Ymmot caught up to the front of his newly-created mob. They seemed to have got the idea of what he wanted to do and were headed in the direction of the Dungeons, a place Ymmot had been so many times before but never with such a fire in his heart. The droid V stood dumbstruck as the mob rushed past him, puzzled as to what was going on. Ymmot was the first to reach the Dungeon's gates and having given away his keys to Elm, was forced to shoot the lock. The pistol roared into life as he fired it, sparks showered onto the ground, and the gate was forced open as Ymmot and the rest of the crowd bustled inside. Prism was rubbing her eyes in the corner of a cell, having been woken by the gun blast. She took to her feet as one of the mob aimed a hard kick at her cell door, and another, and more joined in. The gate split and swung open.
"What the hell is going on Ymmot?" Prism said as she caught the eyes of Ymmot. Ymmot shuffled through the crowd so that he was close to Prism.
"Look, to be honest I was going to do this anyway." He said in a hushed tone.
"Do what exactly?" Prism folded her arms on her hips, speaking loudly much to the distress of Ymmot.
"We're rebelling against the droids, them locking you in prison captured the public's imagination I suppose. Hey, it worked last time."
"What do you mean it worked last time? I'm fine in here, they would have let me out anyway since Jiggmin is obviously not poisoned after all, and they would need my medical knowledge to keep him in check. I'm surprised they haven't asked for my help already!"
"Look just stay quiet and play along." Hissed Ymmot under his breath. "I know all that, but this is our chance to get rid of the droids. Just please play along."
"Look, I'm going to see how Jiggmin is. I know the droids are bad but giving me that duty wasn't one of their mistakes. It will be no good killing the droids if Jiggmin isn't OK, would it now? I might as well get him away from their before things kick off. Do what you like with Asilva and V but leave me out of this from now on." Prism shoved her way through the milling crowd, out of the Dungeons and into the late morning sun. Ymmot followed her out. He noticed V was no longer to be seen. Probably gone to find Asilva he thought.
The sun had just tipped over the top of the mountains and sunlight spilled down their sides. Half a dozen small sparkles glittered in the light, one of which was Akan. The small robot can tip-tapped down the mountain path and onward to Jiggmin's Village. She had planned to be carried by Webbz, why a Queen shouldn't need to make such a tiresome journey with her own two feet, but Webbz was too sick for such a task and so she carried herself. Dreams of power whirled around her little mind as she walked. Oh to imagine their delighted faces when she, Akan, announced she had come to save JV from its broken leadership and lift it into a new golden age! Oh but she wasn't quite that naive, saviors are not always welcome, and there wasn't just one sparkle on the mountain side that day. Behind her marched five polished droids, each armed with filed claws and fangs. They were robots constructed from spare parts Akan had originally spied in the Jiggmin's Village engineering workshop. She had to program them herself, and they were not very bright, but they could follow orders and that suited her just fine.
Webbz lay sprawled out on the tiled floor of Akan's palace. Akan herself had no strength to move her and so she let her remain there, but now Webbz was coming round again. She groaned and cupped her head in her hands. It ached and felt groggy right behind her eyes. She rolled onto her hands and knees but didn't get onto her feet, she felt as if she would topple over were she to try. Then suddenly she noticed there was a soft mumbling coming from somewhere. It bothered her, and she forced herself with great effort to look around the room and find out where the noise was coming from. It wasn't long before she saw the pink headphones on Akan's chair, so she crawled over to them and put them on.
A robotic voice spoke back to her.
"He's asleep right now, but he is awake."
"What do you mean?" An equally unsavory voice replied.
"He's no longer in a coma. He's been speaking a lot too, he remembers everything before the coma... except, you know. He remembers that he trusts Prism."
"Who else knows this?" The reply was shaky.
"That's why I asked you to put Prism in jail, but it has leaked out some other way. Haven't you noticed the crowds of people?"
"I was confused by that."
"We can't let him take control again, V, we have to get him back into his coma."
Webbz gasped, Jiggmin wasn't dead! But Black had the poison, if he hadn't put it in Jiggmin's food then... She felt her sweating brow and then she realized. Black had given HER the poison. She would have been cross, but the relief that she hadn't caused any harm to Jiggmin lessened her rage. After all, Akan had said the poison wasn't potent enough to kill a healthy person. Recovering from her shock, she focused on the headphones again.
"We could kill him too. Nobody would have to know he was dead. Without a leader the people would rely on us for direction, we'd be the new Jiggmin."
"They would guess, I am already sure we have enemies. Silence! Someone approaches." There was a creaking of a door and footsteps.
"Prism! You are supposed to be in the Dungeons! Unauthorized exit from the Dungeons is an offence that-"
"Please just shut up." This voice was less harsh, a human. "I'm taking Jiggmin somewhere safer to look at him. Look, this is in his interest, just let me go."
"Do not give orders to us!" The robotic voice replied, louder and angrier. "Jiggmin stays in this room, he stays with us and only us, leave RIGHT NOW!"
"Shh, look you've woken him." The softer voice replied. "Jiggmin, tell the droids to let me take you away."
A new voice joined the fray. "It's OK Asilva, I'm tired of this room anyway." Droids cannot deny the wishes of their leader, no matter how much they want to, it is their one sure weakness. Webbz heard the sound of squeaking wheels, and then the sound of a door being gently shut.
"Why would she want to take Jiggmin away from us?" The steely voice was intense and hot with anger. "V, go and hide somewhere quick, I think something bad is happening." Webbz could begin to hear the barrage of crowds. Thoughts raced through her head. If Jiggmin wasn't dead, if there was a rebellious mob, what would happen to Akan's plan?
Ymmot burst through the door of Jiggmin's house to find Asilva sitting upon the bed. Other members of the mob soon piled into the room, and others heckled from the outside. Ymmot raised his arm, pointing the pistol at Asilva's head.
"You've lost." He said grimly, "Jiggmin's awake, your reign is over, Sparks too is coming to an end."
"Lost?" Asilva ground his jaws together, the sound was vile. "How dare you confront me! I think I have full reason to believe that you are rebelling against Jiggmin, and have the right to exact absolute justice on you."
"I'm not against Jiggmin you glorified microwave, I'm-" Ymmot was cut off mid-speech as Asilva slammed into him, ramming him onto the floor. Asilva grabbed Ymmot's gun-arm with broad talons, crushing his arm and causing him to cry out in agony. Asilva bent forwards, Mouth gaping open and fangs drooping over Ymmot's neck. They were still spattered with dried blood after the incident with Squids. Ymmot looked around at the mob.
"Get him off me!" They stood aghast, their once passionate rage meant nothing once in the presence of Asilva. Only someone absolutely insane would have intervened.
Black emerged from the crowd, Pickle-make Pistol in hand, jumping up and down and wailing at the top of his lungs, YAAUUURRGRGHH. Asilva looked up, more in abject curiosity than shock or fear, and was then shot through the neck with a splintery CRACK. The grip on Ymmot's arm loosened for but a moment, but it was enough for Ymmot to tear it loose. He fired his own pistol into Asilva's chest, shrapnel and viscous sparks spraying out the other side. Asilva screamed, a high-pitched and rasping kind of noise that tore through the minds of all those nearby and left them feeling dead inside. Ymmot fired again, blood now dripping from the flaps of skin that hang off his tattered arm. Asilva's scream lowered in pitch, dying to a hateful hum, and then he dropped to the ground. Black and some other crowd members who had the sense to help dragged the metal body from Ymmot, who lay on the ground holding his injured arm and gritting his teeth in pain. He looked up at Black.
"Yaurgh? That's the best you could think of?" and passed out.