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Actually, i dunno about the legs, but you may be right, I thought the picture displayed when you enter the level showed him with two claws, but apparently not.

Chapter 9: Return to the Fairy Council

Candy Chateau

For the next few days, all was busy as the warriors made their preparations. Mr. Dark went alone to his main tower often, assumedly casting spells of a dark nature. Lachimax and Christian, the ones with the most technical expertise, salvaged as much working equipment from the Robo-Pirate junk as they could, which they hoped to make weapons from. Globox was continually distressed about Uglette and his children, but stopped his worrying long enough to be fitted out with a Power Refiner, which would give him greater control over rain and lightning. Rayman practiced fighting against Bloodgrey, Lachimax and Christian when they weren’t working, and helped them however he could. Ly meditated often, preparing her mind for the trials at hand.
Lachimax had tried to call the remaining CODEFS fighters, but had received no response, meaning they were either dead or out of range. They would be returning to the Fairy Council alone, it seemed.
One night, Ly was meditating when a voice began to nag at her mind. She knew instantly that it was the Queen.
You are Ly the Fairy. It was not a question. Ly did not reply, but a feeling of terror gripped her.
You hate me. I can see that inside you. You have much reason to. I have been the cause of your every trouble. I and my brood have devastated your world beyond recovery.
Ly found that she was paralysed. She could not move, not even cry out.
You are afraid. Good. You and your friends are all weak, so weak. You do not understand that there is only one law: survival. You can never succeed against our might.
These words made Ly angry, angrier than she had ever been. She spoke to the Queen in anger.
You are nothing but evil. Do you know love? Sadness? Happiness?
The Queen laughed. I know love, fairy. Love for my children. Love for conquest. Love for blood.
And what happens, then, when everything is gone? When you have ravaged this world to the bone? What does your race do then, Queen of Xenomorphs?
Silence. Then: You probably didn’t know, fairy, that my race possesses a genetic memory. It is passed down from generation to generation. I possess all the memories and wisdom of previous Queens. And I know that no matter how many times we die, no matter how often we are culled, we always come back. And one day the universe will fall to us. Maybe not my generation, but one day. I merely serve that purpose.
Ly lashed out with her mind, knocking the Queen’s telepathic link away. She heard a distant shriek of pain, then silence.
The Queen was gone.

The party left Candy Chateau in high hopes, but with a sense of deep apprehension. This was extremely dangerous, what they were about to do. But so was everything else Rayman had ever faced.
Mr. Dark used a device in his Chateau to create a shadow bird, which flew them across dozens of miles in mere minutes. Rayman saw the ground flash along below them, and with it the destruction the Aliens had caused. Not a single intelligent being stirred below them. No Teensie. No Knaaren. No fairy.
The shadow bird landed in the Fairy Glade, right outside the Fairy Council. Then it rose into the air, disappearing with a screech.
Lachimax handed out the weapons he and Christian had produced. Bloodgrey elected to keep his axe-flag. Ly was given a rapid-fire laser. Lachimax handed Globox a mini-gun, like the one his son Gily had wielded. Lachimax took for himself a big grenade launcher, to wield alongside his spear. Murfy got a large pistol, the only thing he could carry comfortably. Rayman received a double-barrelled shotgun, holding it awkwardly in his hands. The only other gun he had ever used was a plunger gun, given to him by the Rabbids to compete with. But he had practised with this one at the Chateau enough to be fairly familiar with it.
Rayman turned to address his friends. All had proved their mettle a thousand times over.
“This ends today, one way or another. We will fight, and we may die. But we do so for all. For the Crossroads. For the dead. For our friends. For Polokus,” A grim determination entered his eyes.
“For our world,”
He cocked his shotgun.
“Let’s do this,”

The Predator exited the Fairy Council, his job done. He had planted the package, and could only hope that the Queen did not recognise it for what it was before it “expired”. He turned a corner, uncloaked...
To see Razorbeard’s Warship, hovering in the air metres from the ground. He activated his cloaking device too late. They had already spotted him. Before he knew it, he was knocked to the ground and paralysed by a stun laser, and Razorbeard was staring down at him.
“A Yautja?” he chuckled. “You expect to destroy the Queen, I expect?”
He reached down and removed the Predator’s mask, revealing his large mandibles. He stared defiantly up at the Robo-Pirate Admiral, unafraid to die.
Razorbeard pointed his Form Baton at the Predator’s head, then decided otherwise. He gestured to behind him, and the Raylien stepped forward.
“Good-bye, ‘almighty hunter,’”
The Raylien crouched over the Yautja’s head, snarling. Its second set of jaws extended in a flash, crushing the Predator’s skull and killing it instantly.
Razorbeard turned to see that a short count-down had been initiated on a display on the dead Predator’s arm. He must have initiated his self-destruct before he was killed.
Razorbeard raised his Form Baton, and a red bubble appeared around the corpse. “Oh no you don’t,”
The bomb went off, but the explosion did not go past the force field, robbing the Predator of his last defiance and utterly cremating his body.
Razorbeard turned to the Xenoborg, the Raylien and his Henchmen.
“Time to take the ultimate power,”

They entered in a ring formation so that all directions were faced, Lachimax leading. The Fairy Council had been changed. Everywhere, the Aliens’ slime had taken over. Bodies hung in cocoons on the walls. Not a sound found the warriors’ ears.
They managed to move very far into the Council without being noticed, as Christian informed them the Aliens were probably resting.
But then, they were attacked.
The Aliens came from all sides, suddenly, without warning. And before they knew it, the companions were neck deep in fighting.
Rayman loosed a round from his shotgun, taking out two Aliens. Their blood spattered the wall, burning straight through it.
“Go!” he yelled. “We need to reach the Heart!”
The companions ran, breaking formation. Then, everything changed.
Christian tripped over. Lachimax saw this, and shouted to everyone else. “Man down!” They formed a ring around the Semi-Ray, defending him.
But Christian did not get up immediately. He had seen something.
Lying on the ground before him was a rectangular, blocky object. It had a small screen, on which a foreign language appeared, flickering every second.
Counting down.
“Mother of Satan,” he gasped. “A Yautja bomb,”
“They’re retreating!” shouted Lachimax, firing one last grenade into the Aliens’ masses. “We need to go, Christian!”
“No! We need to get out of here! NOW!”
He explained what the device before them was.
“The Predator must have planted it here!”
Rayman thought for a minute.
“If we let it go off, it will destroy the Queen,”
Christian nodded.
Rayman continued: “But other Aliens will survive, and there may be other Queens. You need to get the Form Baton to THIS one,”
Rayman looked at Ly. “So I need to get the bomb away,” He looked at Christian. “How long?”
“Ten minutes,”
No! Ly shouted, a desperate look in her eye.
“I love you, Ly,”
He kissed her on the lips.
He picked up the bomb.
Then he ran.
He ran as fast as he could, weaving his way through the corridors of the Fairy Council. As he ran, he raised his fingers to his lips to whistle loudly. He was outside in a matter of minutes, and waiting for him there was a yellow, metal creature shaped like a bullet.
The Walking Shell, his old steed.
Rayman mounted the Shell without hesitation, spurring it to run. It sensed the urgency in Rayman, going to new speeds it had never found before. The scenery blurred past at immense speeds. Rayman could not even see where they were anymore, it was that fast.
The bomb ticked ever closer to destruction.
Finally, after about nine minutes, the Shell skidded to a halt.
30.
Rayman did not recognise the spot. He glanced around, looking desperately for a place to hide from the bomb’s destruction.
20.
He spotted a large doorway, built into the side of a cliff. It opened into a metal corridor. That was Rayman’s best hope.
10.
He chucked the bomb, and urged the Shell towards the doorway.
5.
They reached it, and Rayman looked desperately for the controls that would close the door.
4.
He found them, pushing a button.
3.
The doors began to slide shut, agonisingly slow.
2.
Almost shut...
1.

They felt the shock wave all the way in the Fairy Council. The entire building shook. Ly looked out a nearby window, to see a horrible cloud in the shape of a mushroom rise into the air many miles away. A tear slid down her cheek. Then she turned to the solemn warriors with her. An angry determination rose within her.
“Let’s kill this bitch,”
They nodded, cocked their weapons, and turned towards the massive, round door before them, which led to the Heart of the World.
Time to kill a Queen.

OMG only two chapters to go!

YAY! I can't wait.

Me neither, the story's really building up to a huge climax. 8D

Great Story!
Thanks for including me.

Chapter 10: Regicide

The door slid away.
To reveal the most horrific sight Ly had ever seen.
The Heart of the World’s yellow light had been choked by the secreted resin that Aliens used to build their hives. And the eggs. Row upon row of eggs. They were emerging from a massive, soft, pale object.
An egg sac.

At the other end of the eggsac was the Queen.
She was far larger than any other Alien. She hung from the ceiling on the spines on her back. She had four arms, two large, two far too small to be of any use. Ly estimated that if she was standing up, she would have reached fifteen to twenty feet tall. She had a massive, spiked crest on her head, almost like an awful crown.
Her head turned towards them, and she hissed menacingly.
You would destroy me, Ly?
Yes.
“Clear the eggs away. I need to be close to her,” whispered Christian.
Already, more Aliens were appearing behind them. Globox and Ly turned to hold them off. Lachimax fired a grenade into the eggs. The Queen shrieked in anguish. Christian converted his Form Baton to a flamethrower, roasting the eggs. Globox and Ly’s weapons chattered, keeping the drones at a safe distance.
Finally, there was a clear path to the Queen. Christian stepped forward slowly, raising the Form Baton.
Ahead of him, to his right, an egg that they had missed opened wide.
He pointed the Baton squarely at the Queen’s head, barely four metres from her.
“Time to die,” he said, finger resting on the B trigger...
Only to have the Form Baton knocked from his hands.
By a Facehugger.
It had leapt from the missed egg, attempting to attach itself to his face. It missed, hitting his arm instead. Now it was trying to crawl up his chest, with him struggling against it. Ly saw this, and turned around...
Leaving an opening for the Alien drones to get through.
They swarmed forwards, crawling over the walls and ceiling. Globox could not hold them alone. He turned as well, running, giving the Aliens a clear path. They sprinted forward, into the Heart’s Chamber. In the chaos, Lachimax fired a grenade. It missed all intended targets, and landed...
In the Queen’s egg sac, blowing a hole in it for fluids to run out of.
The Queen screeched.
Mr. Dark gesture at the roof over the entrance to the room, causing it to collapse, blocking any more Aliens from entering. Christian continued to struggle with the Facehugger.
The massive ovipositor collapsed. No eggs would be emerging from there again.

Excerpt from Xenomorph: The Living Weapon

The Queen Xenomorph is the centre of the hive. It lays the eggs and directs the activity of the Drones and Warriors. It lays eggs asexually, by means of an immense ovipositor, or egg sac, attached to its thorax, much like a termite queen. While laying eggs, it remains attached to the roof of the hive through the spines on its back, which are strong enough to hold its weight. It is able to remove itself from the ovipositor and the roof in the case of an emergency, for example, if the hive is in danger. But doing so will render the ovipositor dead, forcing the Queen to grow a new one.

The Queen lowered her legs to the ground.
She thrust forwards, tearing the egg sac from her lower body and removing her spines from the roof. She let out a huge roar.
The Queen was free.
And incredibly angry.
She stomped forwards, lowering her head. Christian, finally rid of the Facehugger, reached for the Form Baton, only to have it knocked away by the Queen’s foot, and then to be kicked. Globox shot at her with his minigun, but was knocked against the wall by her tail. Mr. Dark raised his hands to cast a fell curse, but was struck down by the Queen. Bloodgrey swung his axe at her chest, but she knocked him down. Lachimax attempted a stab at her legs, but he, too, was stricken down. Murfy was thrown to the ground by the Queen’s arm. His shattered body lay there, still.
Leaving Ly.
Ly backed away, firing her laser. But the Queen was too fast. She grabbed Ly in her claw, and threw her to the ground. She crouched onto all fours, drooling onto Ly’s face.
Now you die, troublesome fairy.
Ly closed her eyes...
BOOM!
The Queen turned her head away from Ly, interrupted by this sudden noise emitting from the wall.
BOOM!
Rubble fell from the wall, hitting the ground.
BOOM!
The wall fell inwards, obscuring the floor with more rocks.
To reveal a twenty foot tall, fat, orange-yellow, robot-like vehicle with funny antenna on its head and skinny arms leading to guns.
It was a Grolgoth.
A voice called out from the vehicle’s loudspeakers:
“Get away from her, you BITCH!”
It was Rayman.

FLASHBACK: Site of Nuclear Explosion

The hugely thick doors slammed shut just in time.
KABOOM!
It felt like the entire world was being held upside down and shaken by some celestial infant to see what would fall out. But the walls held.
It was a bomb shelter.
Finally, the shaking stopped, and Rayman stood up, amazed at his luck. He looked around, knowing that the nuclear fallout would make it dangerous for him to leave. But he needed a way to return to the Council. A ship or something...
Off to the left was a big door leading to a hangar of some description. Above it were the words “Evil Genius Inc.”
The people who sold Steelwill the Orbital Laser.
And also the ones who had handed Razorbeard...
Rayman peered into the hangar...
To see a Grolgoth.
“It does everything, except the dishes,”
He smiled.

The Grolgoth raised its arm and fired a cannonball at the Queen, under the direction of Rayman. The Queen, incredibly fast for her size, dodged to the side, then rat at Rayman and the Grolgoth. She charged headlong into it, knocking all five tonnes of it backwards. This was to be hand to hand combat.
So to speak.
Rayman pushed forwards, swing the Grolgoth’s arms at the Queen. She dodged, grabbing the Grolgoth’s head and doing her best to pull it off. Surprisingly, it shifted under the Queen’s immense strength, coming half off. Rayman, sitting in the Grolgoth’s chest, pressed a button which ran an electric current through the Grolgoth’s skin. The Queen shrieked and let go. Rayman took this opportunity to hit her in the chest, knocking her back. She leant down and picked up a boulder, throwing it at the Grolgoth. It reacted automatically, blocking it with a laser fired from its hand.
The two giants closed in again, shaking the ground with their wrestling. Ly looked around, desperately searching for something she could do to help. Murfy wasn’t moving. Christian, Lachimax and Mr. Dark were apparently unconscious. Bloodgrey showed signs of stirring. Globox was bleeding all over, but looked alive.
Then she spotted the Form Baton. She ran towards it, but was hindered by the Queen Alien’s tail.
Rayman grabbed the Queen’s arms and pulled her towards him. Ly took the opportunity to slide between the Queen’s legs and grab the Form Baton, and was about to pull the trigger when the Queen kicked her away. She was unable to get any closer.
Rayman had managed to position himself and the Queen under an overhanging rock wall, where the Heart’s Chamber roof used to be. He realised this, and slammed his fist down on a button with the word “ROCKET” printed on it.
The Grolgoth raised its foot, and a small, guided missile shot from its tube within the leg. It twisted around the Queen, and slammed into the overhang.
The wall collapsed, as if in slow motion. It knocked them over and buried the Queen up to her chest, the Grolgoth to its head. Rayman, safe inside the cockpit, received only a bruised back.
“Do it now, Ly!” he shouted through the loudspeakers.
Ly picked herself up, walking slowly and deliberately towards the Queen’s head. She picked her way over the rubble, raising the Form Baton, pointing it at the totally helpless Queen.
Now you die, Alien. Along with all of your brood.
Ly pulled the trigger.
An incredibly strong telepathic signal passed from the Form Baton, directly into the Queen’s head. The signal bounced around within her skull, entering her telepathy lobe and bursting her brain along the way. It was broadcast to every single Alien on the planet. All across the Crossroads, Aliens screamed and died. A band of surviving Knaaren stared in wonder as their opponents dropped dead before them. Teensies hiding in the upper regions of the Summit Beyond the Clouds watched in awe as the Xenomorphs fell around them.
Ly felt the signal too. The pain was unbearable, literally head-splitting.
No! Christian told me this would not happen!
And, in the last moments of her life, Ly knew that the Queen had opened a thoughtlink with her brain as a final revenge, meaning that Ly felt everything the Queen felt.
You die with me, fairy.
She died for a second time, collapsing to the floor.
“NO!”
Rayman emerged from the Grolgoth’s head, staring in horror at Ly’s body, lying beside the far larger Queen’s body. This time, there was no Green Lum to save her. He ran down to her, cradling her head. She looked so peaceful, the life blasted from her body by the Queen’s maliciousness. He sobbed violently, his body shaking with sorrow. He kissed her one final time.
“How touching,”
Rayman spun around, hate filling his every being.
Razorbeard stood there, chuckling. The Raylien and the Xenoborg both stood behind him, unaffected by the telepathic blast. “You and your pitiful girlfriend have cleared my path to ultimate power. Now kindly stand aside,”
Christian, Mr. Dark, Lachimax and Bloodgrey, brought back to consciousness, stood behind Rayman. Rayman’s fists glowed red with fury. This villain, this robot, had been responsible for the deaths of most of his friends. He had brought so much death to this world.
Now, they faced off for the final time.



This is not the last chapter, but the next one is!

Stop killing awesome characters!

Somehow, I had a dire feeling that either Ray's death was permanent, or you'd bring him back in time for Ly's death. Seems like my second suspicion was correct. D8 In an case though, and exciting chapter, and I'm awaiting to see the conclusion to it all. 83

Lachimax wrote:Rayman looked at Ly. “So I need to get the bomb away,” He looked at Christian. “How long?”
“Ten minutes”
No! Ly shouted, a desperate look in her eye.
“I love you, Ly,”
He kissed her on the lips.
He picked up the bomb.
Then he ran.
He ran as fast as he could, weaving his way through the corridors of the Fairy Council. As he ran, he raised his fingers to his lips to whistle loudly. He was outside in a matter of minutes, and waiting for him there was a yellow, metal creature shaped like a bullet.
The Walking Shell, his old steed.
Rayman mounted the Shell without hesitation, spurring it to run. It sensed the urgency in Rayman, going to new speeds it had never found before. The scenery blurred past at immense speeds. Rayman could not even see where they were anymore, it was that fast.
The bomb ticked ever closer to destruction.
Finally, after about nine minutes, the Shell skidded to a halt.

Hmm...perhaps a little mistake there?

Very exciting, though!

*rubs hands together in anticipation of final chapter*

*wonders what is going to happen to Polokus*

How is that a mistake? nine minutes after he ran off the shell stopped.

Great work . I'm really looking forward to the end !

He was outside in a matter of minutes, and then he was on the shell for about nine minutes.

So, in total, he had the bomb for over ten minutes, and it probably should have exploded by then.

Obviously he means about 9 minutes after he ran off with the bomb.

Very well.

The Xenoborg hasn't had its payoff yet. I sense that something big is coming up for it.

Chapter 11: The Balance Stone

“You plan to fight me, do you?” Razorbeard cackled.
Tears streamed freely down Rayman’s face. Tears of anger. Tears of pain. Tears of sorrow.
Tears of pure, ultimate, unmitigated hate.
“SHUT UP!”
He raised his hand, and a bolt of red energy flew from it. Razorbeard flicked it away almost lazily with his Form Baton. The bolt slammed into a wall, creating a small explosion.
“Temper, temper,”
Christian gasped in shock, seeing the other Form Baton. “But... where did you get that? And how the hell are you using it?”
Razorbeard laughed. “I took this from your old homeworld dozens of years ago. I could never use it, until now.”
He flexed his organic hand. “The Form Baton now reads me as a living being,”
He looked directly at Christian.
“And so will the Balance Stone,”
Christian gasped again.
“That’s right. I will possess the ultimate power soon enough,”
Rayman acted.
He charged at Razorbeard, screaming incoherently. He raised his hands, ready to grab him by the neck, but was knocked away by the Raylien, which pinned him to the ground. Rayman kicked the Raylien off him, spinning to punch it in the chest. It snarled at him, attacking with utmost ferocity. Rayman, empowered by his anger, gave all he got.
The Xenoborg also charged, picking Lachimax as a target. It fired its laser, which Lachimax managed to block with his spear. But then the Xenoborg was upon him, knocking him back with its strengthened arms. They squared off, and Bloodgrey turned to help him.
Razorbeard raised the Form Baton, and a rumble shook the ground. A huge section of the floor fell away, leaving the Heart of the World in the centre and Razorbeard, Mr. Dark and Christian on their own raised platform, with Ly’s body lying behind them. Rayman, Lachimax, Bloodgrey, the Raylien and the Xenoborg all fell to a lower level, along with the Queen’s body and the Grolgoth.
Rayman wrestled with the Raylien as they fell, pushing it to below him. It cushioned the impact and stunned it temporarily. Rayman took the chance to kick it in the gut.
Bloodgrey and Lachimax fought the Xenoborg further away, unable to find a gap in its defences. Lachimax stabbed with his spear, only to have it blocked by the cyborg’s armour.
Razorbeard stood before Christian and Mr. Dark, laughing. “Look at your friends, fighting my creations. Now, to take what is mine,”
A flaming sword appeared in Mr. Dark’s hand, and Christian activated his Form Baton’s Beam Sword.
“We take him together,” hissed Mr. Dark. Christian nodded.
As one they charged at Razorbeard. Together, they slashed at him, only to be repelled by Razorbeard’s red blade. He attacked them, sword a blur as he took them both at once. They exchanged a flurry of super-fast blows. Razorbeard switched between functions on his Form Baton quickly, using it more efficiently in battle than had ever been done. Christian and Mr. Dark were thrown onto the back foot, to busy defending themselves to attack. Mr. Dark stopped a flamethrower attack from Razorbeard with his bare hands, catching the flames and forming them into a ball. He then cast the ball back at Razorbeard, throwing him slightly off guard. He took this chance to run forward, swinging his fire sword gracefully. Razorbeard blocked again, then slashed at Mr. Dark. Dark dodged at the last minute, but the sword cut through his cloak. It fell off altogether, revealing the light body armour Dark wore beneath.
Christian leapt to join the fight, slicing at Razorbeard. Still duelling Dark, Razorbeard pointed his Baton at Christian while ducking beneath a blow from Dark. Christian flew backwards, colliding with a rock.
Mr. Dark attempted to stop Razorbeard frantically, but the Pirate was too fast, too strong. Razorbeard slashed at Mr. Dark’s chest, cutting through the body armour and slicing into his ribcage. Dark gasped, and fell to the ground.
“I always was the better villain,” sneered Razorbeard, finishing Dark off with a killing blow.
Christian charged forward, yellow Beam Sword flashing. Yellow light blade met red light blade. Razorbeard met him blow for blow, pressing Christian back.
“I have become far more skilful with the Form Baton than you could ever hope to be,” Razorbeard taunted Christian as they fought furiously. “I, and I alone, have rights to the Balance Stone,”
“The Stone is but a myth, Razorbeard. You can never hope to possess it,”
“On the contrary, my dear Semi-Ray. It is right here, in this very...ah...what used to be a room,”
“I will never let you take it!”
“That is where you’re wrong, Christian,”
Razorbeard blocked one final strike from Christian, then dealt an underhand blow to Christian’s leg, cutting it clean off. Christian fell with a gasp, bleeding feely.
Razorbeard stood over him, kicking the Form Baton. “I will not kill you, Christian, because I wish you to see this. But, fear not, for you will die soon enough,”
Razorbeard turned to face the Heart of the World.

Lachimax and Bloodgrey squared off against the Xenoborg. It fought with ferocious skill, meeting their every blow with one of its own. Lachimax stabbed at its chest, then blocked one of its claws. The cyborg grabbed the spear with that claw and ripped it from Lachimax’s hands. With the speed of a striking snake, it turned the spear around...
And ran Lachimax through with it.
Lachimax’s eyes widened in disbelief, staring at his own weapon protruding from his chest. Then he tumbled, hitting the floor with a resounding thud.
“No!” snarled Bloodgrey.
The eyes of his owl talisman glowed purple.
Time slowed.
The half-Alien, half-robot moved as if in slow motion, coming at Bloodgrey with the speed of a thousand startled snails. Bloodgrey walked towards it at a normal pace. He swung his axe once, slicing the Xenoborg’s left arm off. But then time returned to normal once again. The Xenoborg, barely noticing its grievous injury, fired a laser bolt at Bloodgrey. It then used its own wound to its advantage, spraying acid blood at the dog-man. Bloodgrey howled as the acid burnt into his face and arms. He collapsed to the rubble-strewn floor, sheer agony reducing his ability to move.
“I guess this is the end for me, Oulou,” he said to his small owl talisman, grimacing as the Xenoborg stood across him.
Your life will go, but will return shortly, Bloodgrey. Heed your guardian spirit’s words. Your life will not be wasted,
Bloodgrey smiled. “That’s good to know,”
The Xenoborg slit his throat with one fell motion.

Rayman continued to wrestle with the Raylien, unable to gain an advantage. He kicked it in the head, then assaulted it with a flurry of punches and kicks, his empowered fists digging ever deeper into the beast’s exoskeleton. It snarled, then knocked him back. He was winded as he landed on the ground. Then, quick as lightning, the Raylien was upon him, pinning him to the ground.
Rayman spotted something hanging directly over the Raylien’s head. Something large. Something purple.
Rayman spun his hair into a helicopter, cutting the Raylien’s second set of jaws clean off. The creature flinched, momentarily releasing Rayman’s hand...
Allowing him to launch it upwards in a fist...
Knocking the plum of its stem and onto the Raylien’s head. It stuck there, enclosing the monster’s entire skull. Rayman kicked it hard in the chest, knocking it off. The Raylien struggled vainly to remove the fruit from its head, allowing Rayman to stride forward, calm in his rage, and drop a heavy boulder on the thing’s chest, splashing acid all over the floor. It thrashed wildly for several seconds, then was still.
Rayman looked upwards. Razorbeard stood near the Heart of the World, Baton raised.
“Oh no you don’t!”
Rayman leapt upwards, higher than ever before, and grabbed the edge of the platform. He swung himself up, standing tall.
Razorbeard faced him. “Ah, Rayman. My old nemesis,”
Rayman launched a punch at him, but it was reflected easily.
“Do you finally see now, Rayman? I orchestrated everything. I planned it from the start. It was I who led the Robo-Pirates to your world for a second time, thus goading you to destroy them. It was I who convinced you to blow up my home planet, removing the obstacle of my brethren. It was I who planted the seed of the Xenomorph race, removing most of the population of this world, thus preparing it for my plans,”
“And what are they?” spat Rayman.
“Once I have the Balance Stone, I will have the power to mass produce my Xenoborgs, creating my own army to rival that of the late Rachara. I shall create starships, millions of weapons. I will conquer the universe, using your world as a base. Perhaps I will keep you as a pet,”
“What is the Balance Stone?”
“Why, has Christian not told you? The Balance Stone is a device of utmost power, built by the billion year old race known as the Ancients. The same race who built the Heart of the World. The same race that created the Lums, thus setting in motion the creation of Polokus. The same race that made your species, the Rays, which eventually split in half to evolve into the Semi-Rays and your race, of which the late Mr. Dark, Tarayzan, the Musician and the Magician were also members. The Semi-Rays, who migrated to another planet, invented Form Batons, whose true purpose they never knew. But I know,”
He turned to Christian, whose face had turned pale grey. “They were designed to channel the Balance Stone’s power,”
“You forget something, Razorbeard,” gasped Christian. “You said before you would gain the ultimate power. Only the Ancients’ Chosen One can gain the ultimate power from the Balance Stone. You may gain immense energy, but you will not be a god,”
“No matter. I have no need of ultimate power. I can rule the galaxy with only the strength of my army,”
Razorbeard pointed his Form Baton at the Heart of the World. It exploded violently, shattering into a thousand yellow lums for a second time, who all flew off confusedly. He raised the Baton again. Rayman charged at him, desperate to stop him, but was paralyzed by a flick of the Baton.
Where the Heart used to be, the floor slid away, and a small altar rose from the hole. On the altar, glowing with bright, white light, was the Balance Stone.

It was a shape that would fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. On the top was a small joystick, and it had two triggers, one small and round and the other large and square.
Razorbeard walked forward, slowly and deliberately. He lifted the Stone from the altar, holding it reverently in his hand. He raised the Form Baton next to it, and a flicker of light passed between them.
Rayman closed his eyes. This was it. He had failed.
Then, suddenly, without warning, the both the Form Baton and the Balance Stone were knocked from Razorbeards hand...
By a bolt of lightning.
Rayman turned to see Globox, bleeding, arm raised, sitting on a protruding rock sticking out from the wall. Globox smiled. “I finally did something right,” Then he flopped backwards, unconscious.
Rayman, released from the Forma Baton’s power, leapt up, ran forward, and grabbed the Balance Stone.
“Rayman, here!”
Christian threw him his own Form Baton, which he had crawled to while Razorbeard’s back was turned. Rayman caught it...
And power flooded through him.
Ultimate power.
The Baton and the Stone were connected by a thread of light running between them. Rayman grinned, and raised his fists. Razorbeard could only watch helplessly as his plans fell apart before him.
A nimbus of golden fire surrounded Rayman as he rose into the air. His eyes glowed blue, and his voice was echoed as if by a dozen voices as he spoke.
“I possess your ultimate power, Razorbeard. I am ultimate,”
Christian watched in awe as the Chosen One of the Ancients performed his work.
“I smite all of your creations from this world,”
The Xenoborg disappeared in a flash of brilliant white light. All the Alien eggs left alive in the Crossroads and Razorbeard’s Henchmen went with it.
“I rebuild the Heart of the World,”
The one thousand yellow lums returned to their station in the Heart’s socket, obscuring the altar and melding back together to form the Heart of the World.
“I heal all wounds caused by your evil,”
Christian’s leg was suddenly whole again and Globox’s wounds disappeared.
“I release Polokus from his prison,”
Razorbeard’s warship disappeared, revealing the smiling Spirit of the World.
“And I return to life those you have destroyed,”
All those who had died at the hands of the Aliens and during the second Robo-Pirate war were suddenly standing in the vast fields of the Fairy Glade, blinking confusedly. Rabbids, Knaaren, Moskitos, Teensies, fairies, miscellaneous beings... All were there.
“I am the Chosen One of the Ancients, descended from the great Rayolen,”
The fire surrounding Rayman increased in intensity.
“And I... am... RAYMAN!”

Rayman opened his mouth, and a stream of white light poured out. It dissipated across the Glade, scattering in the fields. Rayman was lowered to the ground before Razorbeard, who remained cowering before him.
Rayman looked down at him, the flames and glowing eyes gone. He tossed the Baton and the Stone aside, to be caught by Christian.
“Your deeds are undone, Admiral,” Rayman said, using the Robo-Pirate’s old rank. “You are defeated for a final time,”
Razorbeard stared up at him, crushing defeat in his eyes. “Then finish it,”
Rayman smiled a terrible, grim smile.
“With pleasure,”
Rayman kicked Razorbeard in the head, knocking him back. The Robo-Pirate did not resist. Rayman punched him, over and over, his fists glowing white. He tore Razorbeard apart, until nothing was left but the Admiral’s head.
“This is where we part ways, Pirate,”
Razorbeard closed his eyes.
Rayman drop kicked the head, his foot colliding with its forehead. The Admiral’s head sailed through into the sky, travelling hundreds of kilometres through the air. It finally landed at the very peak of the Precipice, making it impossible to reach and also making Razorbeard the first ever to reach the summit of that mountain.
Rayman raised his fingers to his mouth, stretched his lips wide, and shook his head in a Grimace.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, and his friends were alive.
Rayman took Christian and Globox by the hands, and they rose into the air to float down to the Fairy Glade. The crowds of creatures stared in awe at the one who had brought life back to their bodies. There was utter silence as the three landed.
Then, a massive cheer broke out. All across the Fairy Glade and even the entire Crossroads, people cheered. They cheered for the defeat of Razorbeard. They cheered for the return of their lives. But most of all, they cheered for Rayman. The one who had saved their world no less than five times.
“RAYMAN! RAYMAN! RAYMAN! RAYMAN!”
Rayman grinned, all pressure gone.
Mr. Dark, Bloodgrey, Lachimax, Murfy, Uglette, Clark, Betilla and a veritable army of Baby Globoxes charged forward, tears in their eyes. But Rayman had eyes for only one person.
Ly, smiling warmly at him from atop a small hill.
Returned to him by the power of the Balance Stone.

Rayman, Christian, Polokus and Ly sat around a small table, the Balance Stone and the two Form Batons in the centre.
“I have no wish to keep the ultimate power,” Rayman said. “I wish for Polokus to take it and hide it in one of his Sanctuaries.
Polokus nodded. “Most wise, Chosen One,”
Rayman looked at Christian. “Yeah, I’m still wondering about that. How did I become the Chosen One?”
“The Ancients chose one Ray from amongst many to be their Chosen One, the one who could wield the full power of the Balance Stone. He was the great Rayolen. His line has remained unbroken since the beginning of time. You are his descendant. I knew it from the moment I first laid eyes upon you. ”
“But... I was an orphan. Nobody knows where I came from. I simply appeared one day, the day Mr. Dark stole the Heart of the World,”
“I believe I can answer that one,” said Polokus. “Your parents were killed early on in your life, by forces unknown to us. I then placed you under a sleeping spell myself, for your own protection, until the world needed you,”
Rayman nodded. “That makes sense, I guess... in a weird kind of way,”
So peace returned to the Crossroads of Dreams. The warriors who had accompanied Rayman remained in the Fairy Glade to live, including the CODEFS soldiers. And, a year later...

Rayman held the small Ray against his chest, love filling his heart. Ly smiled up at him, exhausted by her labour. They were surrounded by friends. Globox and his family. Clark. Betilla. Mr. Dark. Lachimax. Christian. Bloodgrey. The Grand Minimus. Polokus. The Walking Shell. The Crossroads of Dreams Elite Fighting Squad. Murfy. Tarayzan. The Magician. All with smiles on their faces.
Rayman looked down at the child in his hands. She looked like Rayman, only with a purple and beige pattern covering her body, similar to Ly’s. She reached up and grabbed her father’s nose, laughing.
Rayman laughed with her, and it spread through his friends contagiously. Even Mr. Dark chuckled.
She was heir to the title of the Chosen One of the Ancients.
Rayman’s daughter.

THE HAPPY END!

Epilogue: The Admiral’s Fate

An eagle flew through the sky near the Precipice, looking for the small snowmice that lived at this altitude. She noticed a glint in the snow, and circled down towards it.
She landed next to it, and cocked her head in amazement. It had two yellow lights, and a ring of razors below that. Above the yellow lights was what looked like a tall, purple hat.
The eagle pecked one of the lights, and jumped back as the object made strange, angry sounds. Realising that it could not harm her, the eagle gripped the object in her claws, ignoring its protests. She flapped away with it, taking it to her nest. It would make an excellent toy for her chicks.

Thank you all for reading. This was the final chapter of the Return of the Robo-Pirates/Alien vs. Rayman sequence. It’s been almost a hundred pages in Microsoft Word and over a year, and I hope you enjoyed the journey.
Lachimax: Out.

I think it's hilarious how the Form Baton and the Balance stone are a wii-mote and nunchuk. Good ending, by the way.
Hey wait...YAY! Gilly is alive again!

YEEEEAAAAHHHHH AWWWWSOMMMMME!!!!!



Anyway...the Predator came back too, right? Hmmm...did he find a girlfriend among the inhabitants of the Crossroads?

And since Tarayzan was an Alien host, is he now a hybrid, like Ripley in Alien: Resurrection?

And are the Ancients actually the Space Jockeys?

Quite a few unanswered questions...leaving room for...a sequel?

hmmm... It's possible, I guess... But I don't have any plans at the moment. I will think about it. You do raise a few questions I never even thought about.
No, Tarayzan is not a hybrid. Ripley only became like that because they used reconstituted Alien DNA to strengthen the clone so that she wouldn't die like the other seven.

Didn't the other seven only die because they were screwed up by alien DNA?

Maybe you can do a rayman/Eternal Darkness mix/story/parody like this? (Eternal Rayman?)