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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 11
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 11
Time for yet another leap into the past, about a few hours before the 1st chapter. Only this time, the focus isn’t on Earth, but rather Cerebrax VII, the homeplanet of highly intelligent aliens called “Psychysapiens”. During the Source Templar crisis, the human trio forged a durable bond with Pearl Leonis, a genius scientist of that race. Pearl had wholeheartedly agreed to help her comrades stay safe from the inevitable war on Earth by taking Jazz & Issam to her family’s homes, & Imad to a secret Haran base in the Amazon, since he couldn’t freely show his face due to his “WANTED” status by the intergalactic space police known as Plumbers”. But her altruism was rewarded with a fatal rocket shot to her spaceship (mistook by the militia for a Jolandian aircraft) when she & her friends returned to Earth to save Imad at the beginning of worldwide conflict. Somewhere around then, we look at her father Paladiu
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 10
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 10
Issam tried pinching himself, hoping to wake up from what he believed was a bad dream, but to no avail as he felt only resistance from his cold, hardened metallic skin. Jazz shook his brain disappointed then told his friend telepathically: “Sorry old friend, but you must eventually accept that we’ve lost almost everything, the sooner the better. There are also other uncomfortable truths awaiting you must learn about.” Disheartened, Issam sarcastically quipped: “What, the Easter bunny & Santa Claus are one and the same?” –“Joking aside, Garo was planning to leave Imad for dead,” Jazz unflinchingly added. –“SHE WHAT!?” Issam shouted out loud, startling the others. –“What gives?” Cruncha voiced in annoyance. “Next time you scream out of nowhere, gives us a warning first!” As Jazz and Issam’s conversation was telepathic, the others didn’t know what
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 9
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 9
Wasting no time, the horrified leaders rushed towards their brethren to help save the drowning victim; Georges, a navy unit, dived into the agitated water & swam towards the wounded Cyun. He hastily unstrapped the knife on his thigh so to handle whatever underwater predator or algae possibly holding onto the victim. Upon getting closer, Georges noticed the water getting a murkier shade of red, alarming him & motivating him further into accomplishing this rescue the sooner possible. The knife in his right hand, he extended his left arm through the bloody cloud & grabbed the drowned man by the shoulder. But before he could get them both back to the shore’s safety, something bit him in his left hand. He tucked back his arm back & saw a sizeable pike, teeth sunk in his palm. Dispatching the fish with a swift swipe of his blade, Georges grabbed the drowned by under the armpits before resurfacing for fresh air. He then dragged the man with him towards
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 8
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 8
While the Loob mutants underwent their short misadventure, further away in central Europe, the Cyun oversea units had already covered a few kilometers. Using old-fashion tools alongside a paper map, Dorothy & her fellow commanders tried their best leading their people back home through shortcuts & relatively forgiving terrains. “A waterfall’s an hour of walking from here based on the map, Dorothy said. I suggest stopping there to rest & refill our water supplies. Agreed?” As the other officers nodded, yelling was heard amidst the troops. They looked back to find two units chasing away with sticks a rodent that had managed to snatch food from their bags. Dorothy yelled: “Cease this futile pursuit & go back to the food bags! Other vermin could steal our grub while you chase this rodent! Not to mention the food in its maw is no longer safe for us to consume.” -“Three more units will help defend the food bags,” an
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 7
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 7
After setting the rest of the coordinates with giant Latin letters, Imad declared: “Excellent; just to be absolutely sure of the result, we’ll wait a little more here to witness with our own eyes the 1st faint solar rays. Everyone look in this direction! I know it’s a bit of a drag, but you can afford this small sacrifice to later tear P.P.P. or Jolandian survivors to shreds!” Through his intimidating display of power just moments before & his pep-talk, Imad convinced the other mutants to do as such. As everyone gazed into the horizon, Imad sprouted some “fruit trees” nearby and said: “Take turns to eat while the rest watch. I trust you to responsibly handle this small task, got it?” The rest were all worried Imad himself would hypocritically act like a brat, dishing out excessive corporal punishment for minor errors. This fear enabled them to work in harmony while putting anything other than their will
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 6
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 6
Hours later, Sylvie “Evil-eye” was fully awake, standing completely still in the dark, her many eyes wide-open. She was watching for dawn’s first solar rays with great focus & eagerness. The others had woken her up after seemingly enough hours of sleep to stay up for the rest of the night, agreeing not to disturb her outside of an emergency or occasionally checking if she was still awake; despite Jazz’s apparent insomnia, the mutants had agreed to relay each other in keeping an eye on Sylvie, ensuring she stays up while the others rest. “Aunt Garo, it’s your turn,” Juju softly whispered to a sleeping Gargorey, poking her with his tail. Still feeling drowsy, the half-asleep red giantess murmured: “Hm? But Willy Wonka is absent on Sundays.” –“Auntie, you must watch over Sylvie,” Juju yelled at her face frustrated, slapping it with his tail. Almost immediately, she got up & angrily g
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 5
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 5
We now return all the way back to Chapter 1, albeit in a central European zone housing one of the many military bases Jolandia had worldwide. It must first be noted that before the war, Europe housed plenty of radical zealots who shared ideas & beliefs with Looboan’s P.P.P. or their middle-eastern enemies. When their “ideological leaders” issued worldwide messages of their holy war starting, they didn’t hesitate to spark massive waves of terrorist attacks, killing loads of the continent’s “heathens”, which included civilians. In this timeline, Europe had become quite complacent over the decades, turning it into easy enough prey for the fundies’ attack. But Jolandia, characterized with its strong willingness to go to war, defended their base in Central Europe admirably while sustaining negligible casualties. Thanks to support & reinforcement from Jolandia’s oversea allies, their military base was am
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 4
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 4
Everyone stared in stupor for a good minute at the newly sprouted tree. Juju told Imad in an annoyed tone: “Seriously? You’ve waited all this time for someone to say they’re hungry to do this?” –“I didn’t do a thing, Imad replied defensively, or at least I think I didn’t. Point is, I wasn’t misleading anyone!” Faffa and Cruncha rolled towards the strange plant, the former then asking: “Anyway, is your plant edible?” –“How should I know? Imad said confused; I’m not even sure I made the damn thing!” –“Right, it mussst be another earth manipulator nearby,” Alamonia snarked. Meanwhile, Issam, hand under his chin, was deep in thought. He told his pupil: “Imad, maybe it’s your subconscious’ doing? Perhaps your body acted on its own without your direct order?” –“BOYS! SPIT THAT OUT!” Gargorey yelled at he
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 3
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 3
After Imad put the bellicose Harans down, Issam approached & asked Gargorey: “Woman, what’s that stunt you pulled moments ago?” –“Think of it as breaking a hole in space as another one forms elsewhere,” she replied, “and before you ask, she resumed, while I don’t know how it happened, moments after waking up, info about those new powers started flooding my brain, which gave me a headache.” –“Just like with me minutes ago,” Imad said, stirring his friends’ curiosity, “though “headache” is a MAJOR understatement.” Perplexed by this statement, Jazzuffa asked his friend telepathically: “What else happened when the pain seized you?” The latter answered: “My head too was pumped full with data of my new powers, but also vivid images of corpses scattered all over.” –“Hm, the genius pondered, I wonder why you saw said images
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 2
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 2
Alongside everyone else, Imad looked awestruck as the explosion formed a thick dust cloud, no one understanding what just happened. But before the lad could analyze things properly, he experienced to a head-splitting pain in his brain. He tried keeping the pain in check by squeezing his mineral head between his hands, but he soon realized it was of no use when the pain came back with a vengeance, causing him fall to his knees and start screaming in agony. “AAAAH! H-HELP ME!” The others looked scared and confused as he squirmed & flailed around, unaware of what was going on. But then, they all looked simultaneously towards Sylvie, the woman famous for casting powerful curses whose effects were attributed to the “evil-eye” phenomenon. “Let go of my student this instant!” Issam furiously yelled as he got back up. –“Don’t look at me, she hastily retorted, annoyed. “I’ve lost my powers to
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 1
Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 1
(NOTE: Read “Innate Horns” first to understand the context of this story and avoid spoilers. This series is a pseudo-sequel that elaborates on events not touched on by the first story.)
Early 21st century, a global conflict erupted when Jolandia declared war on its neighbor Looboan. Allies of both nations were soon joined by other greedy parties worldwide for the slaughter. Imad Hars fought valiantly over Looboan turf against both Jolandia & the Loob militia to protect Haran citizens; knowing the nuclear warhead was about to drop, he booby-trapped his giant Mech to violently react with the weapon of mass destruction, creating a huge dome of destructive energy which engulfed Looboan before making its way towards Jolandia & turning the nation into a wasteland as well, while its allies and overseas soldiers survived Imad’s death trap. But unknowingly to all parties, the Infinity Toonite deep underneath Looboan had also reacted with the
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 11

Time for yet another leap into the past, about a few hours before the 1st chapter. Only this time, the focus isn’t on Earth, but rather Cerebrax VII, the homeplanet of highly intelligent aliens called “Psychysapiens”. During the Source Templar crisis, the human trio forged a durable bond with Pearl Leonis, a genius scientist of that race. Pearl had wholeheartedly agreed to help her comrades stay safe from the inevitable war on Earth by taking Jazz & Issam to her family’s homes, & Imad to a secret Haran base in the Amazon, since he couldn’t freely show his face due to his “WANTED” status by the intergalactic space police known as Plumbers”. But her altruism was rewarded with a fatal rocket shot to her spaceship (mistook by the militia for a Jolandian aircraft) when she & her friends returned to Earth to save Imad at the beginning of worldwide conflict. Somewhere around then, we look at her father Paladius Leonis trying to fill some forms in his room, “trying” being the key word, as despite his usual calm demeanor, constantly checking the device (a communicator) in his hand betrayed his worry. Moments ago, his daughter sent him, her mother & brother this vocal message: “Pearl speaking; I’m headed with our guests to Earth to pick Imad up before the war there escalates.” The young lady’s parents were understandably worried their daughter may be steeping in hot water by going to a primitive planet amidst a worldwide conflict. Lucky for Onida, the emotional mother, that day was the equivalent of a weekend. The poor woman was visibly shaken the most, thus unable to properly concentrate on the tasks at hand. As for Onex, the brother, he seemed similarly nervous to his mother, but had somehow managed to conserve his calm enough to stay put and carefully monitor the local reports of the war on Earth, clenching his hand on the communicator. However, it didn’t take long for him to shift his focus to the device & start pressing buttons like mad to contact his sister, though all he got was the “occupied” response. He repeated the process a dozen times and achieved similar results. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead, he dialed his father’s device and got a response almost immediately. Before Paladius could say a word, his son shouted: “Dad, Pearl’s not answering! I’m only getting “occupied” no matter how many times I call her!”

Trying his best not to surrender to panic, Paladius wiped his forehead and said in a slightly shaky voice: “Let’s not jump to conclusions, son. A faulty communicator could be the cause.” –“But what if it isn’t!?” Onex yelled. “What if those filthy barbarians… did something to her!?” gulping upon saying that, not daring to think what bellicose humans could have done to his beloved sister. At that time, Onida entered her husband’s room and addressed her son through the device: “Onex, have you tried pinpointing the area with your sister’s locator beacon?” Onex slapped himself on the forehead and shouted: “Almighty Axons! What kind of brother am I to forget this!?” He rushed to his computer and input the necessary data to locate the beacon in his sister’s ship. The computer loaded for a few minutes, which felt like hours for the Leonis family. Needless to say, they were all mortified upon hearing the device respond in a robotic voice: “Error; beacon with input code not found in nearby systems.” –“Onex, type her number again!” Paladius shouted, losing whatever cool he had left. Desperate for good results, Onex did just that & double checked with scrutiny for any typos. But no matter how many times he tried, the PC had the same, unsatisfying answer. Finally snapping, the frustrated Psychysapien stood up & violently banged on the table, almost causing the PC to drop over the edge. “What was I even thinking? Paladius broke down crying. Letting our jewel venture to… a planet of primitive, petulant, primates.” –“Call the Plumbers! Onida yelled tearfully. They’ll safely get our girl back!” Onex struggled to calm down just enough to do just that. Fingers still shaking in rage, he dialed a Plumbers HQ and waited, painfully feeling every passing second. Shortly after, a stoic voice picked up: “Plumber HQ of Cerebrax VII, state your predicament.” –“Plumbers, can you hear me!? He yelled, no longer able to contain his impulses. My si- Pearl Leonis, a head thinker of Cerebrax, has gone missing on the human’s planet Earth!” –“No need to yell, the voice calmly replied. State your name and the events that lead for Miss Leonis to disappear there.” –“My na… my sister might be dying, now’s not the time!” Onex shouted again. –“Sir, both sides need to follow protocol to get things done, the recipient replied. Calm down, then state your name & circumstances leading to the event.”

Grunting then taking a deep breath, Onex muttered: “I’m Onex Leonis, a fitness trainer & the victim’s brother. Pearl went to Earth a couple of hours ago to rescue a human friend stuck in the middle of the local war. I’ve tried calling her again & again on her personal communicator, as well as her ship, but to no avail. I’ve even tried finding her locator beacon in vain. There, happy?” –“I’ll alert my superiors, the Plumber replied. Please hold on.” Barely content he was getting somewhere but still worried sick, Onex munched on a vegetable stick to calm his nerves. Moments later, the secretary returned and said: “I’ll be curt: Miss Leonis got herself into boiling water by going to a low-tech planet during a huge civil war. Plumbers have draconian restrictions on intervening in such situations.” The man almost choked on his food; he furiously shouted: “YOU’RE NOT GONNA LEAVE AN INNOCENT TO DIE BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID BUREAUCRACY, ARE YOU!?” –“I said no such thing, the Plumber replied. What we can do is send a small ship to swiftly retrieve her and leave, provided you have her zone’s coordinates.” –“O-of course, Onex said, hastily rummaging through his computer files. Getting them right now, hold on just a sec… FOUND IT! My sister’s in Haratropolis, Looboan, Earth, (techno babble stuff).” When the secretary typed in the coordinates, he let out an audible gasp then told the devout brother: “You’ve just pinpointed a hotspot of Earth’s global war! Do you really expect our units to venture into that hell?!” –“Yes, since it’s your job to save innocents from hell!” Onex yelled. “Or you think those taxes we pay are just for show?” Sighing, the Plumber replied: “I’ll inform my superiors & notify you of their answer.” Tense as ever, the Psychysapien waited as his free hand unconsciously dug into a cushion. Couple of minutes later, he got an answer: “Good news, Mr. Leonis. We’ll be sending a small cruiser over Earth to search for your sister as soon we’ve assembled the right team.” –“The… right team?” Onex said confused. –“You don’t expect us to send random units untrained for that sort of situation, do you? It would only spell disaster, to both them and your sister.” The Plumber reprimanded him. Gnashing his teeth, Onex took a deep breath then said: “Of course not, it makes sense. Thank you for your time.” –“You’re welcome; we’ll notify you as soon as our troops find your sister. Good luck.” Terminating the connection, Onex placed his head between his hands, getting lost in his thoughts and turmoil. Not even a minute later, his mother had already contacted him. The young man confided to her and his father every detail of what just happened, all of them feeling helpless and not knowing what else they could do.
Hara City / Haratropolis Flag
I decided to create a "what if" deviation related to my stories: In most of my fanfics, Haratropolis / Hara City was a small but highly advanced pseudo-country located within a much more primitive and dangerous land. Hara city was for the most time a humble village located somewhere in Looboan, a country as small as it is corrupt.
Since Loobs were always busy racking in ill-gained money and / or imposing their bigotry on weaker ones, the geological marvels encrusted deep under the small patch of land that would become known as Haratropolis remained a mystery. Two ambitious, gifted locals then came along, being almost certain something that precious lied beneath the seemingly worthless ground based on their observations over the years, and they struck gold. They unearthed an underground lined with bizarre crystals that possessed alien, mind-defying proprieties; deciding to keep this huge breakthrough a secret, especially from the local tyrannical government, the friends spent years studying the minerals in the shadows, learning how to manufacture in time technological marvels using the crystals and their enhanced intellect. The two then decided to create an advanced utopia for good, skilled and persecuted people with their new technology as the basis. However, Loob citizens had little to no relevance in foreign countries due to a mix of foreign bigotry and well-deserved rejection of Loob "values". The two had no choice but to establish their stronghold in the own oppressive land they wished to leave. It took the friends years of research in matters of law, hard work and countless bribes as an unavoidable means to fulfill this idyllic dream in spite of the bureaucracy, but in due time, the partners became the governors of the small village called "Hara", earning the mockery of Loobs, rich or otherwise, who deemed this a horrid investment. Years later, those same Loobs would eye in envy the futuristic metropolis the two founders turned the insignificant village into. Having learned from the filth around them, the two would close their city's door to anyone but a very select few they'd choose among the cream of the crop, people they knew would contribute nicely to their utopia, while ignoring the accusations of xenophobia of the crooked rabble. While still a work in progress, Haratropolis was intended by its creators to one day become a perfect, sovereign nation, with no countries, crooked or otherwise, pulling its strings. If that had happened (Spoiler, it didn't), this would have been the flag of the nation.

One of the two founders excelled unbelievably in most scientific fields, while the other had a more creative side outside of science. As a tribute to their friendship, the first allowed the second to design their nation's flag. This flag contained a favorite color combo of the 2nd, as well as symbols whose basis is the letters "H" (Hara) and "I" (the 1st letter in his first name, as he had a noticeable ego-maniacal streak).
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Memories of the Mangled, Chapter 10

Issam tried pinching himself, hoping to wake up from what he believed was a bad dream, but to no avail as he felt only resistance from his cold, hardened metallic skin. Jazz shook his brain disappointed then told his friend telepathically: “Sorry old friend, but you must eventually accept that we’ve lost almost everything, the sooner the better. There are also other uncomfortable truths awaiting you must learn about.” Disheartened, Issam sarcastically quipped: “What, the Easter bunny & Santa Claus are one and the same?” –“Joking aside, Garo was planning to leave Imad for dead,” Jazz unflinchingly added. –“SHE WHAT!?” Issam shouted out loud, startling the others. –“What gives?” Cruncha voiced in annoyance. “Next time you scream out of nowhere, gives us a warning first!” As Jazz and Issam’s conversation was telepathic, the others didn’t know what made the martial artist scream. “You heard right, Jazzuffa continued in Issam’s mind. During Imad’s recent brush with death outside Haratropolis, as something about this shrew felt suspicious, I read her mind.” –“I don’t know how to feel about intruding people’s thoughts,” Issam added mentally. –“It doesn’t matter what you feel about it, Jazzuffa coldly added, for 4 reasons: 1 – I don’t care much for those sub-humans’ comfort. 2 – I based my assumption on her body language, not on blind luck. 3 – In matters of life and death, pragmatism trumps politeness. 4 – Big surprise, I was right once again! The bitch intended to open portals to anywhere but Haratropolis & then blame those “mistakes” on the stress. She wished for Imad’s death while avoiding accusations. Do you hear me? She wanted to KILL HIM.” The others, unaware of the exact content of the discussion, could only wonder why Issam was clenching his fists & shaking in rage.

“Jazz, Issam replied in an eerily calm tone, we’ve been best friends for long, but with me being aware of your genius intellect & manipulation skills, you have to swear you’re not planning to mislead me with lies or distorted facts.” Amused, Jazz replied: “Clever sensei, staying sharp & careful even with friends. Good, I swear to you on all we both held & still hold dear I’m not trying to manipulate you, going by any meaning of the word you have in mind.” Issam sighed and resumed: “What do you suggest we do?” –“For the sake of Imad, we better not tell him,” Jazz replied. –“ARE YOU MAD!?” Issam shouted again, startling the Harans. –“What did Lil Bro just tell you!? Faffa yelled at him. Keep it down!” –“I suggest you do as he says, Jazzuffa mentally told his friend; they’ll catch on if you keep startling them.” The martial artist took a deep breath then replied mentally: “How’s keeping Imad in the dark about potential murderers a good thing!?” –“The kid’s sanity is this close to shattering completely, Jazz explained. I fear that upon learning one of us tried to dispose of him, he might turn irrationally paranoiac & become a danger for everyone, himself included.” Jazz paused a few moments before resuming: “In the end, we must ensure everything is safe for Imad from behind his back. While he’s mostly invincible on his local turf, at least one of us must stay with him at all times to ensure he doesn’t venture far by himself. Keep your ears open for any plotting the others might come up with, & no matter how tempted you are – I know I am, don’t assault those bastards unless provoked at that time: we can’t risk alerting Imad of hiding something sinister from him. He wouldn’t rest till he deduces the truth, or worse, a falsehood he mistakes as such, but he could still end up destructively insane. Understood?” Despite the multiple emotions clashing inside of him, Issam calmly nodded.

Back to Central Europe, the Cyuns had managed to reach the outer areas of the mountainous zone in their base’s vicinity. In the middle of the troops, two soldiers carried Samson on a barrow. With a sign from his hand, Georges made the troops stop in place. Turning around, he addressed the lot: “Attention soldiers! We’ll be entering a steep, rocky terrain. To diminish the risks of accidents, you will form six even groups & tie the members together with a robust rope, which in turn will be tied to one of us six leaders. Of course, this doesn’t apply to Samson and those carrying him. You’ll remain unbound & walk in front of us.” –“Wait, Jeremy added, what if they stumble upon a predator or some other danger? Having a patient and medical staff venture off first into the unknown doesn’t sound responsible at all.” –“He’s got a point, Sandra intervened. Samson & his caretakers are in no state to face any danger themselves.” –“What else can you suggest? Jessica snarked. They play skip-rope amidst everyone until they inevitably stumble & break their faces?” Samson couldn’t help but crack a light chuckle. “Now that I think of it, Tom added, staying at either end of our formation would spell Samson & the medics trouble.” While the others were busy splitting into groups and getting their ropes ready, Dorothy said: “I suggest Jeremy & I carry Samson instead, while still being tied to our groups & while the other leaders open the way ahead of us. That way, should the chain snap, Samson would be in minimal trouble compared to any alternative. What do you all say?” Impressed with Dorothy’s quick & efficient proposal, the other leaders settled for the idea & filled the rest in about the important details.

Back in Looboan, as the ground eventually stopped shaking, Sylvie asked: “Do you think it’s safe to go back there?” –“Better play it safe & wait a few more minutes,” Issam suggested. This lead to what felt like a long, heavy moment of silence, with everyone just standing, waiting for a sign. “So… anyone knows a joke?” Juju asked out of the blue, wishing to break the ice. –“You’re standing over what used to be a really bad joke, one I didn’t find funny in the least,” Jazz coldly said. Despite his snark, Jazzuffa’s tone betrayed his unfathomable loathing for Looboan, hatred he forcefully kept festering inside for years. The way he worded it, the demise of this corrupt country had “torn off his mask,” exposing in all of its glory (or lack of) a side of him even his best friends were partially unaware of. “Things won’t be the same ever again,” Issam somberly thought to himself. Upon spotting something in the horizon, he yelled: “Guys, there seems to be a… giant molehill coming at us?!” Worried, the others looked & noticed a big pile of soil moving in a sort-of straight line towards them. As dissonantly calm as ever, Jazz told the rest: “Everyone calm down, that’s probably Imad. But just in case something bad is ahead, stay alert & step back some more.” The molehill closed in further on the Harans, but abruptly stopped in its tracks as if it hit an invisible wall. It was then that the soil at said edge reassembled into a humanoid shape, Imad’s physical form. Speaking to him in a brotherly tone, in stark contrast with his intense bitterness seconds ago, Jazz asked: “Have you calmed down, even if by a tad only, I’Im?” He nodded quietly & murmured a barely audible “Yes.” Deeming it safe, the others reassembled near Jazzuffa. “What now?” Gargorey curtly asked. –“I’ve been putting up a plan in the meantime, intervened Sylvie; I suggest we – minus the boy – use Garo’s powers to warp faraway places alongside sacks of fruit he’d grown here. We’d set camps in areas we wish to scout for enemies or friends, and then comb it at our leisure, the fruits helping sustain us for days while on the job.” –“Ssssurprisingly clever,” Alan remarked with a grin. –“I concur, but I suggest we call it a day, then discuss said plan’s details tomorrow.” Sylvie, Alan and the Barracks eyed him angrily, wishing to start their revenge as soon as possible. That’s when, unbeknownst to Imad, he told them telepathically: “Remember, the more naps you give a godlike, angry kid, the less likely they are to become cranky & violently murder you.” This made the mutants in question swallow whatever protests they had and stay silent in fear.

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