Well, I might as well try and spark some interest in my next fic by posting a short peek, Enjoy!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------
The ponderous form of Touyou continues trekking through the endless sands of the Paradigm Desert as Tim trudges along ahead of him, checking every crevice, hole and arch he can find as he effortlessly searches for his prize. He reaches the area where the sand finally begins to give way to ocean and wreckage, even managing to find the tattered remnants of a white bandage seemingly floating on its prison of steel piping, forever caught in the endless wind. Tim hastily runs to the bandage and begins digging away at the sand underneath the pipe. Lo and behold, he finds more.
Countless voices echo in the dark void, a shadowed figure drifting between light and darkness constantly listening to their cries;
"What are you?"
"Who are you?"
"Where did you come from?"
"How did you get here?"
"Why are you here?"
"What do you want?"
"When do you come from"; but one voice towers above all the others, it's resonating sound making them cower in fear,
"What are you searching for?"
"Truth", the figure answers at last, his gritted voice a drop in the ocean of the void, his obscured eyes falling into their own distinct darkness, and his form ablaze with nothing.
* * * * *
Roger returns home late, R. Dorothy prompt to tell him so. Tim lounges on the couch, eagerly awaiting Roger's return to give him his news.
"Glad to see you found something to amuse yourself" regards Roger, as he enters the spacious living room for the first time since earlier this morning,
"You could say that" replies Tim as he stands up, amending a few creases in his uniform.
"May I ask what?"
"Well, I've noticed things are getting a bit slow around here"
"Thank you King of the Obvious"
"Well, I've decided how to fix it"
"And how might that be?"
"By bringing me back..." A shock tingles Roger's spine as the voice resounds through the door, and a bandaged man enters from behind Tim.
"Schwarzwald? But.. how?"
"I don't quite understand the reasoning, Negotiator, but it is to my understanding that this man, this 'Tim', has the answers I am searching for, and he has given me a second chance, that I might acquire them"
"What do you.."
"He means Tim has decided on a.." Scott appears from the shadows, the room becoming quite tense as Jack interrupts him,
"Tournament"
"A Tournament?" inquires Roger,
"Yeh, a Tournament. Think about it: what could be more fun than a championship between 10 Megadeuses and their Pilots?"
"10 Megadeuses? But there's only 5 Pilots in this room, who are the other 5?" Tim simply replies with a trademark smirk, he raises his arm to the ceiling as a blinding ball of yellow-white energy shoots up, criss-crossing the entire room with its path as it whizzes through existence itself. The room is transformed into a giant computer conduit, and all falls silent as the energy finally subsides into darkness.