Monday, February 7th, 2005.

Geneva.

A cold morning. My fellow scientists have been working on this project since past 7 years. I hope we succeed today. My name is Raj Sircar, I am a physicist at the Large Hadron Collider in Geneva and today we are creating a… blackhole. Our project, Operation M, is to achieve interstellar travel without going to space in a space vehicle. By creating a blackhole we can use it as a portal to other universes and get vital information about our multiverse, our cosmos.

“We will be triumphant today. Our mission, will be accomplished,” said Roma, my colleague and friend. “Yes, I hope so.”

“Commencing operation in T-minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4…”

Just 3 more seconds and we will be witnessing the birth of the greatest mystery of space.

“3”

“2”

“1”

“BEGIN”

The reactors on both ends of the station are activated. Reactor Left is passing positive energy while Reactor Right is passing negative energy. A collision of energies in the center, dark energy. “The process has begun,” the statistical engineer announced. A particle appeared in front of our eyes. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Roma asked me. “Unimaginably beautiful,” I replied. A slightly blue-black colored particle, the tiniest black hole. In mere seconds, it began to grow rapidly.

“WARNING! SYSTEM OVERIDE!”

Chaos ensues in the station, scientists running here and there to say themselves.

“SHUT DOWN THE MACHINE!” Roma yelled. But they couldn’t do anything, they tried to shut off the system again and again, but failed. But I don’t know why, I am standing still, mesmerized by the sight of it. Suddenly, the black hole grew so big and strong, I got sucked into it.

“RAJ!!”. Its Roma’s voice, the last thing I heard before falling into the deep space of emptiness. Its all turning black. I… don’t… understand… what’s… happening.

Colors. All vibrant, diverse. I see colors now, shapes, beyond imagination.

“Where am I?”

“YOU. ARE. HERE.”

“Where?”

“The .”

“Wha –”

All BLACK. Nothing, I can see.

“Wake up my friend,” a voice. I open my eyes and see a man sitting by my side. I am still a bit numb; I cannot understand much about my surroundings. “Is he alright?”, another voice. “I think he’s not used to with travelling like this.”

I get up and sit. The man sitting by my side is… “WHAT THE HELL! THIS CAN’T BE!”

He is Lal Bahadur Shastri, the 2nd Prime Minister of India.

“How the hell are you alive?”

“Calm down son, there is a lot to know. Just sit.”

“I am so confused!”

He hands me a glass of water. While I am drinking, he explains everything to me:

“You are right I should be dead. I am Lal Bahadur Shastri, but not from this universe or yours. I am from Universe 66, and the one we are in right now is Universe 7, the Point Zero of War. The war I am talking about is a multi-universal war started by F.U.B.A.R., an organization that wants dominance over Heart of God. I have been a part of this for…, I don’t remember how many years have passed.”

“I understand a little, and who is that?”, I asked pointing towards a man in a red-colored armor. He looks exactly like a samurai. “Oda Nobunaga,” the samurai said.

“That’s his name, Nobunaga Oda. A friend of mine. He’s been with me for some years and we have been fighting together against F.U.B.A.R. He’s from Universe 34.”

The great Nobunaga Oda is a part of this, with India’s 2nd Prime Minister fighting against a super powerful space organization. This is all weird. Like a pipe dream.

WAAAHHH! WAAAHHH!

A siren sounds, very loud. Shastri and Oda stood up. “They are here. We will get back to you soon,” Shastri said while packing his equipment and weapons.

“Where are you going?”

“Sensō ni!” Oda said out loud.

“What?”

“He means ‘To war’, F.U.B.A.R. soldiers are here. And we have to fight.”

Both of them went outside, locking the doors. There is a periscope in the room, and I use it to watch the whole battle.

The F.U.B.A.R. soldiers are in black armors equipped with advanced guns, bows and swords. The soldiers with Shastri and Oda are in dust-colored armors, but do not have much advanced weaponry. Shastri, using his guns (MSMC, Beretta Px4 Storm and FN SCAR H) is killing all the soldiers. While Nobunaga is disintegrating all the enemies to dust with his sword, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi. “With the power of 2700 suns, I will erase you all from your mere existence,” Oda shouts. He strikes a big fury of flames, clearing hundreds of soldiers in front of him. Both of them, fighting alongside their fellow soldiers against the evil organization’s fighters, a chauvinistic sight.

“'ana 'uetik qalbi, wakula ma bidakhilih, 'adaeuh kuluh, min 'ajlik ya malaki.

(I´m giving you my heart, and all that is within it, I lay it all down, for the sake of You, my King.)”

Coptic chants are heard. The chants are getting louder every second. “What is happening?” my thought.

“ja' alrabu lilmutalabat bimaerakatih.

(The lord has come to claim his battle.)”

A 10 feet tall figure, with a staff in his hand, comes down from the sky and lands on the ground in front of Shastri and Oda.

“No,” Shastri said in a shocking tone. “aismi 'anubis. And I will rob you, of everything!” the Egyptian god of death, Anubis claimed. He is a part of F.U.B.A.R.! “That’s the Staff of Fasad Shastri, I can sense it. It has the ability to counter any attack in existence,” Oda said.

“Oh, so you do have knowledge about my weapon. Impressive. But beyond this, I still have some more trickery, up my sleeves.”

“So, the War General of F.U.B.A.R. has finally shown his face,” Shastri said.

“This long, tiresome battle has gone for too long. I have come here to end your suffering.”

“You won’t get past us. This ends here, and now,” Oda said. Shastri and Oda get ready to engage in battle against the god.

“Ha, your claims are nothing but mere imagination. So, shall we?” Anubis says with a smirk on his face.

Anubis and Oda run towards each other while Shastri gets his guns ready and begins to fire. Oda’s blade and Anubis’s staff clashes.

The battle begins.

Shastri firing bullets upon bullets on Anubis, who casually renders them useless by conjuring spells from his hands saying, “Nihaya”. Oda ignites his sword and continuously strikes Anubis, but he deflects every single one of them with his staff. Anubis sends him flying with a single strike.

Oda stood up and puts his sword in the sheath.

“Katachi 1: Shi o motarasu sutoraiki. (Deadly Strike)”

Oda shouts while unsheathing the blade, and touches it on the ground.

BRROOOMMM!!

The ground on which Anubis was standing disappears in a jiffy. The fifteen-million-degree temperature of the blade erased the ground, leaving nothing but a hollow space. The god falls in the destroyed ground, engulfed in darkness. Oda and Shastri turned around, relaxed. “Is he dead?” Shastri asked. “I believe, he is,” Oda replied. The battle has ended.

“Albashar la yumkinuhum qatli, lays ladayk waqt.

(Mortals can't kill me, you have no time.)”

Anubis jumps out of the ground and strikes his staff in the air. “Bring Fasad to this world!” he yells.

The sky turns purple, filled with lightning strikes. The land starts shaking, tremors all over the place. Everything is now under Fasad.

“We must stop him, if he corrupts everything here, it would destroy this universe too,” Shastri orders Oda. “The staff is unbreakable; nothing can stop it. We have to cut his hands off,” Oda replied.

“He’s a god, how do you plan to do that, huh?”

“There is a way. I must do it. Katachi 12.”

“No, there must be another way.”

“There isn’t –”

The ground is splitting in pieces, pieces being lift up to the sky. Anubis chanting his spells continuously. Shastri is in a dilemma, but for the sake of victory he has to take a decision. “Do it,” Shastri said half-heartedly. Oda nods in agreement.

Oda sheaths his blade again and yells.

“Katachi 12: Ike ni e no hi. (Sacrificial Fire)”

SLASH!

Anubis’s both hands get cut, still attached to the staff. Both him and his weapon fall from the sky. Everything returns back to normal. But Oda sacrificed his left arm. The Katachi 12, is an attack that requires the sword bearer to sacrifice a part of his body, just as Oda sacrificed his eyes before in another battle. He falls down unconsciously on the ground. Shastri sits besides him.

“NO! I won’t lose to you mongrels! ALQUNBULA!!” Anubis yells.

A missile is launched from F.U.B.A.R.’s base. A nuclear bomb, Anubis’s last resort to win the battle. The missile is coming closer and closer and closer. It's 30 meters away from the ground. They can’t do anything. Anubis is already celebrating his victory, laughing and shouting, “MY VICTORY, YOUR DEFEAT. HAHAHAHA!” It's 5 meters away from the ground.

“INC!” Shastri shouts.

10 seconds have passed.

There is no explosion, no missile and no victory for the god. “What? What happened?” Anubis questions. “You have lost, death god,” Shastri claims.

“I used my ability, INC to stop time and deactivate the bomb. I can use it only once per day so, great use right here. Admit your defeat, Anubis.”

“This can’t be! His majesty will not stop, his havoc will be dealt on you!”

“Who? Are you referring to King Dunkelheit? He’s a coward.”

“YOU FILTHY SC –”

Anubis is suddenly teleported, alongside his staff. All the F.U.B.A.R. soldiers also get teleported. Calm, peace remains now.

The battle may have ended, but the enemy still remains, F.U.B.A.R. will strike again, but the heroes will rebel against it till their last breath.

To Be Continued…

The Colosseum, Universe 40

Lightning bolts and clanking sounds all over the place. Grunting and heavy breathing.

“You c-can… not win this, will… not win… Thor!” says a man on the ground, blood around him, with Thor’s foot on his neck.

“Ha-ha. I already won. By killing Tom, son of Cruise here. Just get this one thing straight into this head of yours that I am going to smash, I NEVER LOSE,” Thor said in a proudful and superior tone.

He smashes the man’s skull with Mjolnir, blood splashes on his face.

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