"Fee-fi-fo-fum. What beanstalk you fall from?"

The small boy standing in front of Sevilin crossed his arms and glared up at the titanic man. The hilariously miniature human wore a black winter coat with grey slacks, black dress shoes, and a dark tanned sweater.

His hands were covered by green mittens, and his head was dominated by a strange hat with ears that drooped down like a basset hound's ears. His bushy black eyebrows sat right beneath the six locks of jet-black hair that stuck out from under his hat uniformly with three pointing to left and three right.

Sevilin was regarded by the featureless brown eyes hostilely, and the boy simply gazed at Jacobs with unhindered, pointless hatred.

Sevilin rose a hand to his head and gripped his hair. "Uh…"

The boy whipped his hands in front of him and shook his head viciously, a blurry contrail moving with his bulbous, over-sized head. "Listen, Godzilla, we clearly are both human, so just tell me where you're from and we'll go from there."

Sevilin nodded at the analytical look of the disproportionate human and answered. "Alright, I'm from Sector Thirty-three of the Belt Colony, where are you from?"

"What in the hell are you blabbering on about, Buzz Lightyear? What country are you from? Sweden, Brazil, America, what?"

Sevilin looked flabbergasted and narrowed his eyes whilst biting down on his lip. Speaking cautiously, Sevilin responded to the child. "I've never heard of any of those countries… What planet do you hail from?"

The midget held its face in one gloved hand and groaned. "You. Are. An. Idiot. I'm from Earth, now just where in Sam Hell are you from?"

"Earth," mumbled Sevilin slowly.

The small boy threw his hands in the air and a red symbol representing veins appeared on his head. "Well, that's just fan-tucking-fastic! Alternate universes, just what I needed today! What's next on the menu, chef? Ponies and adventure, you say? I'LL TAKE FUCKING TWO!"

Now in a state of curiosity, the Roman knelt down to speak directly to the boy. "You know about Equestria?"

"Yes, and all its peace-loving neo-hippies known as ponies. I'm just going to assume right off the bat that you too are acquainted with the princesses and the Elements, so I'll just cut to the meat of this sandwich and sum everything up."

He swallowed a huge amount of air, his chest swelling impossibly.

"We're both in a dreamscape and somehow connected due to the fact that we are linked through some kind of dramatic convenience. The reason for this is that we both are created by some kind of extraordinarily powerful being that just decided his playthings should meet each other. The only reason for it to do this is because this entity is severely lacking in the brain cell department and must be euthanized with a baseball bat." He finished and let out the remaining air inside his small lungs.

Sevilin scratched his head confusedly. "What's baseball?"

"Not important, but right now we need to-"

Sevilin heard a gasp and both humans turned their attention to find not one, but two Princesses. Both Princess Luna. The small human visibly deflated into an annoyed deadpan.

"Great, two third-rate rulers to bug us incessantly. What's next? An army of teletubbies come to start the day?"

As if on cue, the admittedly strange group was surrounded by rolling green hills and beautiful, vibrant flowers. A bright yellow sun shone in the sky with…

Sevilin took a shaky step back and threw one arm up as if to protect himself. "What the hell is that?!"

The sun wasn't a star at all, but the face of an infant trapped inside a globe of light. The face laughed gleefully and made some gurgling noises, and a loud rumbling echoed amongst the hills.

Beings with strange antennae on their heads, with bodies of all different colors, formed about the group. The chromatic freaks all extended their arms and giggled collectively, a seemingly innocent gesture resembling a hug.

Sevilin noticed the boy's face was one of anger and disgust. Both Lunas were struggling to keep watch on the multitude of freakish beings.

Then, as one, they all raised their right arms to the sun whilst lowering their left straight to their sides. With a bellow that made the ground shake, they shouted.

"Heil Hitler!"

The sun in the sky warped and shifted, revealing itself to be a far older and not-jolly-looking man with a small mustache and a horrible haircut.

The Luna that stood next to the boy looked up into the sky and moved her mouth to mime a fitting expletive, and the Luna standing at Sevilin's side lit her horn offensively.

Sevilin knelt down and strained his own mind in an attempt to trigger some sort of dream change. If what the boy had said was correct, then this was his dream and so Sevilin might be able to bring the group into his own dream. It was all very confusing.

"Nazitubbies, those bastards! Kill them, kill them all!"

Sevilin heard sounds of swinging blades and gushing blood, as well as screams of horror and rage. Magic was used against the so-called Nazitubbies, and bits of the creatures cam raining down around Sevilin.

The tall man heard a light thud next to him, and heard the boy mention, "My name's Mono, by the by." He then heard Mono leap away to slaughter more of the horrid beings.

An ear-shattering scream of enraged lunacy pierced Sevilin's concentration for a brief moment, and even more sounds of flesh tearing were heard.

"Victory through CARNIVOROUS DIET!" Mono shouted across the vast, unending plains. Sevilin continued to feel for some kind of tear in this dream, an exploit that would allow his own mind to take control.

More sounds of wet flesh-ripping and bellowing later, and Mono rose from a slain pile of the so-called 'Nazitubbies'. In one hand was the massive sword, in the other, a sausage. Taking a large bite out of the smoked meat, he roared.

"DEMACIA!"

One of the Princesses stared at Mono in a confused panic. "What in the sweet name of all things sane are you talking about?!"

Instead of properly replying, the little human began laughing hysterically, his mittened hands on his hips.

Feeling a slip in the dream, Sevilin forced his own consciousness into power and let his memories flow freely. Hopefully Luna wouldn't find anything too substantial…

Sevilin recognized the scene immediately. The Commanding Platform of the ship Andromeda. They were surrounded by beams of blue light that shone like the very energy used in their weapons.

"Conquistador Sevilin Jacobs on deck! Atten-hut!"

"I have always found that little chant silly," Sevilin thought to himself briefly as he was simply pulled through the dream. Which memory this was he couldn't place just yet, as he had been on the bridge of Andromeda too many times to count in his relatively-short lifespan.

The Princesses and Mono examined his armor with awe. It was truly a beauty to behold. The dreaded, feared, respected and honored Conquistador Imperium. Top of the line, heavy as sin and raring to go at all times, the Imperium was quite possibly the most formidable suit in existence.

Weighing at a whopping twenty tons and manufactured from Osmiridium, Plentium Silver, Ricteng dust and a layer of comfortable CloudLyte Motion Layer, Imperium was built to stop anything and everything.  

Gravitational systems allowed Sevilin to alleviate the weight that the suit exerted on the surfaces he walked upon, and the atmospheric and pressure transfer capabilities allowed for maximum flight capabilities in virtually any environment. Sevilin could burst from the deepest sea trench and continue into the stratosphere and even further into space without worrying about depressurization or implosion.

The rest of the soldiers around Sevilin, outfitted in their Legate armor, placed their fists across their chests in a salute.

"You're just compensating for something, aren't you?" Sevilin found Mono in a suit of his own. The black screen that replaced his usual annoyed visage used emerald, digitized representations of his mouth and eyes.

His strange floppy-eared hat was now metallic and fit him like a helm, while his coat was made of many overlapping plates of thin sheet metal. Six sharp black blades pointed from underneath the helm, exactly where his six locks of hair were moments ago.

The Princesses also had adopted their own matching sets of armor. They were jet-black in appearance with golden inlays of olive vines. On their shoulders and flanks were scarlet plates that resembled sashes. The two began examining one another's armor excitedly.

Sevilin turned back to the Commander hastily. "Commander, what is the situation?"

The Bridge Commander stepped forward to meet Sevilin. "The Siftraw are pushing the Rubicon Gate and are currently breaking through using their weapons. Orders?"

Sevilin gazed into the vast void of space, watching the flashing chromatic explosions dotting the blue Rubicon Gate surrounding them. He knew the field wouldn't hold for long against that much resistance.

"Engage."

"Yes sir!"

A thundering alarm blasted through the complex with ear-shattering force, alerting the troopers to their posts. "ALL UNITS TO DEPLOYMENT BAY IMMEDIATELY. ENEMY ENGAGEMENT IN TWENTY SECONDS."

Sevilin grabbed Mono by a limb, and took off down one hallway. In a nauseating blur, everyone found themselves facing two hulking blast doors.

Mono grumbled and crossed his arms, then took a look at the doors. His small glowing green eyes shrunk.

"LOCK RELEASE IN THREE."

Sevilin suit whirred up. "Checking neural connections. One hundred percent efficiency."

"TWO."

"Checking materialization banks and responsiveness. One hundred percent efficiency."

"ONE."

"Ready for deployment, sir," the suit hummed.

The two slabs of armored hull pulled apart rapidly, sucking the Romans into the vacuum of space just as the Rubicon Gate shattered, sending the Siftrawn soldiers hurtling toward them.

In a flash, the Conquistador spun and dodged a crustacean-like Siftrawn Blitz Trooper. The four thrusters built into his back fired and sent him on a collision course with the next Blitz Trooper.

Sevilin's fist fired straight through the enemy's chest, the flesh of his enemy pulled through the large hole in the thorax.

Without blinking inside his helm, Sevilin zoomed past the dead foe and crushed another's head with a swing of his actuated forearm. With three enemies inbound, Sevilin extended his left arm and initiated the materialization process of his signature weapon.

With frightening speed, a spear with a bladed head three feet long came into being, and he spun the rest of the eleven-foot pole to his right hand.

In a single flourish, all three Siftrawn troopers were cleaved in two.

Jacobs stared ahead at the ship. He knew what this dream was. "I can't stop this…" No panic came, only a grim acceptance as he gripped his pole arm and dove through another wave of enemies.

He quickly burst through the other side and began making rapid, advanced maneuvers. The auxiliary cannons on the Siftrawn Starship, translated as Repeller, began firing at the lone Roman.

Sevilin felt the metalloid pieces in his back adjusting, bringing to action the four Zeus rocket pods. The blue light grew as they charged, spinning about with the chaotic lightning still crackling around inside.

"Target locked.Fire?"

Sevilin furrowed his eyebrows.

"…affirmative."

The blessed silence of deep space comforted him while the super-charged Zeus rocket pods tore through the enemy armor like tinfoil. The huge auxiliary guns lost power after a direct hit to their power core.

What the Zeus lacked in maximum blast radius it more than made up for in accuracy and lethality. Four were just the epitome of overkill. Sevilin flew inside the wreck, blasting through dozens of Siftrawn troopers like a Sunday stroll.

In seconds, he was at the Dark Star Emission Regulator. An actual compromise of a dark star was suicide, but to have its energy fire back into itself would merely cause a plasmatic wave of dark star emission to sweep through the complex.

And it was simple to do.

"Target locked. Fire?"

"Affirmative," Sevilin whispered. "The fastest way out of a nightmare, is to grin and bear the the pain."

His weapons fired, obliterating the casing and internal mechanism of the titanic Regulator. Sevilin made an about-face and flew straight out. By the time he looked back, the entire ship was nothing but a hunk of flaming space junk.

Purple and blue flames danced along the hull, signifying his success. The two planetoids near the ship were lost in the explosion, a side-effect of victory.  

CLONK

Mono held his armored head in dizzying pain. Sevilin vaguely remembered the curious child-like human speeding away from the explosion at near light speed, something theoretically and literally impossible for any suit in the Roman Legion.

"He should be dead," Sevilin mused to himself. Luckily, however, this was a dream, as denoted by Luna. The both of her.

"Rank Thirteen Conquistador Sevilin Jacobs, stationed on the Emancipator. You are hereby awarded the Medal of Imperial Honor and Excellence. Your title has been updated as well."

The man giving the oration gave Sevilin a nod of respect with his red helm. He wore a suit of stark white and carried with him a massive spear of polished Giga-Chromite.

"For years, we have battled the Siftrawn forces. Our armies and fleets clashed many times, often with negative outcomes for us. But, we are the Roman Galactic Legion, and we know no bounds! No limits! And no way other than the Earth way! Three weeks ago you, Sevilin Jacobs, destroyed the Siftrawn Capital Starship Hurjion." The man paused and breathed deeply.

"And, earlier today, you aided in the absolute destruction of the Siftraw home world. You alone showed the bravery and steel to annihilate our enemies. You did so without hesitation or fear, without worry or remorse. You became what every Roman seeks to be: a fearless warrior."

The spear was handed to Sevilin, who accepted it gracefully.

"And so we honor you, Sevilin Jacobs, for the destruction of the Siftraw home world! Your new title is now: Sevilin Jacobs, Spear of the Emperor." The horns gave a mighty blare, and Sevilin thrust the hefty spear into the angelic light above him.

The crowd gave a grand howl and began to congratulate and cheer for their fellow Roman. Just as Sevilin turned to the two Princesses and Mono, the scene evaporated to a simple bedroom.

Mono appeared stunned for a moment, reaching out to the walls of the room. "I'm… home?" He ran his fingers, now without gloves, along the yellow walls. He was now taller, and lacking his hat and coat.

Sevilin could easily tell his age by now. He was about eighteen years old, and his eyes now held a far more detailed visage than before. Mono spent his time simply pacing about his room, staring at everything piled around him.

A small television against the wall, as well as a heap of laundry near his closet. A common teenager's room, nothing special. The boy grabbed the mass of dirty clothes and gently placed them in a tall basket.

Mono stepped out of the room and knelt down, running his hands along the floor and breathing deeply. A sudden rattle of utensils coming from a stairwell to his right caused the young man to bolt after the sound.

Luna called after him. "Mono? What is this place? Mono!" However, it was futile, as he was already around the corner. The lot of them hurried down the stairway to see Mono gazing at the dining area whimsically.

Sevilin and the Princesses inspected several of the pictures that hung from nails in the wall. Mono, with an older man and woman, smiling down at a laughing toddler. Another picture, with a little girl on Mono's shoulders, a huge smile crossing both their features.

Sevilin knew these were pictures of family, it was painfully obvious. "But why would he dream of his own home?" Sevilin asked. One of the Night Princesses paused.

"Where is Mono?"

They heard sobbing, and soon a spine-chilling scream sent a crack through the altered reality. "WHY?!"

The three burst into a full-on sprint in a futile effort to reach the kitchen, where the demands of unknown beings screeched at Mono. "You left us! You RAN!" The strained sprinting of the three interlopers failed to aid in their rescue attempt.

"COWARD! You fled from your home! From your FAMILY!"

The sobbing intensified, and one of the Lunas began to beat her wings desperately.

"WHY DID YOU RUN? WHY? WHY WON'T YOU COME BACK? ANSWER US!!!" the voices screamed. Luna roared and broke through the force keeping her at bay, leaving the other two behind.

With a flash of her horn, the world around Sevilin and Luna imploded and swirled out of control, leaving the two of them alone in darkness. A broken echo of painful weeping slipped through their minds, and soon their connection was severed, leaving the two of them to awaken... Next Chapter: Chapter 12- Distrust Estimated time remaining: 55 Minutes