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Lykas and Sterling made their way to the site of the dome's destruction as quickly as possible, given the chaos of the fleeing people. "Any idea what happened yet?"

"I'm not part of the guard's psychic round table these days so if anyone knows yet, I'm in the dark on it." Sterling replied. He knew he was a special exception to the usual requirements for the guard, lacking in the telepathy department and it was a minor annoyance under most circumstances. This was not one of those. “Whatever that pink streak was must have been some kind of enemy attack, though. You need to be careful and stay behind me as much as possible until we figure out what’s going on.”

“Of course you’d say that…” Lykas grumbled as they swam. The prince’s eyes swept over the ground as they drew closer, searching for any clues as to what had happened. He saw no signs of any struggle for what felt like ages until, finally, he began to see the ongoing battle between Sundaria and the royal guard. And a random Veluza, it looked like, for some reason? “Over there!” He called out, swimming toward the fighting.

He shouted in Sundaria’s direction, his voice carrying the Fairy energy of the Alluring Voice he’d used before. “You have attacked the royal capital of the Gyaan Empire! By decree of the royal family, you will surrender yourself. Now!”

“My lord!” Sterling exclaimed, dashing in front of Lykas just as one of Sundaria’s attacks was unleashed, a shimmering sphere of energy forming around them as the attack met his Wonder Guard, deflecting would could be and simply absorbing the rest. “There are more of them, Prince Lykas! You can’t stay here!”

“I’m not leaving my kingdom to be attacked!” Lykas insisted, watching as Hop took down one of the guards and another attempted to strike at Crys before three more guards rushed in. “Wait a second… They all have… legs, isn’t it? The commoners call them stump-tails. Well... most of them, do at least.” He realized he had heard stories of such a group moving in the badlands recently. A group of revolutionaries against the king’s bigotry. Could this be them? Should he even intervene if it was? Though the tailed one that seemed to be getting most of the guards' focus felt out of place, he was now stuck questioning his next move. If he helped stop them, the others might get the chance to escape but if he helped stop the group as a whole, the chance to change things might never come again.

“My lord! Let’s go!” The royal hybrid didn’t react to Sterling’s voice at first, almost frozen in place by the realization. This might be the chance to put a stop to his father’s cruelty but he needed to know these people had no ill intentions for the common folk before he could simply hide and hope for the best. Not that he felt any of his siblings were much better options than his father if it came to that but that was irrelevant right now. Unwilling to wait for Lykas to listen, the prince’s guard grabbed his wrist and began to swim back toward the palace with him, calling out to the other guards as they passed them. “I’m taking the prince to safety! I’ll be back as soon as he’s secure!” Lykas was still somewhat mentally paralyzed, allowing himself to be pulled away without resistance at this point.

The 'Veluza' would take out one of the guards, the Starmie hybrid caught completely off guard and sent reeling by the Dark type move, unable to completely understand what just happened and that it was strange that a Veluza could even use a Dark move.

The arrival of the prince would buy the group some time as the guards ceased their attacks long enough to pay attention to his majesty and his personal guard, duty bound to stand at attention when royalty was addressing them, Hop violently thrown off the guard he pounced so that they may pay attention to the prince.

While the prince swam away the guards had intended to resume their apprehending of the invaders but Adrina had other plans as the Supersonic went off, the Starmie hybrids not reaching for their ears but would suddenly begin to turn on each other, swinging and assault one another. You see, they weren't just confused, but Starmie communicate with radio signals so who knows how they translated the Supersonic.

With them distracted this was their chance to escape and Sundaria knew it. She couldn't tell Hop and his team what to do and they seemed set on carrying out their assault but the Solgaleo hybrid had a responsibility to get Monique and her sisters back home safely, it was the whole reason why they were here in the first place. Grabbing the 'Veluza' Sundaria would form her board of light and race off away from the chaos, looking to scoop up the sisters and get them to some place safe.

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Some time later the four women would find themselves in a place to catch their breath and figure out what to do next, now resting in an underwater cave, Sundaria's body providing the light they needed to see. Sundaria would soon take them back into Ultra Space and back home but first she needed to rest, plus there was the matter if a certain sister even wanted to go with them. "So, what have you all decided?" Sundaria asked them.

Sundaria listened to the others talk, ears tilted into an ‘L’ shape while she looked down at her lightboard, fingers gently drumbing it. She couldn’t help but listen to the conversation, even though she felt like she should kind of disappear for a moment to give them space. Instead, she would retreat into her own thoughts, thinking about her own travels. Her own adventure to try and get home herself and rejoin her original family. Only, she didn’t have any help to try and get home. Maybe she should have asked for help from another Burnet she came across. But, she encountered, briefly joined, then pissed off certain people within the Ultra Recon Squad early on in her Ultra Space adventures. So, she wound up traveling around aimlessly, trying to keep her footprint relatively light. This had, however, kept her from asking for help in the process, drawing out her adventure. If she hadn’t chanced on the wormhole that dropped her in Galar during the tournament, how much longer would it have been for her to get here? Would she have even made it home? So many-

"I think we're ready, Sundaria."

Monique’s words snapped the interdimensional hybrid back to this reality, nodding. She brought her attention to the lightboard again, growing it out and adding enough handles to it, a notable addition from last time. Yeah, probably not a bad idea to hopefully keep another accidental drop off again, though luck happened to be with them on this one. Again, actually. If she had a nickel for every random wormhole that was somehow helpful, she’d have at least two nickels. Which wasn’t much, but surprising considering the short period of time she managed to get them. While the sisters boarded the lightboard, she’d focus in the cave, beginning to glow even more brilliantly. Her blue forehead sunburst would appear as she made a rather awkward tear into the space in front of her, creating a small gash into reality in front of them before pulling it wider to accommodate the lightboard.

“Right then,” she started, sounding very slightly out of breath. “Please hold onto the board with your dedicated handle, all other limbs within the vehicle while going through the portal, and stay alert while traveling in Ultra Space.” When the group was settled, she’d take off, kneeling on the front of the board herself. Going through the portal, she could feel her tail, that infernal useless thing beginning to shift back to standard legs as the bright lights of the dimensional tunnel surrounded them.

It felt like a long while for Crystal, but it probably didn’t take long at all for them to emerge into Ultra Space on the other side, the inky blue, purple, and black feeling comforting to her. This was where she spent a good deal of her own time between realities, at least what she perceived as time. She personally doubted Dialga or Palkia actually had any influence here. But it was still relaxing to her, and rather pretty to her, reminding her of the night skies in Alto Mare a little bit. There were the occasional bright blips around, appearing like stars from far enough away, only they winked into and out of existence much faster than an average star would. Only when you got a bit closer would anyone be able to tell that they were Ultra Wormholes, connecting back to their own realities. Most of the wormholes, it was night imposible to tell where they went. However, occasionally there was one that showed up on their route that acted more like a portal, seeing where they were going to lead to, one that they passed by looking like some sort of electrical world, with dark skies, occasional cracks of lightning, and… were those gigantic power cords connecting a couple plateaus?

Also inhabiting the area besides the wormholes winking into and out of existence were some meteorites, both looking of stone and of crystal, with the crystalline ones reflecting any light from the wormholes and brightening up the nearby area. The more stone-like ones would occasionally catch Crystal’s eyes with the hybrid taking a brief glance at them before returning forward. The stone ones appeared to look like average space asteroids, of random shapes, sizes, and the coloring did vary as well. The crystalline ones, however, looked like prisms, almost. Still of varying sizes and colors, but the shapes were more… standardized. Maybe if the regular asteroids were here long enough, those are what they’d turn into? But, any pressure around them certainly didn’t feel like it was oppressive. Certainly not enough to turn the hunks of rock into crystal. Maybe it could have been an effect of just being outside of space-time?

Whatever the case for those, Crystal made sure to give a wide berth to both versions of the meteoroids, as well as any nearby wormholes. She also stayed kneeling after arriving, merely adjusting herself to put on her skirt before putting on her shawl, making sure as much water as possible was out of them. The pace at which they were going was also slower than previously, maybe from getting tired from the breakneck reality hopping, wanting to have more reaction time to sudden portals, or both even. Whatever the case, Crystal at least was hoping for a calm final leg to the journey, hoping to take in as much of the energy from Ultra Space as possible so she didn’t have the equivalent of a child’s sugar crash when she finally got back. Last time with Reno and Aden was rough, having taken probably a couple days after they got above ground to just lay outside asleep, taking in the sunlight. She really didn’t want that to happen again.

They did it, the three sisters were together again and now they were on their way back to what would be the adopted home world, all of them safe and sound in spite of all the trials and tribulations they had endured. Crystal for her part had went through a lot to aid her teammate, and while this was a strange new experience for the three sisters visiting these worlds was little more than adding additional hashes to Crystal's 'total worlds visited' tally. However, while Crystal was very versed in Ultra Space travel she knew one was never safe in the infinite expanse of Ultra Space, not until they touched down into another world. There were many threats in the the multiversal 'veins' of reality but the one they were about to be confronted by was possibly the one Crystal dreaded the most and it was not an Ultra Beast...at least, not just an Ultra Beast.

"Sundaria! By authority of the Ultra Council you are hereby under arrest! Touch down on the nearest asteroid and surrender yourself!" A voice called out to 'Sundaria' from somewhere in the infinite. All four women would hear the voice but none of them would be able to immediately deduce where it came from, directions were a strange thing here. How anyone else was here flying Ultra Space would be one question that would pop in the three sisters' minds plus there was the question on how sound was traveling in the void. They wouldn't get concrete answers to those questions just yet but they would find the source of the voice as an orb composed of many rings of Dark energy whizzed towards them, aimed at Crystal's board.

Looking back they would see the source of the voice, a small humanoid creature donning a full body suit, only her red pigtails breaking up the color scheme of white and blue. The 'person', if they were one, was riding on the back of some sort of strange Pokemon, or was it an Ultra Beast? It was purple in color, dragon-like, with a large bulbous abdomen with a long needle-like appendage at its end. Crystal would recognize both the rider and the Pokemon as Zossie and one of the Ultra Recon Squad's Naganadel mounts.

"Land immediately or more aggressive measures will be taken!" Zossie threatened Crystal, implying the Dark Pulse was just a potshot, that she has yet to get serious. That said this was bad, really bad, after all this time they actually managed to find her, and with others in tow on their way home. The only saving graces were it was just Zossie and she didn't have their own Solgaleo or Lunala with her, not that Crystal would expect them to just have them out and about.

The voice would have made Monique's fur stand on end if she had fur in that moment.

"Sundaria! By authority of the Ultra Council you are hereby under arrest! Touch down on the nearest asteroid and surrender yourself!"

Monique closed her eyes for a moment in frustration. Was this more dream material? Was she about to wake up in Burnet's lab, so close yet so far away? She looked around in search of its source. Who could possibly have the resources to fly through this? The board shook as it suddenly steered down, revealing that it had avoided a blast of Dark-type energy.

Then it appeared. A woman on a flying steed, its build and type unfamiliar. The Pokédex tried to assist—emphasis on tried. It didn't even provide the no info message that Wyrdeer once had. Due to telephone company facility trouble in the area you are calling, calls to the Ryumi Kingdom cannot be completed at this time. Please hang up and dial later. This is a GyaanTel recording. That cryptic message did little to answer anything.

Kasumi and Kaimana looked around, every muscle in their bodies tensing up. Crystal talked back to the rider and gave the command to hold on, and suddenly the lightboard accelerated. The nearest asteroid was clearly going to remain unoccupied.

Monique had many questions starting to circulate. Who was this woman? Was this Ultra Council actually worthwhile or just another King Faba-esque outfit that soured one on the idea of anyone being able to arrest anyone else? And what did this have to do with Sundaria? But questions weren't foremost when you were on a lightboard whizzing through Ultra Space, pursued by a Pokémon so unfamiliar your Pokédex couldn't even get a beat on it.

The woman was not going to budge. That much was clear from her response. Monique had to admit that it was something of a thrill to learn that, for some reason, Crystal was on the most wanted list and apparently had another name?

But any thought of this as a thrill was quickly escorted from her brain as she clung to the handle on her lightboard. Crystal seemed unable to get the dragon rider off her back, in spite of several attempted evasive maneuvers.

"Do you want your friends to be written off as collateral damage!?"

The sheriff snapped at the insult. The idea that she was collateral damage in Ultra Space hurt to her core. "How do you feel that our world just was left to die amid an invasion of Guzzlord!? Scattering my sisters and requiring an extraordinary rescue?" Monique wasn't sure if her voice, melodic as it still was, could be heard over the large noise the rider made, a beam of Dragon-type energy infusing an asteroid that suddenly hurtled toward them, swirling in a purple-red cloak. A nervous, scared, and above all stressed Primarina hybrid held tight, trying to channel her energy into her body, back against the wall, hoping it would surge forth...

Monique, trying to stave off the stress of this unexpected chase sequence and concentrate her energy just in case, looked on as Crystal launched her counterattack. Glowing brightly—even though everything seemed quite bright in Ultra Space, brimming with energy as it was—she saw the rock splinter, its fragments manipulated into a barrage of astral shrapnel aimed at the dragon.

“I couldn’t trust any of you to take them to where they want to go, you all would probably shunt them back to the reality they originated from!"

That thought made the sisters shiver. What was left there? Nothing but Smog, a broken Dome, and memories that survived in their minds. The only people and Pokémon that could thrive there probably came from whatever twisted world Kasumi had been sent to. And Monique and Kaimana had grown so, so much in their time elsewhere.

The idea that someone would demand she be sent somewhere that no longer provided for sustenance or existence made Monique seethe. For all the questions the trio had, these Ultra Council people came off like Faba's ilk. So utterly disgusting. Her emotions nearing a fever pitch, the collected energy could let loose at any time...

Ultimately, Monique didn't need all the Fairy-type energy that had been stored inside her body. Crystal's astral machinations proved to keep this pursuer away. The board sped, the sisters hanging on, until it flew through an Ultra Wormhole, its now-familiar blue swirls engulfing their vision, followed by a white flash.

For a moment, Monique had to blink. When her vision returned, they were above the ocean, headed down, and there it was, spread so beautifully. Alola. Not the Alola they had grown up with, curtailed and amputated into a meager existence on its least populous island: the one that was whole, undomed, un-Smogged. It was midday, and the whole region seemed bathed in light that neither Kasumi or Kaimana had ever experienced.

There were other differences they would feel. Kasumi was human again. Kaimana, while she had legs, had remained an Alomomola hybrid, and something in her would soon say the moment she hit the water, she would once again be a mermaid.

Monique's was less a revelation and more of a relief: familiar black fur and legs. Whatever had separated her from her hybrid self upon entering the mermaid world had finished. But what happened to—

"Rina!" That was unmistakable. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a non-hybrid Primarina on the lightboard, clinging to the handle as its hair flapped wildly. How...

There was one last task before they got off the lightboard and Monique decided that Ultra Space wasn't for her for a long while. "Land on Akala!" she asked Crystal, wanting to ensure that she returned to the Dimensional Research Lab before starting her long-planned island tour.

The many thoughts in her brain would have to wait. She was home. And, frankly, she was tired.