A phantasy script.

A Phantasy Script Part 23: The Mighty Gigatron

Shaking his staff slightly, the previous spell dissipates as Fylec then casts Dispell Magic. Upon casting, the ground in front of himself seems to growl a low growl as it is revealed to be a brown Dragon.

General: Torches up!

Jokesum: Good call!

Bringing out four, four foot tall, torches the Hunter's Guild light up the area within a five foot radius around themselves as the brown Dragon unfurls its mighty wings and stares menacingly at them.

Berd: I really want to shoot it, it's in our way!

Fylec: What? It hasn't attacked yet! Wait, perhaps we should attack first.

General: That would be stupid, to not see if Jokesum can speak to it because he is a Druid!

Jokesum: Oh snap! Thank you, completely forgot for a minute!

Walking past General Mood and Fylec, Jokesum then approaches the front of the group and bends one knee towards the Dragon and begins to speak it's language.

Jokesum: Oh ground Dragon, we ask of you to please move away from where you are.

It huffs at Jokesum, causing a sudden gust to blow through the party.

Brown Dragon: A Tiefling asking me, Mighty Gigatron, to move! How dare you, spawn of the Dark Lord!

Berd relinquishes his bow and notched arrow then looks at Fylec and General Mood who have turned and look at each other. Jokesum smirks at the Mighty Gigatron.

Jokesum: Oh Mighty Gigatron, it is I Jokesum!

Bringing it's ten foot wide and long face down into the light of the torches, Gigatron looks at Jokesum with skepticism then begins chuckling a low bellied laugh.

Mighty Gigatron: Oh my goodness! You have been revived and are here, congratulations friend Jokesum! Your party, I presume, are the three that were aboard Pioneer Two waiting for you to regain consciousness?

Berd steps forward, realizing that the dragon is no more of a threat.

Berd: Gigatron! You're a legend! How did you get here, is everyone okay aboard Pioneer Two?

Taking his mighty head back slightly, Gigatron raises an eyebrow at Berd.

Mighty Gigatron: Ah, you must have been his Android friend. Well, Heathcliff consumed all of Ragol. It was then abandoned by Pioneer Two as a new Earth. The Principle made the decision to take the ship further into space and that is when it was engulfed in...what I can only describe as a portal.

Fylec steps forward.

Fylec: So, every being aboard Pioneer Two will be here?

Mighty Gigatron: In some form or other, yes young...Oh! Fylec Nodwu, welcome to...wait! Who is that muscular chap behind you all?

General Mood smirks then bows towards Gigatron as he walks forward.

General: Nice to meet you again, Mighty Gigatron! I see that you are as mighty as your prowess was perceived upon Pioneer Two!

Mighty Gigatron: Oh ho ho, dear boy! There are many of us Dragons, here. For instance, did you ever meet Alpha, Omega and Beta?

Jokesum: We sure did! Though, does that mean that if I had reached level two hundred I would have been one of you?

Gigatron lifts his mighty head skyward as he spouts out embers and laughs.

Mighty Gigatron: Oh, Jokesum! You, as you all had...I assume, taken a different route towards here, your level would not have mattered.

Berd: So, we really need to get by you. Is there any chance, Mighty Gigatron, that you could...you know, budge?

Mighty Gigatron: Oh, how rude of me! Yes, by all means! Let me...just...lift up!

His entire body shifts as the ground around the Hunter's Guild becomes unstable. Mighty Gigatron then shakes his body as loose ground falls off of him and he spread his fifty foot wings outwards.

Fylec: Wow! So, before we go, do you know if Doctor Jean Montague is unhinged as we have heard?

Mighty Gigatron: His mind could not accept this plane of reality, unhinged is a viable word for it.General: Oh, no! Well, I'm sure once he sees Fylec that he won't be in too much denial.

Jokesum scratches his neck.

Jokesum: Well, wouldn't seeing Fylec drive him further into denial of this reality?

Berd: Ah, you've got a point there Jokes! Well, on wards to his...hut? Shack? What's he living in nowadays?

Mighty Gigatron: I will leave you to your adventuring and most likely see you soon. Farewell fellow Hunter's Guild members!

Launching up into the air and out of the light, the shadow of Mighty Gigatron flies miles away from the group within seconds.

Fylec: We should probably kill the torches, wouldn't want unwanted attention!

Dousing the torches with his finger and thumb, General Mood does as instructed.

General: Done. Guess we're on our own for now!

Jokesum: Well, aside from the shadows in the bushes that I noticed a while a go!