Drek awoke and looked out the window to the sight of a destroyed DC. His mouth fell open and he jumped up to depart from the train.
"Guys, we're leaving, NOW," Drek said, throwing a pack to each of his new teammates. The large pack had the Swedish Flag emblazoned on it.
"In that pack you'll find food, water, a tent, advanced Swedish firearms, and a one-time one-shot BFG," Drek explained, leading the party out of 90, who transformed back into a robot when all had exited.
They marched into the ruins, searching though the wreckage of stores to find someone, anyone, who could tell them what had provoked this attack. A TV set was on the ground in a pile of rubble, showing static. As Tuxedo Ninja and Ardoris tried to get a picture, Drek took a call.
"Huh? What? Sure... wait.." Drek said into the phone, "I'm here now... yea... yea... just let them do it," Drek finished, returning to The Band who were gathered around the TV, sputtering out NBC news.
"This is NBC News with an important news update of News. In light of the immediate destruction of the nation's capitol, the United States has asked to join the Swedish Empire, of which the new Emperor Drek Sanguine had this to say," a hot news reporter lady reported. A portrait of Drek showed on the screen as some audio played.
"It is in dark times of oppression that bring out the best actions from the best of people. My father never let off-worlders bully Humanity around, from the Wanderers to the OBC to Tiberius's first attack, he had defended Earth with all his life. I, Emperor Drek Sanguine, follow in my father's example, and allow the following nations to be absorbed into the Swedish Empire; The United States, Canada, Greenland, Germany, and Denmark. May the Forces At Work have Mercy on us," the audio ended and the TV fizzed out. Caim raised an eyebrow at Drek, who was rubbing his chin in thought.
"Come on guys, let's keep moving," Dillon said, walking on with Hayden L. The others followed, the air about them still with the escaped breaths of millions of victims of the Villain high in the sky.
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Chaos laughed aloud as he devoured an apple. He was lying back in his private quarters, Compassion curled up next to him, the NBC report had just played in front of him.
"Daddy's little boy thinks that he can just absorb the most industrious nations in the world and that'll stop us from squashing him like the rat he is? Well, as I've said many times," Drek inputted a few keys into his wrist TacPad, "Those Who Wander Are Not Lost, But Those Who Don't Are Dead."
A timer ran across one wall of his quarters, in giant black digital letters and numbers.
TIME TO EARTH INVASION: 40h 38m 02s
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"Gentlemen, The Guild has reconsidered its membership in light of recent events, and extends a hand of friendship, and hopeful allegiance, in hopes that our combined forces will be enough to help Emperor Drek bring down Tiberius the Conqueror," Frank boomed before a crowd. Four men stood up and walked towards Frank, a man in ragged-ish clothes with perfect hair, Batman, a man in space armor, and a cowboy.
"John Marston and Commander Shepard, Batman and Nathan Drake, please, your blood," Frank held out a small vial containing the blood of the other yearly representatives. They cut themselves and gave their blood to the vial, forever sealing 2009 and 2010 in the guild. Chuck Greene patted Frank on the back and ilomilo danced around Mr. Bubbles. Ryu and Ryu traded fighting secrets while Faith gossiped with Bayonetta. The Guild had strengthened, they were ready for war.