throughout all the dimensions, big and small, though he very much was the most violent at one point, because of this, there was no chance either for him to ascend the throne at any point in existence to become the supreme ruler (if ever, he already has too much power), The Black-Hole-Elder-One were quadruplet female siblings of their own who all fused into one single entity to enhance their power, like their younger Khanadarkian brothers, these boys were the most intellectual, and oldest of the children, not including the dear, poor old benevolent the "One Who Made Light and Dark", the quadruplets made large destructive voids called "blazars" and wide voids which spew life-force energy called "quasars" (although even immortals die from the gamma-ray burst) in place of all dimensions (again big and small).
Now since the 'Fairy Tale Maker' was the creation of the children of Manháven, it is the most important transport vehicle, the pack of three refugees are running rogue, horrid living conditions, forcing them to live in this "machine" and freeload off of the services, and they are the main targets of the evil "Children of Manháven". This means they'll have to think of a way to survive, and I believe it will not be possible, based on how the circumstances lay out. The remaining children are all evil beyond recognition, even the Krampus wouldn't do such heinous acts, if he knew of what they did, he'd cry himself to sleep every night, he would permanently list them as naughty, and yet even he will fear giving them coal as a punishment, he'd get on his knees and pray to Manhavén that he would be better off in the next life.
Now I'm finished with my synopsis, now back up the tale.
A couple of moments passed the Miracler, now not in his Oracler (get it, Miracler, Oracler, he tells prophecies) state, regained his consciousness, he asked what was going on, and Randy explained everything, he began to despair, thinking that he'd gone mad, then the hyperventilation came in, but only for a brief moment, because when he looked into the mirror, he'd seen to change, his brown hair had remained almost the same, although with some hints of gold, his washboard six pack had also turned into a stunning eight pack, and he'd developed an even more of a ripped physique, on top of that, he'd red eyes, which had converted from brown, resembling laser eyes, it was astounding to say the least, and at the very most, a Fairy-Tale Maker, had made a fairy tale caretaker.
'Shouldn't we go after the Galactic Alliance?' the Miracler questioned, 'I mean my powers clutched in at the right moment, whatever it is, doesn't that mean I'm immortal until "they're" finished off for good, shouldn't we start with underlings of the First Amendment Elysian, at least in this universe?', 'You're right, in a sense, but we need to keep a low profile, we can't be recognised at any cost, especially since Shade Light knows who we are.' Randy beckoned in advance.
The three outcasts reached near towards the door (or at least of what remains of it, as holes were punctured into the wood, making it look as if it were multiple keyholes), and as they looked outside, they finally took glance at the large prison, a mere 10 metres away from them, they stood back and glanced up, truly a spectacle, not only did it pass through the sky, but even planes fell below its true reach, possibly even kilometres below, it was estimated to be at around 110 kilometres at the summit, but even that seemed too little.
Azardiz Sanctorium it was, a magnificent insight on how large building could get, it was stated to be constructed by so many of mankind over a few number decades, though countless numerous men and women fell ill at the process and passed at the summit of their craft, brave as they were, it was foolish of them to undertake such a low wage, high work hour job, especially when only a low number of them were criminals, both in deaths and in craft.
It even overtook populations of large nations to even scratch the surface of the skyline, and because high death rates, populations fell off like the steepness of the Andes mountain range.
It took 35 years to finish the structure of the massive prison, even with vastly greater technology, compared to our measly world, yet the exterior of this ultra-massive prison took a century for completion, since then, 135 total years ago in 2050, much has changed, and with the 10 year in advance for time-dilation, the year is estimated to be 2185 AD on this Earth, but even that is uncertain.
'Woah, what a beauty', said Randy, 'Understatement there, eh?' remarked the Miracler, 'There are possibly hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, possibly even billions or trillions number of the worst all over the universe locked up in here permanently, either dead for decades or dried up like a prune, yet we were the first escapees, all of those cronies had power, wealth and fame, but what they lacked was life, character, and but of course intellect, even the strongest of the bunch hadn't bothered freeing themselves, and why you may ask?, because they're fools, that's what', 'Yeah, yeah, we hear the same thing all the time, you flexing your bullshit knowledge, blah, blah, blah, I hate to break it to ya, but there are many smarter than you and me, and of course especially GORP', replied Randy, 'Yes Randy, but do you know what they lack?, the mentality' the Miracler had remarked back, 'You seem to think that your a god, ain't ya?' questioned Randy, 'To some degree, yes, but that's not what I'm worried about, what I am is of the "Children of Manháven", their prowess, and of course, the man of the hour, Shade Light.'
'If you want to get to him, you need a map, of any type that is, fortunately we have an inter-dimensional, shape-shifting transmission device at our disposal, it can change to take on any form it wants, whenever it wants, wherever it wants, and that my friends is the way we can reach him, other than that, there's nothing else we can do', Randy proposed and gave out a chuckle, 'CHANGE NOW, INTO A GIANT GPS MAP OF EARTH, AND IF YOU DON'T I'L-!', blared Randy, but in almost perfect counter-action out of fear, 'UNDERSTOOD, SIR' the Voice had replied back, in fact in possible fear of being replaced by their significant other, and becoming one with him under his shadow.
The Galactic Alliance sponsored "soup kitchen" turned into a giant map of the Earth, or what remains of it, with the location set near Azardiz Sanctorium, this place shows the little island-sized nation known as "Azardiz", it stretches to around a couple thousands of square kilometres, if it were in our current Earth, it would only be 112,523 square kilometres bigger than Papua New Guinea, which merely contains the giant hyper-prison, leaving a large area of living space for the community, but even that gets overturned by the giant farmlands set on them, only a couple of single-story bungalow houses, in a very dispersed setting, immerses the landscape, being one of the only nations with a rural (the western half) and urban (the east half which is where these outcasts lay foot at) populous which does not require the overuse of technological advances, instead with actual civilizational advances one step at a time.
Even after a "decade", the town resembles the same as before, with a slight difference, a minor one for many, but a major one for the Aldebaran natives
A door decimated by the cowardly guards fleeing in fear, the security cameras would've definitely caught sight of this tale, but no actions were taken at all, as if it didn't capture what emerged literally a half hour ago.
The map showed that the headquarters of the Galactic Alliance was no further than an hour and 45 minutes (120 kilometres away is what I would say) drive to the barren ends of "Azardiz". It would take around a millisecond for the FTM to reach the headquarters, but that would definitely alert the cameras, the CCTV and even the found footage cameras on the high tower door, there are even more cameras on the floors above, even a small set of highly trained guards who monitor the tower at any costs, and even if they did reach the corporate managers, literal tyrannosaurus-rexes, (as they're called even in this world), and finish them off for good, they won't even make it all the way down in one piece, unless they're prepared. They have two intellects and one monster, plus a range of non-lethal weapons, a shape-shifting transmission-machine and of course, hope, only hope can save their egos, otherwise the chances of winning for these cowfilth are more like 1.5% on their best day.
As they went into the FTM, now back in the shape of the regular GA soup kitchen, with brazen GA logos on each of the eight wheels, they set the location, and the speed, just around Mach 5-speed to be exact, they darted across the landscape of 100 kilometres in what felt like under a minute, and around the last 20 kilometres of the way, they rode the rest of the way there at only 60 kilometres per hour, reaching the entrance at the 20th minute of travelling at the consistent average speed.
They were here, the Galactic Alliance headquarters, yes, some douchebag official in the high-council at the "Sacred Holy Temple of the Elysian" thought it would be a smart idea to have the headquarters in the same nation as the largest prison run by the Galactic Alliance.
This building was home to the most powerful force in the universe, other than life-force energy of course.
At the first front gate was a barbed electrical wired brazen door, with a 2.5 metre diameter in length, 2 meter diameter in width, and a double-layered brazen iron door behind it.
It was guarded by a dozen or so highly trained security guards, all with a sharp, steel baton in hand, a visor shield in the other, a gun (in a holster) on the back of their uniforms and a metal helmet on, they also had bulletproof vests in tact, and a darn mean look overall, like a couple of Rumpelstiltskin clones from the great and amazing fairytale.
'Who-do-you-serve?', one of them asked to the the trio of misfits, the voice of his sounding even more robotic than the voice of 'the Voice', 'No one, s-sir' the Miracler replied in a calm yet suspicious demeanour, he didn't want to get caught after all, the guard's expression changed from anger to concern and suspicion, 'Oh quit joking partner, we serve the Galactic Alliance, sir' said Randy, then the guard's expression changed back from suspicion and concern to a small yet deep smile, 'Come-in-my-boys' he said, the gates opened, and with hope, they were through, a vision.