I got lazy and refused to finish in one day.

Hoplash, sapliz, coaliz, and Tortoiseed were in-universe when they fell through a portal. They were now inside Mirrim’s room. Mirrim opens the door and is taken aback by the four creatures in front of him.

He reaches for his walkie-talkie as an “Oh no you don’t” exits Sapliz’s mouth and it’s cut in half.

“Tell us where we are!” Hoplash demands.

Mirrim crosses his arms. “You, sir, are inside a base run by the great Inkpire.”

“Never heard of em.”
“Sounds stupid.”
“The name doesn’t quite roll off the tongue.”

Mirrim is fuming. “The Inkperials are the most fearsome warriors in the multiverse,” he flicks his wrist, summoning a knife. “Would you like to have a taste.”

Tortoiseed cheers, “Ooh, pie!” And then Mirrim lunges, stabbing and hitting only air. The four escape through the door, leaving an angy android behind.

“They WILL catch you. And you’ll either be dead or wishing you were,” Mirrim threatens.

Hoplash, Coaliz, Tortoiseed, and Sapliz run through the halls of the base, with Mirrim fast approaching them. Mirrim summons and throws a bunch of knives at the four and most of them miss. One bounces off of Coaliz’s tail-coal-thing.

They all turn a corner and hear screaming. There is a window made of tinted glass, and all of them peek through. They see Data (not sure the correct name of the specific Data, so I’ll leave it at that) whipping Oracle.

The four creatures watch in horror as a look of disgust, sadness, and pity crosses Mirrim’s face.

“Why.. is the robot whipping her?” Tortoiseed whimpers.

“To strengthen her mind, and make her a better leader. She is too soft for her own good..” Mirrim sighs. “I wish she could handle herself, but she needs protection, somebody to help her.” He covers the right side of his face. “But I can’t do any of that. I can’t even go on the battlefield. She needs somebody else to back her up. Somebody whole. Somebody who doesn’t go on a murder spree at the sight of blood.”

“Stop wallowing in self pity. It’s f**kin’ pathetic,” Sapliz scolds. “YOU’RE pathetic. Even if ya can’t fight, you can support her. You are a god-damn grown adult. You can pull yourself together to help out your loved ones. Moron.”

Mirrim close his eyes profoundly. “Maybe you’re right. Thank you, strange trespassing green lizard with arm blades. Thank you.”

Then the four little guys fall through a portal in the ground, leaving Mirrim to think by himself.