The Naar Saga part 1: Return of the Enemy
Galloway usually doesn’t dream beyond the usual stuff: cute girls, food, and watching Magus’s head roll for trying to feed him to Molor. However, a few nights after he left Weiila’s, the dreams began…
He was standing inside a cave, in front of a deep underground lake. Beside him was Weiila, Val, Starstorm, and Poke. He stepped into the water, and out came a brilliant flash of light. Suddenly, everyone else had vanished, and Galloway was in front of a giant shadow.
The shadow laughed, then tore him apart, limb by limb.
Weiila, on the other hand, was sleeping soundly. When she got up the next day (or was it the previous day- damn international date line), she returned to her notes to write her revenge on Galloway for sending her to hell.
Once again, someone had gone through the notes. Suddenly, a black-armored hand reached at her from behind. An all-too-familiar voice said, “You suffered this fate once. You will suffer it again.”
A laser blast rang out. This time, however, the figure stayed.
Galloway finally decided to see Weiila about the dream. Maybe she could make some sense out of it. After all, she WAS the smart one in the duo.
After flying over to Sweden, he found her house once again deserted. Like before, he kicked the door down.
“Ouch!” screamed a voice from beneath the door. Ultros pushed the piece of wood off of himself and shouted, “Nobody will bother master! Begone!” Galloway sent him flying through the roof with a single kick, then continued to Weiila’s room.
He found, once again, a small child crying on the bed. Thoughts about what had happened previously rushed into his mind. Was it starting again?
Was Mox back?
Almost as if in response to his question, a black-armored figure leaped from the roof. It grabbed Galloway by the collar, but since Galloway had his sword handy, it simply took a swipe to make him let go.
The figure jumped forward, but Galloway jumped to the side and smacked him down. A Gallo-beam then followed, catapulting the dark being tumbling backwards.
The figure sent a fireball, but Galloway reflected it back. Next, it pried some floor loose and tossed it, but Galloway smashed the piece apart.
Weiila had lost interest long ago. She fell asleep.
The fight continued for some time. Then Galloway, after beating the living shit out of the enemy, pinned them and said, “You’re not Mox. Mox was much stronger than you. Who the hell are you, anyway?”
The figure struggled loose. “Falchin!”
Galloway backed away. “Then why the hell did you shrink Weiila? And what’s with the armor?”
Falchin turned away. “I didn’t reduce her. And the armor is my father’s curse, handed down to me. The bloodline of Mox runs through my veins; I am powerless to stop it. The armor is a curse father put upon his entire family. And, if you’re interested, I came to save the girl!”
Everyone rushed back to Weiila’s room to find Ultros, severely bruised, trying to pick up sleeping Weiila. Galloway sliced off his tentacles and sent him into high orbit yet again, then began to plan for the next phase.
THE END OF PART 1
Weiila: WAAAAAAHHH!!! I’M A KID AGAIN!!!
Galloway: At least Mox isn’t back…I hope…
The Naar Saga part 2: Devastating Loss
After a few minutes, Galloway called Neo and had him come over. Whoever had done this, Falchin had reasoned, must be close by; he said something about how the being was too slow to move very far.
Just after Neo showed up, a knock was heard from downstairs. Starstorm stood in the doorway, looking at what used to be Weiila’s house. Poke was behind him, mumbling something about having to shove Ultros off himself on the way over.
Now, with an entire army, they raised their chances of victory from 10000000000000 to 1 to 9000000000000 to 1. They walked outside.
After moving about five feet, a note appeared out of nowhere. It read:
“If you are foolish enough to face me, go to the God-forsaken hell hole called North Dakota. I will be waiting there.”
Grumbling, Galloway used the teleportation spell to head to the God-forsaken hell hole called North Dakota.
After landing in the God-forsaken hell hole called North Dakota, they met their enemy. He was tall, muscular, and dressed completely in black armor. A cape was hanging on his back. His face was completely lost in his black, horned helmet. A sword hung at his waist, and a shield was strapped to his back.
At first, you would mistake this guy for Mox. But there was something much different, much more terrifying…
Suddenly, a hand rose up, and a blast of energy flew forward. Galloway and Neo used the “dissapear then reappear” trick, Weiila simply ducked, and Falchin flew to the side. Unfortunately, Star and Poke were caught completely off-guard; they were smashed head-on.
When they got back up, they were seven-year-old kids.l
Cursing this calamity, Galloway and Neo fused into Ultra. The being simply stood there, as if what was happening was no trouble to him.
“Foolish warriors,” said the being, in a voice that would make your blood run cold. “Did you really think you could win against me? I am Naar, God of Evil! Nobody can destroy me!”
Ultra, however, had used the lengthy speech to charge up an enormous energy blast. It connected head-on, catapulting Naar five miles into the distance. Unfortunately, he just got up and came rushing back.
Ultra fired up a Kaioken hastily, then began to combo down on Naar. The god simply stood there, blocking the blows, then sent a single smashing blast into Ultra, plowing him through the ground. The two unfused the moment they stopped moving.
Neo crawled his way forward, then collapsed. Galloway, however, stood straight back up, despite his injuries, and charged up a Gallo-beam. However, without the added energy of Neo, the blast didn’t even dent Naar. This was getting desperate.
Finally, Galloway realized there was one way to win. It would be risky, and probably wouldn’t destroy Naar, but hopefully, it would weaken him enough to force him to flee. He began to charge up for another blast, but unlike before, he continued to charge past the reccommended maximum.
Naar looked onward in shock. Blood began to drip from Galloway’s lip. His knees began to quiver violently. Everyone could tell that the amount of power he was charging was too strong; it was killing him.
Finally, with an agonizing scream, Galloway released the energy. Everyone was knocked unconcious by the force being created by the attack. The last thing they saw was Naar being blasted backwards and Galloway slumping to the ground.
Weiila woke to find herself, along with everyone (except Galloway), in a simple tent. Above her, holding a damp cloth, was Val.
“You’re lucky to be alive,” said Val. “If you had been out for a few more hours, you would be pushing up the daisies right now.”
“Gallo…Gallo…Gal…” began Weiila, but she couldn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to.
Val shook her head. “He was barely alive when we found him. Whatever he did, he had lost nearly all of his energy. When you consider his nature, that would make it impossible for him to survive for long. He is still alive, but he won’t be able to strain himself for a while. Now go to sleep.”
Weiila then fell back to sleep. Val continued to wash her wounds, then left.
THE END OF PART 2
Weiila: And how much would a set of all three sagas cost?
Galloway: Next to nothing, but it’s really $3000.99.
The Naar Saga part 3: Why Not to Piss Off a God
Naar lifted himself out of the debris of what used to be a trailer park in the God-forsaken hell hole called North Dakota. After surveying the destruction Galloway had inadvertanly caused, a deep chuckle emerged from his dark helmet.
“This could be entertaining after all.”
Galloway woke to find himself strapped to a bed. Val and Zero X-Hunter were standing over him, talking about how that one guy looked just like Mox and stuff. They didn’t notice Galloway squirm his way out of the straps and crawl out of the tent.
Struggling to keep his balance, Galloway made his way to a small pile of old crates. Gasping for air, he sat himself down and thought about what had happened. He was supposed to be dead; the Final Attack Technique always destroyed the user, as his brother had said.
And yet he was still alive…
The Gungir smashed throught the pile directly behind Galloway. Val and X-Hunter stalked towards him, carrying a straight-jacket and a needle full of some sort of medication. Galloway tried to flee, but found himself too weakened to move.
Suddenly, an enormously large amount of dark energy filled the area. Val, sensing it at the same time Galloway did, grabbed the Gungir and readied it. X-Hunter didn’t sense anything, but he followed in suit. Galloway used every ounce of strength he could muster and drew his sword.
A huge bmass of black energy appeared. It formed into the ghastly form of Naar. He drew his sword in one hand and raised the other. Val threw the Gungir at him, but it was incinerated in the blast that flowed from Naar’s hand. It connected with her, sending her catapulting back several yards.
X-Hunter charged in blind confusion, but Naar simply knocked him aside with a flick of his wrist. He then stalked toward Galloway, his sword readied to run the hero through. In desperation, Galloway swung his sword at the foul god.
What followed next was amazing. The moment Galloway’s sword connected with Naar’s blade, a flash of light filled the area. When it dissipitated, both blades were lying in pieces on the ground. Naar withdrew in panic. Galloway simply charged up what little strength he could and stood up.
“What the hell’s going on here?” shouted a voice from somewhere. Wilfredo Martinez, Igatona, Faetan, and Mabatseeker emerged from various tents in response to the bright flashes, the noisy combat, and that damn orchestra that wouldn’t stop playing.
Galloway simply collapsed again. X-Hunter regained conciousness and dragged him back into the bed. He then set off to find what had happened to Val, leaving Wil and Iga in COMPLETE CONTROL!!!
X-Hunter was walking for quite a while when he saw that the path of destruction was beginning to clear. Finally, he found where it stopped.
At that very spot, a small child sat, crying.
Naar looked onward. He couldn’t risk facing them again; at least, not right now. He had no choice but to send his best agents in…
His castle was filled with the sound of heavy footsteps. Cybernetic soldiers, each one armed with some sort of weapon, entered the square. Naar handed them their orders, then sent them out to eliminate everyone in that pathetic team of theirs.
He then summoned four others. He gave them their orders; if the first plan failed, then they were to be the fail-safe. They had to strike while the group was weakened.
They had no time to waste.
Galloway was lying in the bed when Falchin came over. He handed him an old friend; the Everlasting Rag.
“It was in the room with the Black Pentagram,” he said. “I believe it’s yours.”
Galloway took it, then fell asleep.
THE END OF PART 3
Val: I’m a kid now? NOOOO!!!
Galloway: whips out the Everlasting Rag and puts it under Val’s nose
Val: falls asleep
The Naar Saga part 4: Why Assassins are Pathetic
After X-Hunter returned with the kid Val, everyone prepared to break camp. Galloway, having regained his strength, emeged from the tent with a smashed blade, a rag that would never die, and the knowledge that if he didn’t get to the bottom of his dreams, the world would be in some serious shit.
Everyone hiked east, preparing to leave the God-forsaken hell hole called North Dakota. The group that was with Val didn’t talk at all about what THEY were doing; whenever Galloway or the others brought it up, they simply rolled their eyes away and pointed a sharp object at his neck. This was going to be one LONG trip.
Suddenly, a laser blasted by, barely missing Galloway. It connected with a rock, leaving behind a small burned piece of earth. Cyborgs armed with guns, laser swords, laser spears, and various other nasty weapons that would poke somebody’s eye out, emerged from hiding to challange the group. Unfortunately, they would soon learn not to be take their enemies easily…
One ran straight at Igatona, only to get his head knocked clean off with a single backhand. X-Hunter’s blade ripped through three of them easily. Star, even as a kid, began to summon his Pixy Stixs; many cyborgs layed dead after a few rounds of that. Galloway ripped the spine out of one, then jammed it through another one’s head. Val, despite her size, tried to raise the newly-reincarnated Gungnir. She couldn’t throw it, but about four of the cyborgs impaled themselves on it (they weren’t known for intelligence, it seems).
Just when it seemed like it was over, even MORE came out of nowhere. Pissed at this turn of events, Galloway and Neo fused into Ultra yet again. After powering up with a Kaioken, they vaporized all the enemies in front of them with a simple Ultra-beam. The rest where soon dealt with as well.
Then, a THIRD wave emerged from nowhere. They swarmed over everyone, leading to a massively hectic battle. Fortunately, the heroes didn’t hurt their own side (except for Ultra, when he tossed a cyborg’s corpse that slammed into Faetan’s head, knocking her unconcious).
Soon, the entire army of cyborgs was defeated. Everyone checked in all right; then Ultra noticed something.
“He’s our prisoner now,” said a loud, omnimous voice. “If you want to save him, try taking us on.” Suddenly, four new enemies appeared. Their skin was a dark-gray, with cybornetic parts running all through them. But what was most noticible were their right hands; each one was a weapon. One had a sledgehammer; one a chainsaw; one a machine gun; and one a harpoon gun. They stalked towards the heroes, their weapons glimmering in the sun.
The few that remained in fighting condition (Ultra, Igatona, Mabatseeker, and Wil) prepared to do battle with these new enemies.
(Meanwhile, in a far-away land)
The men sat down at the long table. The only really noticible thing about them was the fact that they were all balding men. Their leader took a seat at the end and began the meeting.
“Now, as you have well-heard, Rogain sales have been stopped since their factory was destroyed. Now we have found the culprit: some loser known as Naar. I say we prepare for battle!”
“Yes!” shouted the crowd. “You are our leader, Colin Mockerie!”
THE END OF PART 4
Note: I mean no disrespect to Colin Mockerie or Whos Line is it Anyway?. It is possibly my favorite show. I also apologize if I spelled his name wrong. Enjoy.