Before the three teleported, Kharaxel directed hia attention to Mr. Wildgun.
"Sooo... what are you going to do now, master?"
"What do you mean "what"? I'm coming back to The Hideout and starting my check up again."
"Okay then, see ya later. And thanks for everything."
"Yeah, yeah. Just go already, I have some relics to check upon."
With those words exchanged, Kharaxel began to concentrate and in a moment, the three of them ended up in one of the hallways of the Sexstation.
"Okay... here we are. We should find Miss Sakura or... at least someone. Your super cool sword needs to be shown to all." Spoke Kharaxel.
"Damn straight" Agreed Josei.
"I would like some kind of weapon too... because the little pew pew gun I had before seems to have gone missing. And it sucked anyway."
Meanwhile, Mr. Wildgun had a strange urge to sneeze.
* * *
Tron managed to finally arrive before WDS, not wasting any time, he arrived at the gate. But he was stopped by two guard robots.
"Halt!" Said the first robot.
"HALT!" Said the second robot, with much more confidence.
"I... don't have... TIME FOR THIS!"
Tron grabbed both robots by their heads and crushed them.
Meanwhile, Dr. Wily II kept spinning in his favorie spinning chair, when suddenly an intruder alarm went off.
"What in blazes is GOING ON NOW?!"
Then out of the blue, he heard a roar and into the room, knocking down the door, walked in a dark creature.
"What the... what ARE YOU?!"
"It's me... Lorrd Wily... TRON!"
"Tron?!"
The creature calling itself by Tron's name fell on the ground. It would seem it was in horrible pain.
"Please... a body... I need a body... can you... build one?"
"You have some explaining to do, Tron. But first... let's get you that body."
(Yeah, so... here it is. Kinda half assed, but eh...)