The Final Battle

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"Yibambe!" T'Chala changed through a brass megaphone. His fellow Wakandan soldiers also chanted the same word. Even their King had to chant again, and again, and again. Even his soldiers had to do the same.

"Yibambe! Yibambe! Yibambe!" they said respectively.

"Heroes of the Multiverse!" I shouted through Captain E.J. Smith's old brass megaphone, just as I was about to hold Thor's personal weapon, the Mjolnir. Then I said again through the megaphone in a soft-spoken voice, "Together."

While the spirits of all the Sith lords and ladies appear behind Victor Nevarez, he turned at his back at Palpatine in so much annoyance. "Except you, Palpatine. As the most evil Sith lord you are, you failed your Galactic Empire on purpose for doing those villainous acts that're beyond redemption and myself." Later, he uses his Force lightning to get rid of Palpatine's ghost, because he hates the latter for being a devil-in-person.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" he screamed, then he cleared his throat again and turned his back, calling his butler guy Marple. "Jonathon? Jonathon!? Joooonathon!!" he called. A holographic call for Jonathon Marple began with the words given from the butler, "Oh, tally ho. How can I be of assistance?"

"Well don't just stand there, Jonathon. Can you kindly annihilate this little bug, please and thank you?" the evil Supreme Leader said politely.

"Bah, just kidding!" the butler on the hologram said, "Because you've reached my holographic voicemail. Please leave your name and a brief message. Ta-ta!"

The butler disappeared and Nevarez said with a slight chuckle, a normal half-laughter and a sigh.

"Fine Alex, I'll do it myself," he said, just as he rolled his kakugan eyes.

"Dammit. You made Emperor Palpatine himself look like a charming hero, pal," D.A. slapped Ralphie in the face.

"¡Hija de puta! Mistress Dorothy Ann Hudson," said Carlos, "What are you doing!? You slapped Ralphie in the face!"

"Guys, that's enough. Let me speak through the PA system with a fake, grownup voice. And a British accent. I can handle this so I can pretend that I'm the captain so I can hijack this son-of-a-bitch Star Destroyer as fast as I can. Don't get attention on 'em."

"Supreme Leader Victor Nevarez of the Coalition of the Red Star, here we come," Arnold declared to his fellow classmates, his teacher Ms. Frizzle, and all the Master Defenders, the Klassixes and the Original Defenders, just as he was about to go full steam ahead for the Devastator.

Meanwhile, the aerial battle is taking its higher intensity than ever before as Snap’s console beeped. "Fleet’s locking onto a navigation signal," he warned anyone who was listening. "They’re gonna split!"

"Snap, they're on your tail!" yelled Poe. He looked over. "Yeah, I see ’em!" But he didn’t see the other TIE, the one that came out of nowhere. "No, no, no," Poe yelled. "Snap, Snap!" A blast rocked his cockpit, and he screamed as he heard Poe yell, "NO!" Temmin Wexley was about to die... again. For real this time, I think?

Poe stared in despair as the burning wreckage of Wexley’s X-wing slammed against the hull of an Imperial III-class Destroyer. Cries of terror and despair were lighting up his comm. They were getting torn apart.

"Alpha 3 is down! They're on my tail! I can't get... AHHHH!" "They're everywhere!" "Delta Leader's hit!" "Losing altitude!" "General, what's our next move?!" Tyce called. "Poe, what now?!" Said the voice of a female pilot.

His people—his friends—were dying all around him. "My friends," Poe said, his voice tremulous. "I’m sorry, I thought we had a shot. But there’s just too many of them." He’d learned nothing from Crait. Instead, he’d just gotten people killed ag—

A familiar voice broke through on comms: "But there are more of us, Poe. There are more of us." It was Lando. He was back! But had he brought anyone with him? Poe’s heart leapt in his chest as he flipped his fighter around, swooped over the hull of a Destroyer to get a visual on the atmosphere above.

He gasped. Ships were popping into sight all over the place. Freighters, fighters, medical frigates, longhaulers, from every corner of the multiverse, from every era Poe had ever heard of. Hundreds. No, thousands. The Free Worlds Fleet has arrived. "Look at this!" Poe hollered, "Look at this!" as Lando laughed and laughed. "The allies," Aftab Ackbar said. "They’re here!"

"Lando, you did it. You did it!" screamed Finn as the comms erupted, as ship after ship began calling in. Thousands of resolved voices, crying out, refusing to be silenced.

“Millennium Falcon, standing by for orders,” said Lando. “Mon Calamari fleet, standing by,” came another voice. “Phantom Squadron, standing by.” “Ghost, standing by.” “Anodyne Two, standing by.” Poe was not the crying type, but as everyone called in, one after another after another, liquid pooled in his eyes. They had done it. The spark of the Alliance had become a fire. “Alphabet Two, standing by.” “Zay Versio with Inferno Squad, standing by. Look at all these ships!” “Fireball, here. Hi, everyone!” “Cut the chatter, Kaz,” a deep voice responded.

As the Free Worlds Fleet finally stepped into the skies, the congressmen and congresswomen of the Republic of Avalon, such as Chief Officer Henry Wilde, First Officer William Murdoch, Second Officer Charles Lightoller, Third Officer Herbert Pitman, Fourth Officer Joseph Boxhall, Fifth Officer Harold Lowe, Sixth Officer James Moody, Thomas Andrews, J.J. Astor, Bruce Ismay, Benjamin Guggenheim, Archibald Butt, Molly Brown and Master-at-Arms Thomas King, are leading the way in front of the more-than-28,000 spaceships from across the multiverse. That's twofold than that from The Rise of Skywalker that Lando's fleet can be counted upon.

"Alright everybody," Congressman Thomas Andrews, "Now it's time to hit those underbelly cannons. Remember what General Poe Dameron said, every one we knock down is a world saved!"

Lando whooped as he and Chewie charged ahead, and a thousand fighters, frigates, and even well-armed freighters swooped after them. Within seconds, the Millennium Falcon had taken out a cannon. That ship made everything look easy.

“Nice flying, Lando,” came Wedge Antilles’s voice, and Poe realized the old Rebellion captain, and his former flight instructor, was operating one of the Falcon’s turret stations. He wished Leia could be here to see this.

Back inside the citadel, Alexander Pepper and Ruby Ramirez lay collapsed on the floor as Victor stepped out of the cloud of smoke. He stood straight and strong now. Invincible. The Supreme Leader raised his voice to the throng.

"Look what you have made..." he said. Their chanted response was thunderous, and he stood, hands slightly raised, as if absorbing their worship as power. Ramirez forced her near-lifeless body over onto her hands and knees. Pepper remained limp beside her as she struggled to get to her feet and faced her enemy.

The Supreme Leader was not impressed as he telekinetically lifted Ramirez with no more than a thought, exclaiming revenge for his first defeat at the hands of the Kids Club.

"As once I fell, so falls the last Preschool Girl!" said Victor before thrusting her away with such force that she tumbled end over end through the length of the arena, then disappeared into a flashing abyss. Pepper would have screamed, but he could barely draw breath.

"Everybody climb!" shouted Congressman Andrews as he commanded the Free Worlds Fleet to retreat to high altitude. "Congressman Ismay, count down from ten to one! This is a ten-second warning, because I can calculate that Nevarez's Force lightning storm will be unleashed later on!"

"Do not fear their feeble attack, my faithful." the Supreme Leader said. With Ramirez already forgotten. His lips spread apart into a nightmarish grin, and he lifted his face to Exegol’s sky with the words, "NOTHING WILL STOP THE RETURN OF THE DARK EMPIRE."

"Ten!" Ismay counted nervously as the Free Worlds Fleet was climbing into high altitudes so that they can be safe from the Supreme Leader's Force lightning attack while Ms. Frizzle, her class, the Master Defenders, the Klassixes and the Original Defenders are still keeping the Coalition roundels on the Devastator to know that they're on the Coalition's side at the same time, "Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! C'mon, five! Four! Three! Two! Hurry up, one!"

Nevarez began to raise his hands as though reaching toward the battle overhead. Even through his haze of weakness and exhaustion, Pepper could sense him draw on the Force. The Supreme Leader’s power was staggering now. No, their power. His and Ramirez’s. Tears streamed down his face as he used their stolen power to create a conduit of Force lightning. Writhing, crooked tendrils of light shot from his fingers, coalesced into a thick stream of light that burst into the sky, flooding the Allied starships.

"Watch out!!" shouted Congressman Butt as the Force lightning was being unleashed, the Allied stsrships that didn't make it were sparked helplessly against the onslaught, tilting on their axis.

Poe watched in horror as raw power shot up from the planet like a massive geyser, devouring everything in its path. Several fighters were suddenly adrift, their controls no longer responding. The Tantive IV trembled, as if fighting a tractor beam. It listed to the side, began to drop. Poe wanted to look away.

Leia’s ship...he clenched his jaw and stared anyway. He would bear witness to this. The trembling intensified. One of the engines detonated. Explosions spread out along the hull, and suddenly the Tantive IV was dropping like a meteor, past the Immortal Armada and out of sight. Poe had just lost a lot of friends. He’d known Nien Numb his whole life.

Suddenly, the console of his own fighter was sparking, shocking his hand even through his flight gloves. "Artoo, my systems are failing!" From the droid socket of his X-wing came the sound of an astromech screaming. Poe punched his comm. "Does anyone copy?" No response. Beside him, a sleek Nubian yacht trembled in the throes of wicked lightning, then dropped out of view.

Just as he was still unleashing an even more powerful Force lightning storm than ever before, he's overheating! Just then, he's jammed and frozen, playing a live-streaming Lance and Janice episode.

"Oh Lance!" spoke Janice to her lover Lance, just as Nevarez's jammed body was broadcasting a Lance and Janice episode with his soundwaves. "We've been in a honeymoon inside a jungle planet where so many aggressive animals and fairytale creatures live in harmony together."

"I know Janice, but we both came a long way through together," said Lance with an offscreen kiss as sad, romantic music plays. His butler, now wearing some 70s/80s rocker costume, was shocked about his master's malfunction.

"Gee, thanks Jonathon," Nevarez said with a normal half-chuckle.

"You're welcome, sir."

"Well, that's just gonna hurt really bad," said Nevarez, "Well, at least I can free myself from Torvivum soon."

"Damn, that was close," said Congressman Benjamin Guggenheim. "Looks like we made it to higher altitudes."

"And also, we are approaching near the Vanessa Hudgens," stated Congressman J.J. Astor. "Stand clear, Captain Quirino. We're ready for refueling."

"Roger that, folks," said Captain Juan Miguel Quirino of the Vanessa Hudgens, "Hmph, so you are the crew and first class passengers of the former RMS Titanic, huh? Well, you came to the future to help the human race after that nuclear war almost screwed us up."

"Wilco, Captain Quirino. This is Molly Brown -- Mike Bravo speaking," spoke Congresswoman Molly Brown, "We are on standby."

Then a fly landed on his head and said, "Oh you darn fly! Get outta here!" He was using his Force lightning when he tried to kill the fly, but he unintentionally unleashed another Force lightning storm.

"Ah phooey. I'm overheating again," said Nevarez. "I didn't mean to do another round of Force lightning, and I--"

"I love you so, now and forever, Lance... and even your diabolical twin brother, Engelbert," said Lance.

Then I saw Nevarez unleashing an already-redoubled Force lightning attack on Alexander Pepper, yet he's just super afraid, just as if Courage (the Bagges' pet dog) was screaming at villains, Arnold Perlstein getting nervous on field trips, Marshall the Fire Pup afraid to go to a parachute training exercise, and I was afraid in the woods on a dark night. Well, guess what? Pepper's using his double-wielded lightsabers that once belong to Romulus Augustus!

"What the--!?" Nevarez said in a slightly scared tone while still using the last of his Force to unleash a redoubled lightning strike on him in vain, just as Pepper is deflecting it.

"Darn!" he said in a mildly angry tone... nervously. "Help! I can't deflect Alex's lightsabers!" The villains didn't want to listen, because they want to officially accept a surrender to us later on.

"That was just a freaking joke! What the heck am I supposed to do against a double-wielding lightsabered Frenchie?!" he said even a bit more nervous and scared with his Force running out even faster.

Now his Force lightning got weaker, quieter and smaller. "Mommy!" he cried out with a dog-like whimper. "Have mercy on me! I have to surrender like everybody else! You're making a mistake! I've made a lot of mistakes! I'll give you everything! Money, fame, fortune, popularity, and even infinite power! I'm just a single man!"

Then his Force finally ran out. His lightning is no more, and Pepper is still unscathed. He stopped deflecting it, and he's free to finish him off with a final blow.

He gave his speech in front of us, confessing to all of us that he admitted defeat... with a single tear in his kakugan eye.

"Oh, alright," he said. "You folks caught me. Well, you know what? I failed myself. I mostly acted out like that no-good devil-in-person crybaby named Sheev Palpatine. I admit, I was indeed the true grand mastermind of the Third World War, but not the Jedi-Sith conflict thing, but you're right. Like that doofus madman Tomislav Vlahović of the Belkan Grey Men who was the true mastermind of the USRAC War, the true mastermind of the Last Day, a full-scale biological/chemical/nuclear war between the two alliances we fought each other against is one of your generals, a young lady named Maxine Dunwell, the female American attaché serving for the Armed Forces of Saudi Arabia who ordered all the newly-built Saudi nuclear weapons to be launched at Iranian major cities, responsible for killing countless quintillions of people, and I hated this idea. Well, you're just gonna have two choices, Alex. Either you kill me, or you spare me. If you kill me, then I'll be free from Zuskelgar and I'll be on my way to heaven, and when you pass away, I may have the right to forgive you. If you spare me, then I'd rather be called Alexander Pepper II, just like you, rather than to call you 'Emperor Zuskelgar II,' which is rather insulting... or maybe I can be your servant as punishment for my own insolence. Please choose which fate can you choose to do this to me. Either way, I surrender."

"Whatever you say, Alexander Pepper II," Alex said, "But I think killing you is better if you don't want me to fall for your tricks again."

"But I -- I don't do tricks at all! I'm just a villain who avoids being a complete monster, just to avoid those mistakes, and I swear that I--" This is another time (and not the first time) we all get to see his scaredy cat face. Just because of Pepper who was hesitantly about to kill Nevarez for these so-called 'tricks,' he was more scared.

"Uh-oh," the Coalition's Supreme Leader said in great fear, just as Pepper's dual lightsabers are fully-charged.

"Well, this stinks," he said. I will not forget his last words too.