Give Peace a Chance

Rick doce from the TARDIS to the ground below. Now he was wearing a knitted vest and beige coat, holding a black umbrella with a strange, red handle, so let's assume Rick had an adventure between Chest and now. The Roman countryside was bustling with various Saiyans and Romans, all wearing tie-dye robes and looks of disgust.

Cyril stepped out of his own ship, wearing his green coat, black knitted scarf, and sans top hat which he had abandoned some time ago. "Er... where are all the guards and soldiers?" There was normally a large showing of military might among the Nova Roman cities.

Rick inhaled deeply, grinning, "Isn't it good?" He spun around, arms outstretched, "It's all about love now, baby!"

"You know, until an invading army attacks or the militaristic Romans themselves rise against you." Cyril remarked, noting the not-happy looks on not-happy faces. "Forcing ideals on people is never a good idea, my friend."

Rick looked around. "What?" He blinked at theit faces, "Oh. I get it." Ryuzaki pulled bag after bag of hyper-salvia out of pockets and into the gathering crowd.

Everyone cheered. And the revolt was quelled. With psychoactive drugs from space.

"Alright. Follow me." Rick took care to walk far from the secret military base that held an awful lot of rather dark projects Rick cpmmisioned in the name of peace; in actuallity, the robes and peace and scowls were all an act; Rick would allow them to feed their warlust if they all acted like hippies to outsiders. This was a heavily guarded secret and was onlyy rebealed for.narrative purposes, so don't metagame, you bitch. "What," Rick asked. Nothing. Shut up. "Aight."

Ryuzaki strode to an old cave system. "In here," he announced.

"Ryuzaki, your methods are becoming awfully morally ambiguous. Well, less ambiguous and more dictatorial madness." Cyril said guardedly as he walked casually into the cave.

"...That penultimate Traffic Exchange is surprisingly relevant." Rick blinked. "I'm not a dictator, Cyril. I'm just a man on vacation." He coughed. "What? No, I meant... I'm just a man who wants the world to be free of war. For the children! Read my lips, no new taxes! I am not a crook! I did not have sexual intercourse with that woman."

"You couldn't be more obvious, Rick." Cyril said, suddenly cold. No metagaming needed to draw that conclusion. "You had better stop and think very hard about what you're doing before you make an enemy you don't want. Where are we?"

Rick blinked. "What? I haven't... it's just tie-dye. Christ." He sighed, lighting the cave with several floating balls of ki. "Err. Here." Rick rubbed his sleeve, pressing a hidden button on his wrist.

"A universe without war, prevention and culling of the 'evil'" Cyril loosely quoted Rick. "I'm no fool. I know what such thoughts lead to." Cyril let the topic drop for the moment as he looked about.

Ryuzaki began laughing as he heard footsteps. It was a maniacal, almost dissconected sort of laughter.

The sound of heavy ki generation filled the cave as Roman soldiers surrounded Cyril and Ryuzaki. "Excellent," Rick spat. "Kill him!"

Laetus appeared, using a ki whip to slash the soldiers down. They burst into explosions of green blood. "Cyril, grab my arm!"

"Blast," Ryuzaki hissed as he threatened Laetus with a green mass of ki.

Cyril called it, SUCK IT. Cyril grabbed Laetus' arm. "We have to stop meeting like this." Cyril remarked. It seemed prisons/traps and Laetus just seemed to go hand in hand. Cyril shielded himself and Laetus with a wall of fiery white ki.

Ryuzaki and the soldiers laughed as one in a sort of sickening way. Ryuzaki absorbed the ki. "Ah," a nondescript soldier said, "much better." Rick blinked. "Damn. It's so difficult to remember which one is supposed to speak."

Laetus grabbed Cyril and teleported them to his TARDIS.

Ths interior was marble and bright. He sighed, pouring Cyril a cuppa. "I got here as soon as I could."

"Damn, I thought I might be able to persuade him against all this, but it appears he got much further with his ideas than I anticipated." Cyril sighed as he accepted the tea without drinking, "Thanks. Fill me in on what you know."

Laetus blinked. "Well, the most prevalent information is that you're pretty dense." He coughed as he sat in a chair that was thrown in the corner. "You know its kind. Its nature. To decieve and destroy."

Cyril sighed heavily and facepalmed. "I've become too complacent. The Oneiroi."

Laetus nodded slighty. "Nope. At least, sort of. A subspecies, or something. They're more like parasites. They kidnap hosts in the night and take them to their hives. They throw them into cages, sting them and basically implant a sort of biological transmitter into their bodies and throw them out into another time, absorbing their power as the host trains and gets stronger, being sent the ki to the parasite. Meanwhile, the parasite mimics the hosts and assimilates into the culture, and rinse and reoeat until an entire planet is Oneiroi. Or whatever these things call themselves." He frowned, "I noticed it a month ago. Half the population was fake. Auron, too, by the looks of it. Hideki Ryuzaki was captured some time since your last meeting."

Cyril drummed his fingers on the side of his cup. He was worried about something only vaguely related. "I think I've... never mind. I'm embarrassed to say I didn't notice before." Cyril frowned deeply, a lot of things had been going over his head lately. He didn't like it. "I suppose all his talk of cleansing the universe makes sense now."

Laetus shrugged, "Oh, no. Hideki Ryuzaki still has a vast hatred for..." he struggled to come up with a surname, settling with, "The slight king Riza."

"Of that I have no doubt." Cyril said, "But I didn't think his utter hatred of Riza made him some genocidal maniac." Cyril trailed off, muttering. He cleared his throat suddenly, aware he had began to think aloud. "Do you know how wide-spread this infection is?"

Laetus glanced nervously at a marble computer. It was kind of weird to look at; the most advanced computer you've ever seen, encased in ancient marble. "Er. Yxalag htron fo tsom."

Cyril's eyes widened, "Tahw!? Yhw era ew gnikeaps sdrawkcab? Nac yeht reah?"

Laetus shrugged. "Yeah, no. But seriously. Half of the North Galaxy is taken."

Cyril sighed deeply. "Alright. If they're a subspecies of the Oneiroi they almost definitely have some sort of collective leader. Like the False Cyril that pops up every time I see the original Oneiroi. If we can find that and kill the leader we can send them all into disarray long enough to figure out a more... permanent solution. Unless you have a better plan?"

Laetus shrugged. "We called them Tantibi. Er, that is, normal Oneiroi. Perhaps we should call the member of this subspecies a Tantibus. I wonder how they came to this universe."