All obstactles cleared from their paths, Forte, Zero, and Corak proceed to Gannondorf's chambers. Organ music is heard as they travel the last staircases.
"Good grief, this man is tone deaf. This is some of the worst organ playing I've ever heard..."
"I don't see what's so bad about it, Forte..."
"Actually Zero, I can almost see his point, his timing is irregular, speeding up and slowing down slightly. You have to have an real ear for this kind of thing to notice though..."
"Oh..."
When they reached Gannondorf himself, he grinned at them.
"Ah so you are the remaining heros who were summoned here to defeat me. Corak is it? I heard so much about you from that friend of your's... A rather useful fellow, when you sieze control of him. And you much be Zero. My, arn't you chilly? Ah, I see you still have the Master Sword. If you think that will be enough to defeat me alone, you are very much mistaken. And good to see you again Forte. I must thank you again for the ideas you gave me... Now how may I help you all?"
"You have something I want..."
Corak turned to Forte, who was still acting suspicously to him.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Princess Zelda."
"Is that all you want?"
"Oh shut up and Die!"
Gannondorf's last comment made Corak think. 'Is that all you want?'. Gannondorf said that like the other things he knew that Forte wanted were not the other girls. But all the same, he also seemed to comfirm that Forte wanted Zelda. What else did Forte Desire? He had little time to ponder this as Gannondorf began to attack.

In the following battle, Zero was the first to fall. Corak went to his aid.
"My friend, are you alright?"
"No..Corak... I don- I don't think I'm going to make it... Here, take the Master Sword... It's up to you now... you must... Defeat......."
With that Zero fell forward, and deactivated.
"Rest my friend, I will finish this..."
With that Corak turned back to the battle, feeling both sorry for Zero and unsettled as though something was wrong but did not stop to give them any more thought, and with Forte's Light Blaster attacks giving Corak opening for attacks, Gannondorf was soon on his last legs. He staggered forward, coughing.
"Heh, so your Master Plan is finally compl-AHHHHH!!!"
Before he could finish his last confusing sentence, Forte gave him one final blast in the back, making him fall to the floor, unconcious.
Corak looked at his fallen form. It was over. No. It wasn't.
"What did he mean, by your Master Plan being finally complete? I know he was talking to you... Forte..."
"Heh, you're right he was, but he was incorrect. My Master Plan is not quite correct, I made a miscalculation... as to who held the Triforce of Courage..."
Corak glanced back at Zero, remembering he had felt there had been something wrong with the way Zero had fallen. He had fallen to a blast from behind! Gannondorf had been attacking from in front! The only one who could have hit Zero like that, had been Forte.
"You see, I thought he had it, since he pulled out the Master Sword and all, but it seems I was mistaken... You have it, by process of elimination."
"But-But why would you shoot him in the back just because he had the Triforce of Courage?!? Why would you be that afraid of it?"
"I wasn't afraid of it, I wanted it for myself!"
Corak turned to Forte to see he him glowing with a red energy.

The Other robot masters, Wily, and the remaining Reploids dashed in, having felt the comotion. Wily barged to the front, feeling important.
"Forte, Repo-... Right, I think Forte's in charge now, all hands, ummm await his, ummm, commands... <aside> eep, thank goodness I no longer have a digustive system, else I'd have really embaressed myself..."
Forte continued to talk to Corak, ignoring the late comers.
"You see, my little blue friend, I can steal the powers of whoever I defeat in battle. If Zero had had the Triforce, I would have had that power now. I did however, managed to defeat Gannondorf, who had the Triforce of Power. And don't think just because you managed to beat him, you can beat me. For one thing, you had my help."


"For a Second thing, he was using it really ineffiently..."
With that Forte turned to Corak, throwing off his cloak, to reveal a gold armour underneath. It all made sense now. He wasn't after Zelda to win her heart, but so he could take the Triforce of Wisdom from her! And now, Only Corak stood in his way to obtaining the full Triforce.
"So Corak, Holder of the Triforce of Courage, are you ready for your.... "Victory Lap"?"


||Victory Lap for Corak! Can Corak defeat the enpowered Forte, or is Hyrule, and every other dimension doomed to fall under his fists of steel? Now is the Final Battle... Or is it?||


(Revealling Forte Sprites made from Forte Exe and Gate sprite rips found at http://sprites.fireball20xl.com/Capcom/ ... 3-main.htm and http://www.panelmonkey.org/search.php?q ... mit=Submit by Rogulsykes@hotmail.com and ACE_Spark)

This dramatic change of events had stunned Corak, but it didn't suprise him. If it was logical, it couldn't. It seemed that Forte was even more of a troubling adversary than this Gannondorf being. A robotic life-form that disobeyed its superior master... Corak remembered when he had been first activated with a memory capable of more personal thinking than binary codes, and had been programmed to recognise rogue life-forms, or "Malfunctional AIs"
He was most certain that Forte was a Mulfunction of the worst kind.

"Of course. Bring what you must." Corak replied, knowing that this was to be one of his most difficult fights at this point in time. He brought up one of his basic power shields, and readied himself for whatever Forte would try next. He was dealing with a spontaneous enemy, which made him very, very dangerous indeed.

< Music for Scene:: http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/view.ph ... &sub=14914 click the play button by the track at the top>

Forte grinned and raised his hand above his head. Darkness that seemed to pall in all light in the room formed above him, it looked similar to an attack Gannondorf had been using. Then something began to come through the darkness. It wasn't the same attack at all, it was a portal.
With a Manic grin, Forte cried out,
"Bahamut Strike!"
The King of Dragons was not meerly room filling, but room bursting, smashing his way through the wall infront of him, bringing with him a hailstorm of fire. The beast appeared to have no concept of friendly fire, causing the Robot Masters to run around like headless chickens.

During the chaos caused by the flames, crumbling ceiling and paniced machines, Forte lunged at Corak with a strange blue glowing blade.
"Covenet Plasma Sword Assassination! Give up now, there's no way you can match Our power!"

(AWESOME avatar, KagatoTEG! It's really nice for you to include visual and musical aides: It really makes your posts seem so involved. :3)

Corak automatically locked his footing into a style that would best suit a suituation involving the need for agility, and kept a few paces out of the megalomaniacal Forte via some quick back-stepping (Which could more accurately described as running).

While he was busying himself with dodging all that Forte was attempting to attack him with (Which was a very hard feat in itself, as he didn't seem to form a solid and regular pattern), Corak tried to rapidly calculate how to come at least even with Forte's new attacks and try to defeat him. He wasn't normally of idea that one must destroy malfunctionals, but like his nemesis, Sheltem, Corak was certain that Forte had to be stopped. And he must not fail. It was simply not an option.

He concentrated on summoning his main method of attack, a form of directed energy waves, but was interrupted by the still intent-on-destroying-him Forte. Sighing, Corak continued 'Powering up' his energy reserves at a subconscious level while he dodged as many attacks as he could, causing his hands to glow a slight yellow.

Of course, this was much too much of a giveaway, but probably one that Forte wouldn't worry much about. As soon as he was ready, Corak would fire these pockets of energy at him (Sparingly, as he did not want to distract his goal by wasting too much energy), and try to intensify the force until it would work. It was a poorly-formulated plan, but it was all that he could pull up given his situation.

Forte made a mad dash at Corak, in what looked like a great lapse of judgement. He seemed to leave himself fully open to attack, and Corak decided to act on this, and began to fire the energy pockets. A huge grin spread over Forte's face. It seemed to spread further than it should of been possible on a face his size.
"Hostage Shield!"
From out of nowhere, Keely seemed to jump in.
<I'm guessing Corak will react quickly to this somehow, but I'll just jump forward a few seconds temparily>
Forte folded his arms with a snide chuckle as he floated above Corak. The other heros were also entering the room. But they were no longer under their own control, but that of the Triforce of Power's.
"We told you Gannondorf wasn't using the Triforce to it's full capacity. We can use it to control all, even those with as strong will as, say.... You!"
Forte sent out a sudden shockwave, and to Corak's surprise, his shield was down, causing him to receive damage from this attack.
"All shall fall to Our new power..."
(Sorry Zuki, just had to try that once. You can repower the shield, but I thought the idea of Forte-Senin using that attack at least once would be cool. Also, if anyone else wants to jump in and take control of their character again, then feel free to resist Forte-Senin's mind control.)

(Hey, that's okay. :3 It's always fun to test out unbeatable power. And yes, other posters, where are you? T-T)

<Rewind to the "Hostage Shield" scene!>

This sudden move had completely suprised Corak. How effective. Baffle the opponent, and strike them at a personal level at the same time, by using a comrad to shield the attack. It was a cowardly and dangerous attack, but not at all unwise.

But enough of this thought, when Miss Keeley's life was in danger!
Corak quickly diverted his own shield from himself to Keeley in the split second that the impact of his energy spheres were to hit, which, meeting with an energy that matched their own, immeadiately cancelled out.
Corak, glad that the innocent Keeley was safe, quickly switched his shield back to himself.

<Okay, fast forward to present time, now>

Corak reeled from this new information. Forte had made him drop his shield, without him even realising he was being willed to do this. Was his mind that feeble? He quickly brought up another shield, but was this necessary, if Forte could easily bring it back down again, or worse?

"Ignore these statistics." Corak told himself, but found it hard to follow. The battle was much too one-sided at the moment, with the odds heavily against him. Especially with Forte's stolen army of mind-controlled puppets.

"Comrades, snap out of this! It is foolish to give in to Forte!" Corak called out, but held no faith in the plea. It was much too stereotypical.

Turning back to his main problem, Forte, Corak glared. He would not lose to Forte, no matter what the odds were. Powering up anouth sphere, he ran up, to try to make the attack land on Forte physically.

Corak took the damage from the energy-based attack rather badly, the attack having been fuelled by Forte's rage, which made it very effective indeed.

Being forced back a few steps, all of Corak's sensors began blaring the obvious in his mind: he was in quite a high rating of danger. He tried to boost up the power of his shields again, but what did this matter if he was in dire trouble with fully functioning ones?

"Since when did you begin as reffering to yourself as two or more selves?" Corak asked, wondering if this had been a problem of bad grammar, while he continued trying to power up his shields, and anticipate the large portal-summoned monster, "Or are you merely trying to imitate a character from the novel trilogy written by the now-deceased human JRR Tolkien?"

Keely blinked suddenly. Where was she? The last thing she recalled was charging forward to attack Ganondorf with Corak, Zero, and Forte . . . and now Ganon was nowhere in sight, and Forte and Corak were fighting to the death! Keely was confused, and then the rest of her memory came back with startling clarity. Ganon standing over her, angry at finding his attempts to put her in stasis failing . . . and then putting a compulsion spell on her that forced her to spy for him . . . while all the time she thought she had been returning to her friends. How diabolical! But Forte, who now seemed to have been transferred the Triforce of Power, if her comrades' glazed presence and the giant dragon standing in back of them was any indication, was even more so. But now Keely seemed to have broken free of Forte's control. How was it possible? Then she remembered Corak's defense of her when Forte had attacked her. He had put a shield around her that had glowed with blue power. Corak had the Triforce of Courage, and with his attack, must have transferred some of that Triforce's energy to her, allowing her to break free from Forte's control. Forte must have been too caught up in his battle with Corak to notice. Maybe Keely could use that to her advantage, for she knew she must try to help Corak before she was under the influence of the Triforce of Power again. And Keely thought she knew a way. It was a good thing that Forte was so vulnerable to female persuasion . . .

OOC: I'm still here, guys! Just had a little trouble thinking of a way for Keely to break free of Forte's control, that's all.

"Hydro Pump!" a voice boomed, followed by an intense burst of water aimed for the maniacal robot. Forte turned his head in a mix of surprise and rage.

"It's time to bring this chaos to an end, you fiend!" the voice continued. Soon after, a cloud of bubbles flew into Forte's vision.

Corak and the approaching Keely looked to find the source of this new voice to see a tall, lean figure clad in blue. A black cape was unfurled behind him, along with long brown locks of hair that brushed along his back. Pieces of armor were strapped around his shoulders, elbows, and knees, while his hands and feet were clothed in white gloves and boots respectively. One could not see his eyes as they were hidden beneath a pair of familiar black shades. In one of his gloved hands, he held a large, oval-like object that resembled a tortoise shell as if he were holding a shield in the heat of battle.

"Is that...?" Keely thought, feeling a familiar vibe from this latest presence.

"And who might you be?!" Forte demanded.

"Squir...errrrrr...I am...The Waterboy!" the heroic figure shouted in response.

Silence, followed by a rushing tumbleweed and chirping crickets (or fairies...). The others looked on at him, dumbfounded.

The masculine character spun around, with his cape and hair following suit, for a few moments before facing the adversary once again.

"I am recognized as many things, but you may call me...The Aquatic Avenger!"

"Geez, that's still lame..." he thought to himself.

"Anyway, your scheming stops here, villain! I'm here to assist those in need of vanquishing the evil that plagues this land!" the "Aquatic Avenger" continued, moving himself into a striking stance. "Prepare yourself!"

At Corak's comment Forte seemed to forget about his previous engagement.
"... You know,Corak, technically, he's not deceased here, he's not even been born here. No wait, he may not even be born in this dimension, Ever."
He threatorically stroked his chin in thought, and was hit by ... the "Aquatic Avenger". His features seemed to morph for a split second again.
"Oh You've got to be Frigging Kidding Us! >snigger< I'll say! We've got a Teenage Mutant Hero Squirtle! Ah, I slay me..."
Forte seemed to stagger slightly incoherently, as exploding machinery showered around him.
"Curses! The Metal Gear's Journey was Interupted! Gahhh!"
He was engulfed in smoke and flames, hidden from view.
"Did I get him?"
"You hit him, but I doubt it is over yet, my friend..."
Sure enough, with a great swish of his cloak, Forte blew the smoke away to reveal he was still functioning, and now very Angery. The "Aquatic Avenger" Made to use another water attack, but something was wrong. The attack froze suddenly, such that it was still attatched to him. Forte laughed.
"Heh heh. That was a great idea. Remove the Heat Energy from the water to Froze it in place... In fact, really We could do it to the very blood in the veins in the bodies of every living creature in this room, ney, the World! We were created to Rule and Control! We have faced your Triforce before, and yes, we were defeated then, but we did not have This Power in our hands! You mortals should not bother us, we are sure we can cook up something more your level..."
The "Aquatic Avenger" felt a tap on his shoulder from behind, and turned to face Dr Wily, who had a similar possessed look on his face.
"Yess, We have something for you, We call it the Black Demon... it reminds us of ourselves...."
Something was clearly wrong here. The Robot Masters and Reploids were shifting in an uneasy fashion, and muttering about something. Dr Wily stuck out a hand and a black pool appeared. Just for a second, two pupiless eyes appeared on it, but they quickly merged into one, then a massive round bodied creature (with it's eye at the centre of its body) rised from this, and began to attack the "Aquatic Avenger".
Forte turned back to Corak.
"Shall we continue? Heh, I wonder if when he says something a Squirtle would, if he turns back into squirtle..."

The Robot Masters and Reploids are getting more and more resentless. Their mutterings were becoming audioable to all.
"It's the Evil Energy, it's gotta be!"
"Nightmare Virus! I'm telling you, he's becoming the Functioning Manifitstation of the Nightmare Virus!"

Forte, without power, seemed to darken into a siloette. Something about this gave Keely the shivers.
"Hurry up Corak, I don't know how long he will be powerless for!"

WE ARE NEVER POWERLESS, LITTLE GIRL.

"Was that Forte...?"
Keely half turned to the form of Forte, gasping as she saw his arm come to strike her, throwing her back. But despite the ability to still move, Forte was unable to avoid Corak's attack, and emitted an unearthly wail as it hit. Forte turned back to Corak, still shrouded entirely in darkness, and began to take large slow steps towards him. His every action seems laboured.

DUO? HEH WE WONDER...

Then the light seems to flitter back on around Forte, and the damage can be seen. There are large rips in his armour, and even some circuitry is visable. But more worrying is what is oozing out of his wounds. It looks like poor darkness, as it is too dark to be described as black even.
"Drat! Where did she even come from? When did we lose control of her? YOU! You hid her from us! Hey, how was I meant to know that that blip on the radar would matter if I hid it... SHUT UP and Get out of Our Head! Technically, it's my head, but I don't mind sharing, you remember those talks we had about sharing, don't you? Shut Up! You never even realised I was even here till now! And What was the Override doing there? Why, it was for you guys, of course! No! You Never Knew of Us!!!"
As Forte argued with himself, he sent attacks in all directions as he staggered uncertainly. Flaming skulls, razor blades, cerbial bores, frag geneades, sticky grenades, and many other objects flew in every direction.

Meanwhile Wily had grabbed Keely after she had landed.
"You shall not interfere again, little girl..."
She wondered what he meant, then noticed another figure coming towards her, then gasped in shock when she realised who it was.
It was Gannondorf, and he was trailing his sword along the ground behind him. His movements were strange and awkward as he slowly closed in on Keely.

(Sorry, but one more attack should be it for this form... Did I say form, I mean, One more attack should finish things for Forte-Senin... yes, that sounds like an appropiate Half Truth.... Bwahahahahaha!)

As Squirtle, errrr...the Aquatic Avenger was contending with the strange black creature, he began to recall the startling change of events that brought about this latest transformation...

* * *

Traveling in limbo wasn't fun. In fact, it was downright scary for the tiny turtle Pokémon. It would have rather fought a horde of Gengar, Gyrados, and Charizard than put up with this torture. Okay, maybe "limbo" was going too far...the dreary, maze-ridden forests of hyrule weren't fun for Squirtle. It didn't know how it wound up there once again, but all it could last remember was being tossed from that ridiculous beauty contest. After that, Squirtle couldn't find which was which as it was being flung from dimension to dimension and then...back to square one!

Squirtle sighed as it trudged through the brush and the leaves, not recognizing a single thing and wishing it was back in the heat of battle in Kanto. But then again, there was that one woman...

...Keely?

Squirtle felt the ground shift beneath it and before long, it fell headlong into a pit and ending up swallowing dirt before it could emit a "Squirrrrrrtle!" Brushing itself off, Squirtle looked at the new surroundings and suspected that Team Rocket was at it again. Then again, this little pit looked much more natural than recently dug up.

The Pokémon could feel a peculiar noise beneath it...it sounded like cries for help.

"Squirtle Squirt?"

Following the sounds of the pleas, the reptilian Pocket Monster dug deeper in search of the source. Not much time had passed before it came across a small orb that was not much larger than its head. Brushing the sphere off with its elbow, Squirtle came to realize that it was a mystical, sparkling, blue orb. The Pokémon gazed at it as if in a trance before a voice broke the silence.

"Oh, thank you for saving me, my dear friend!"

Squirtle dropped the orb in fear and backed up against the walls of the pit.

"Although, that fall could have been a bit more gentle..."

Glaring at the orb, Squirtle slowly approached it once again.

"You see...I was relaxing peacefully in the lands of Lufaria when a scheming Glorgnarf imprisoned me in this blue spherical prison and for some odd reason I was bounced from different dimensions. And there's nothing worse than traveling from different dimensions with a scheming..." the voice from the orb was interrupted as Squirtle's snoring could be heard. "WAKE UP, YOU!"

Squirtle rubbed its eyes and yawned.

"Anyway..." the irritated voice resumed. "Could you open this thing and release me?"

"Squirtle? Squirtle Squirtle Squirt..." it rationalized before picking up the mystical object and popped it open rather effortlessly. A miniature maiden appeared from her confines, clad in a sky blue dress with accessories that suggested she may have come from a royal lineage (a pretty small lineage...).

"I've been struggling to open that blasted thing for 250 years! How on Lufaria did you get it open so easily?" the small woman asked.

Squirtle shrugged, still not entirely grasping the situation.

The "princess-esque" figure stretched her hand and a five-foot staff materialized from it. Straining to not have the weight of the rod flatten her, she laid it on the Pokémon. Well, maybe "laid" was overdoing it as the turtle now had a large lump on its head.

"Sorry..." the maiden apologized, "...I was not able to use my magic within that orb so I've been a little rusty after two and half centuries."

Squirtle rubbed its head in frustration.

The maiden closed her eyes for a moment, as she was reading into the Pokémon's small mind and gathering information on everything that has happened recently.

"I see..." she finally murmured after several minutes. "You have been on a mission to save these lands from an immense evil. But I'm afraid that things will get much worse from here, my blue savior."

"Squirtle?"

"Errrr...yes...your friends are in danger at the final destination with an unspeakable darkness. As you are now, your aid will do little good...however, I still have not thanked you properly for my rescue."

Her staff glowed with a piercing white light that eventually enveloped Squirtle. The Pokémon looked at itself in bewilderment as it slowly began to transform and take human shape. Seconds later, Squirtle evolved into the heroic figure that it would take to battle Forte.

Squirtle looked at himself in his new form and executed several embellished stances and poses, his cape unfurled and flowing along with him.

"You still possess the same abilities, just with some additional benefits," the young maiden explained, proud of her accomplishment in the meantime.

"Squirtle Squirt...ummmm...errrrrr...that is...thank you," Squirtle replied, surprised that human speech was catching on fast. Being around all those humans was advantageous after all...

"Thank you, kind sir," the maiden said, trying to curtsy, but realizing that it could not afford to do it without losing balance with the staff. "Now, before I return to my world, I shall transport you to your destination. Good luck, my friend..."

With that, Squirtle was covered in another bath of white light and well, the rest was history...

* * *

Surprised that this long flashback had not allowed him to be overtaken by the enemy, the Aquatic Avenger fought off the murky, black creature with his shield and furrowed his eyes.

"Cretin, take this! Ice Beam!" he cried, sending the attack at his target and freezing it on the spot. The frozen beast fell to the ground with a blunt "thud".

"Now where's that old man?" Squirtle asked, aggravated at having been dealt that little "obstacle". Whirling around, he could see off into the distance that the old man had a firm grip on Keely. In another direction, he could see that Corak was attempting to subdue Forte. Weighing the priorities, he made his decision...

"Skull Bash!" a flying headbutt sent Wily reeling into the dirt, releasing her grip on the female. "A little payback for that previous distraction..." he thought as he watched the scientist lay motionless for the time being.

"Long time, no see, Keely," the "Aquatic Avenger" said aloud to his water-oriented companion.

"The reunion's has to wait," Keely shot back, urging Squirtle to look at the approaching Ganondorf stumble and stagger his way toward the two, the blade of his sword scraping against the ground and glistening with an eerie luster.

"I suppose so..."