The Attack

"The attack" would be recorded and spoken of on full moons for many, many years. It would change the outcome of the conflict between good and evil. Because now, the three robots (Metal Frost, Mecha Snowyclaw and Mecha Edmund) were plotting a plan to destroy Jamaa and enslave the world to take over other dimensions (such as Blankworld and Hyrestia, which will be covered later)... A plan that would change things forever...
AMY JIAO PRESS PRESENTS: THE ATTACK.


 Unlike most days, Frost was grumpy. Very grumpy. In fact, grumpier than a man gorilla in a pink, ten sizes too small- kind of tutu.
Ledra and Drakus had returned, but shaken up mentally from their surprising pasts. She wanted vengeance for such harm befalling her friends. Frost wanted pure revenge on this cruel, cruel world. Nobody, not even Mecha Snowyclaw, Mother, Apophis or even Zios could stop her.
Nobody.
Frost shook that out of her head as she bent the weights desperately, trying to lift them up.
She was pure! Frost couldn't let her feelings control her, especially at such a critical time to prepare for evil's rising! Besides, she had too many friends counting on her. One little slip, and they all would die.
But that was the problem. She had too much pressure on her shoulders, and so much it was raising her emotions to a feverish pitch. At that rate, Frost would crack any day now. She thought of Mecha Snowyclaw and how she failed her friend. She had failed when she needed to win. Frost didn't care anymore. She just wanted to embrace death, to no longer feel pain.
 But then, as a spirit, she would painfully watch her friends die without her help, squished one by one! Without her guidance, the Jamaasian Heroes would have fallen apart a long time ago.
However, Snowy and Mia had also been critical glue. After all, romance and rivalry was already threatening to break apart the heroes of prophecy (although Frost had to admit, killing the innocent oracle Kindear for one prophecy that didn't even come to be was really cruel) and destroy Jamaa's ancient roots themselves. Somehow, Frost realized, the souls of the Jamaasian Heroes were linked to Jamaa's well-being. Already, Jamaa was being corrupted because of Snowy's impurity. It was already affecting Savior, which was affecting Jamaa even more.
"I-WILL-NOT-GIVE-IN-TO-LIFE!!" she cried, pushing the weights with all her might. The weights were lifted high above her head for one millisecond.
Sir Gilbert clapped slowly, his face smug with amusement. After all, he had been rejected by his own allies, so he wanted to be happy and proud about something.
"Great job, Frost. I guess those spindly arms of yours could do SOMETHING useful. After all, magic doesn't aid well when your opponent has the upper hand. Close combat got me out of plenty of scrapes." Sir Gilbert said, his voice intimidating and soothing at the same time.
"You have a magical ring you rely on," Frost pointed out.
Sir Gilbert grumbled.
Before she could sweat even more, Frost bolted out the door for the nearest shower.
The last thing she heard from Sir Gilbert was:
"That was only 50 pounds, you know. You need more cardio training. Hmm, maybe I should benchpress you... Oh, wait, you do that every day with villains. Sorry."

Frost was frolicking in the stream just around her mother's shrine when she saw a flash of metal that wasn't a security camera, a droid, or anything like that. It certainly wasn't the sort of flash Jamaasian armor just had. The sparkle was metallic, and also gave her the chills.
"Hmm, that's fishy. And fishy things I investigate, especially since I like fish!" Frost said, quickly shaking her fur and leaping from rock to rock pursing the flash.
Frost would only realize later that that was a bad joke, as later she would be tortured, bloodied, used, taunted, insulted, beat down, and over-all distracted and miserable.
If she had not pursed the flash, Jamaa would be obsolete.
Frost would have not skimped death, and certainly not saved Jamaa.
But was the torture worth the sacrifice, as she had achieved her goal.
Was it worth it...or not?
We will find out....

Frost was panting by the time she could identify the flash. It was Mecha Snowyclaw, flapping her metal wings and using her rockets to attain a high speed that was AT LEAST Mach 5.
Frost had to use Purity Control and fast vision to track Snowy, but managed to use the emerald within her to attain a similar speed.
Suddenly, Snowy turned around just as they were around the Forgotten Valley area, and saw her purser.
Frost came to a screeching halt, her emotions suddenly amplified as it sunk in that Snowy was now a bad ass villainess, not the hero she was accustomed to seeing. Same ol' pretty and peaceful face, only now hardened and dark.
"You do NOT realize Jamaa will be fused with Vramaa. Metal and nature will contrast, but with our superior technology we will prevail. We will use the energies within this vile land to power our machines and take over both Blankworld, Hyrestia, and every single dimension. You do not realize that your petty little world is condemened the moment I entered. I will let you fight me, but it will be in vain." Frost liked Snowy's new voice chip that streamlined her language (well, she guessed it was a new one since it was much faster processing her thoughts and since her voice was more normal), but before she could begin to comprehend what MS was saying, she was smacked in the face with a metal wing.
"Your move. I want to defeat you slowly and with some RPG elements to it." Snowy snarled, her eyes trained on one target-- Frost.
"Snowy! Wow! You have changed a lot since I last saw you! I didn't know you liked RPGS! I thought you just liked MLP and Dr. Who!"
Snowyclaw growled, and shot a warning laser that narrowly missed Frost's fur.
"Get to the action already! You are being mind-blowing boring!" Snowy snapped.
Frost decided to charge up her next attack, as she had played enough Pokemon and Final Fantasy games to understand the odds and strategy, whereas Snowy didn't.
Snowy struck her again, this time with her sharp blades. Frost managed to parry with her tail armor, and the blades broke. However, somehow Snowy had a back-up program that restored them to sharpness.
Suddenly, Frost charged up, and struck Snowy with a sharp, powerful blast of raw energy.
"You... hit me." Snowy stammered, and for a moment her mecha form flickered. For a moment there Frost thought she saw Snowy winking at her, telling her she was fighting back.
Then, the metal shell covered her again, and they reverted back to fighting.
Little did they know their fight was insignificant compared to what Metal Frost was cooking up.

Metal Frost was slowly and gloriously placing the last piece of the Fuser Laser together.
She sneered.
"You cannot defeat me NOW, faker! I will annihilate you and your precious, fragile group! Hmm, maybe I will take the time to torture those pretty crystals you have there and enjoy myself! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Suddenly, though, Mecha Edmund came up to MF.
"Ex-cuse me, Mas-ter, the oiling attendant is getting impatient. Y-ou should go get oi-led." the giraffe said.
Metal Frost turned, her face as fierce as Frost's on a bad day.
" What did I say earlier? Go to the weaponization table? Do that or become scrap metal! And change that retarded voice chip of yours!" MF cried.
"For the love of Aios, I might even disable you for a day or two! Get that hunk of metal you are over to that platform!" Mecha Edmund looked hurt by her harsh words, as he would have done in organic forme.
MF sighed, and placed the final piece.
They were in the Sky Temple, where the elden dragon Rayquanzis once roamed (essentially the same as Rayquanza from Pokemon Emerald, but without Kyogre and Groudon bothering it), but now had a space-time rift inside the ancient shrine where the Dark Age would start.
The age of glory, where the creatures of dark roamed the dimensions freely and MF was queen.
She could almost smell victory, if MF had a nose.
It was all in place, and utterly brilliant.
The Alphas were disrupted by Edmund's switch of sides, and the Jamaasian Heroes affected greatly by the absence of Snowy, their idol, and as of right now they were clueless to what was happening. To make sure her faker didn't stop her, Metal Frost had arranged for MS to spar with Frost, herby distracting her. Every single god, even the usually bored Moko, Zios and Cithara was preoccupied trying to rid their respective realms of the androids Metal Frost had sent out to conquer more worlds.At this point, her power was already rivaling the creator of the world, Zios, power-wise.
Suddenly, an essential connection wire popped out of the cannon, breaking the entire machine.
"Stupid cannon! I was about to gloat when it just breaks! BREAKS! Ugh, I need to go get a mechanic to fix this." Metal Frost grumbled.
She walked away, unaware of a troublesome little panda crawling in, covered with Vramaasian stealth technology.


After quite a lot of Pokemon-style fighting, both Frost and Mecha Snowyclaw were exhausted.
Suddenly, Mecha Snowyclaw jerked.
"Orders received. Returning to Vramaa." she beeped.
A portal opened before Frost's very eyes, and before Frost could block it, MS and the portal had vanished.
Frost curled up in a ball underneath a rock, licking her wounds. Her healing tail armor was helping, but some of her scrapes and cuts were too deep to be healed at once.
"Oh, Snowy, I failed you! I should've disabled you before you could return to Vramaa and evade de-roboticization once more!" she groaned.
Suddenly, LaSalle knocked Frost out of the sky (obviously, she was flying in the sky using her limited flight), and pinned her.
"Hey! LaSalle, did you accidentally insert your dark disc AGAIN today?" Frost grumbled.
"Nope, Frost. I need to talk to you. Your emotions..." LaSalle trailed off, and teleported her far, far away to the Temple of Mira.
Frost was getting used to her surroundings when LaSalle walloped her again.
"Yak!" Frost cried, choking up some blood.
"Frost, you are not letting your emotions control YOU, non!" LaSalle cried, and slashed her with her blades. (LaSalle was recently weaponized to help counter Mecha Snowyclaw) Frost winced at the rookie Alpha's raw power.
"A true Jamaasian has control! You are threatening the tranquility in Jamaa  by committing these crimes! Consult Mira, now!"
Frost scrabbled up from underneath LaSalle's copper claws, then snarled.
"Fine. I am taking your advice, but next time please use words, not claws. I learned that a long time ago."
Frost bent time and space, and entered the resulting portal.

All of a sudden, she entered the Sky Temple. Frost was shocked, as she didn't expect something like that. Had her powers jinxed? Or had Zios been watching and sent her there?
Frost didn't have much time to think, as all of a sudden Mecha Edmund walked out of nowhere, and started to alter his wiring with a few neck twists. If she hadn't dove behind some cages of captured Vramaasians, she would have been roasted chicken.
Frost glimpsed Oliver stumbling out of the room at the last minute, holding parts of the Fuser Cannon in his pack that apparently were to analyze.
Too bad that she knew enough about MF that by the time Graham could even begin to imagine what would happen, it would be too late.
The weary and innocent eyes of the captured made Frost want to kick some booty, but she had no time to free them right now. Once Edmund left, she would be able to teleport them to Jamaa Township, where they could hopefully form a better life.
"Stupid voice chip." were the only words Edmund spoke as he was near Frost. Frost found that it replicated his personality well, since he usually was a man (actually, giraffe) of few words.
After the giraffe had entered the airship next to the puny temple, Frost quickly teleported the captives and ran over to the gargantuan cannon in the sapphire temple.
Her powers weren't very concentrated, so some of the captives remained in puny bubbles of Keldeo's water jets, smiling as they slowly were teleported to Jamaa Township and watching their rescuer heroically sprint off.

Frost quickly slashed the cannon, chopping the nozzle off and the tubes of Mira Feather energy, and sparks quickly came off of the metal.
"Win for Jamaa. Feral instincts= win over technology. I think that you must attack anything fishy in sight." mumbled Frost, her tone with no rhyme or reason.
"Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha..." a shadow purred behind her.
"Grr!" Frost cried, summoning a blast of raw energy to burn through the shadow. A bit of icefire flickered, but the shadow appeared unhurt.
Silvery goo rose from the shadow, forming a crude shape of Metal Frost.
Frost gritted her teeth.
"Come to savor the sting of defeat, huh?" she snapped.
"No, faker, I have come to destroy you. This is not over." Metal Frost growled, and blasted Frost with a concentrated ray of hatred.
"Ungh!"
Frost groped for something to hold her up, but Metal Frost swiped a stretchy arm at her and knocked her to the bottom of the cannon.
Metal Frost cackled, the maniac she was.
"Oh, faker, you don't realize? How cute and retarded. This cannon must have everything in it destroyed, or it will still function. I designed it just in case a pesky hero comes. Besides, I can copy the powers of anything I come in contact with, as a side-effect of having some of Ledra's power imported into my body. I am the Ultimate Overlord!" Metal Frost snarled.
"You.. are above this. Because you have some replicas of my memories within you, you are sentient. You are above serving Zira and Aios. Please, use that power of free will to break away from darkness and join light. You know deep down in your heart that you were created by Nanyte before he was blown up, but darkness doesn't let you acknowledge that. It will be your downfall. Live and learn, I beg you." Frost whispered.
Metal Frost simply cackled.
"Why, how cute! The little rag doll resists the grip of its attacker. How cute.. AND FOOLISH OF YOU!"
MF slashed Frost upon the neck, leaving a deep gash.
Frost's eyes started to glaze over, but slowly.
MF took the opportunity to gloat.
It was her undoing.
"I do not serve anyone but the wind! I am a rogue, and as a rogue robot I will gain full control of the dimensions beyond! The dimensions I will use to conquer the world!"
Frost managed to blast MF with a beam of light, a beam generated from her desperation.
Metal Frost groaned, but as goo wasn't too damaged.
As Frost's last life force ebbed away, she silently tried to tap into the energies of the Duat, despite the risks in it.
Please, she begged, listen. Just save me. Save the world you are part of. Need more persuasion?
Oddly enough, the Duat listened to her command, and started to rejuvenate her life.
"No!" was all MF could really say, as she was mind-blown, obviously. Such a deep gash, and she had enough mana after all that teleporting and fighting to heal? It was enough to overload any robot's logic receptors.
"And what will you gain from ultimate takeover?" Frost said, facing the goo in the eye.
Suddenly, MF smiled.
"Why, I would use it to purify this world! Rid it of imperfection!"
Only later, she would realize that sounded a lot like Savior's ideals.
"Imperfection is natural in our world!" Frost growled.
"It is unneeded!" MF replied.
Just when Frost was powering up for an attack, MF suddenly whirled and twisted-literally,
MF suddenly reverted to her normal form, grumbling something about needing more power than she actually wanted to use. Frost faltered, and MF used the opportunity to simply blast her with...loose screws? No, little timebombs. Frost managed to dodge, though.
Suddenly, the cannon started to twist, and crumble. Just as it somehow bent, the bombs blew up and wrecked the cobblestone and stained glass.
"No! Precious beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauty!"
Frost took the moment to try to escape by teleportation.

Little did she know that when she told Savior the tale, she would make a grave mistake....

The end... For now...