Gerald sighed. "Noah, since you're from the Land Of Trila, can you tell us what we have to do to get into the country?" Smiling, Noah pointed to a sign. "I thought you'd never ask - As soon as we enter Trilan territory in 5 miles, we will end up in the Sahua tide, which is the bitchy president who ordered his troops to shoot my ship down! To get further into the country, I recommend staying on guard - because who knows what'll happen if battleships find us out!?"
Gerald smiled. "Maybe we won't run into any battleships and it'll just be Sunshine and Rainbows for the entire tri-"
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" a battleship loudspeaker exclaimed, shooting missiles at the ship. Scoffing, Gerald took to the sky, causing the missiles and ship to be destroyed completely. Landing back in the same spot, Gerald looked at the shocked Kevin and Noah. "You just sunk a whole battleship! They get stronger, though - that was only a Junior battle ship…" Putting his glasses back on, Gerald smiled at Noah. "I'll survive to see the day I get that picture in the new-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Michael exclaimed from his room.
72 years ago, a new land was publicly ready to be established, also known as the Land Of Trila. After an unexpected encounter with an entity 30 years into its established existence, however, the founder of Trila died unexpectedly, being avenged by Uma Sahua, who was arguably the worst president of the land. Although the allegations still resurface and nobody knows the truth about what is currently happening on the islands and dangerous waters of Turia, Kevin and his friends plan to get to the bottom of this situation. Will they be able to get to the bottom of the allegations casted on Uma, or would they die on the islands? This is ENTITY VOLUME 9: LAND OF TRILA; PART 1.
The Trilan Border
200 miles away from the Land Of Trila
Kevin sighed. "I don't want to do math!" he exclaimed, screaming at both Gerald and Michael. "I'm not calculating how long we are away from the Trilan islands, you can't force me!"
"Kevin, you're the strongest of our entire team! And the most useless at math…" Gerald muttered, hiding behind Michael before Kevin could fully get to him. Suddenly, both Kyle and Noah gasped. "WE MADE IT TO THE BORDER!" he exclaimed. Kevin scoffed, rushing over to the bow of the ship. "What the hell is that!?" Kevin exclaimed, looking at the transition of waters. On the side where Team ENTITY currently stands, known as The Ocean Of Dreams, the ocean was a pure, sparkly blue color. Meanwhile in Trila, it was just… green."
"I feel like I'm gonna puke…" Gerald muttered, trying not to puke due to looking at the water. "It's been a while since me and Kevin went on a vacation together - I don't remember this side of the world being so… dirty…"
"We're here!" Michael exclaimed, holding Alex in an aggressive manner. "Have we arrived in Trila yet?" Suddenly, Alex pulled his head away from Michael's neck. "Don't hold me like that, idiot! This is why nobody likes you and we're gonna leave you in Trila!"
As the two continued bickering, Gerald, Kevin, Noah, and Kyle broke a cold sweat. Continuing the conversation, Gerald pulled his camera out to take photos of the beautiful Trilan border. "This is phenomenal! I need to take pictures of this!" Right then, Kevin noticed that it would be a long trip. "We're gonna need some more brain cells to pull through this entire battle." he muttered quietly.
Turia, Land Of Trila
"Why is there an unauthorized ship entering the Land Of Trila!?" Uma Sahua exclaimed, slamming his hands on the desk. "Isn't Dookie supposed to be administering the skies of the Sahua tide?"
Cookie sighed. "Dookie is a disappointment - and so is his name. I don't get why you made him a headliner… When am I able to be promoted, anyway!?" Uma sighed, smoking 5 cigarettes at once. "You will BE promoted if you SHOW YOU DESERVE IT! Don't ask me about promotion or I'LL CUT YOUR HEAD OFF!" Cookie sighed. "Fine - but who's gonna go destroy that ship? I mean, no Freedom Runners are currently out there right now or are on a battleship - it's just the useless soldiers…"
Zooming in with the drone he used to get intel, Uma smiled. "They're just puny kids and two normal grown ups, Cookie! Just one battleship can take them down, once and for all! We don't care about the a…ge! Ẅ̷̜̞̘͛̈́͝ȅ̸̹̼͓̯̖͓̱̋͐̎̓̕'̷̨̛̼̫̮͎͓͓̺̰̖̻̗̝̀̌̽͐̇̈̑͗̊̑͑̈́̀̓̕͝ͅļ̷̛̻̳̄̌̑̽̋̅͋͋͛̏̈̆̚̚͠l̷̨̢̛̗͓͕̠̻͍̞̤̥͙͓̲̥͇̋͗̏́̆͜͝ K̶̘͚̟͔̘̟̹̙̞̘̤̘̬̘͚̗̤̯̘͚͔̣͈̅̇̿̈̃̈́̊̔́̕I̶̧̧̖̮̠͚̹͇͍̝̱͚̳͖͔̪̘̫̩̩͉̓̑̍̑̂̀̾̆̿̓̒̀͋̃͆̈͐͛̓͆̿͜͝L̵̛̛̛̰̹̭̮͕͕̘̤̥̍͊̌̂̑͗̌̓̐̀͂͑̈́͂͑͌̎̓͒͛͛͌̈́̑̆̃̾͐̅̊̓̓̓̅̆̀͆͊͗͂͘̕͠͠͝͝L̷̨̢̨̧̢̧̫̬̱̰̺͇̺̪͔̘̭̱̥̼̞͓̼̻͖̙̭̩̹̟̜͖̰̟͈̫͈͕̲̤͎̣͇͓̳͙̬͛̚͜͜͠ t̷̡̡̛̜̲̦̜̬̯̪̟̱̟̹͚͓̙̫̙̰̝̦̯̞̝͚̺͓̦͗̐͊̓͒̑͋͋̍̈́̋͋͛̈́̐̌̆̀̅̊̀̂͒̆̂̆̒̑̐̅̓͂̽͌̑͌̅̍̌̐̎̈́̃̓̓͗͒͗̈́͌̎̎̾̂͒̋͑̈́̒̎̓́͂̽͐̐̔̓͛͒̔́̄͂͑̚͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅh̵̡̢̡̫͓̼͍̩͛ͅe̸̛̛̛̛̛͈̯̜͎͕͎̦̝̩̮̘̜̰̖͚̼̤̲̩̖̺̮̩̹͎͎̜͍̬͍̦͔̭̮̅̈́̍͛͆̀̔̍̅̓̎̓̿͗̋̒̄̑̒́̋͌͋͋̓̑̓͂̽̀̑̊̈́͋̆̒̋̆͊̌̔́̏̿̈̈́̋͒͆̉͐̈͋͋̒͊͂͗̃͗̃̐̉̓̅̓͗̌͘̕͘͘̚̚͜͜͠͝m̸̡̨̢̢̧̧̛̝̗̟͚̜͚̫͎̮̜̜͇͎̣̱̬̬̤̥͖̻͕̬͙̰̩̼̱͙̻͈̣͕͕̮̥͇̬̪̤̻̟̗̝͍͕̱̫͍̟̭͉͇͉̀̈́̈́͗̃̽͐̏͑̃͌̾̾̀̄̍̒͘̚͜͜͜͜ R̶̭͔̮̣̻̽̋̄̃̆̕̕͠Ę̵̢̞̬̤͔̳̗̞̈́́͂͒̈́͊̾̾̈́̃͑͋͗̒͂͝͝G̷̡̧̛̗͎͔̟̳̈́̎̓͗̀́̎͗̏͘͝Ȧ̸̻̙̮̈́̓͘ͅR̶̼̼̆͐͛̊̄̒̆͒͆̌̊̋̚̕͠͝D̶̻̲̄̅̈́̈̅̈́̌̃̐͂́̄͠͠L̵̤̩̹̈̉͑͌̍͠E̸̛̛̼̩̭̞͈̼̓̆̑͑͝S̶͖̺͙̺͈̏̄̈́̑͂̀͒̾̕S̶̛̘̹̅̔̑̓̑̔͗̅̈́̈́!̴̢͇̘̝͊̈́̓
Cookie sighed. "Why do you get so hellbent on these type of things, Uma? I mean, I owe you my life, but Stella is busy administrating the hostages…" Suddenly, Cookie remembered something. "What if Stella's sworn brother is on that ship!?"
Uma laughed, reverting back to his normal form. "Stella's brother wouldn't know she is in the Land Of Trila, you idiot! Say one more stupid thing and I'll make sure all of your blood leaks Ǫ̵̹̮̹͈̦͓̗̪̱̘̫͈̭͈̥̟̪̥̮̠͈͓͉̔̀̚ͅU̷̡̢̡̲̰̟̮͖͈̰̺̺̲͎͉͉͓̰͕̦͙̗̞̘͓͔̳͎̇̈́̐̍̈́̑̽̓̍̄̍̑͒͆̔̓̄͒͂̊̔̉̇̀ͅŤ̸̨̡̛̺̺̞̥̫̺͎̱̩͓͓̟͖̹̯̣̞̦͈̊͒̀̈́͐͛͒̊̊̆̈́̒̏̆̇̅͂̂̑͛͛̉̐͒̋̒͐̚̕͝͝͝͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅ ̶̨̧̛̗̯̹̣̬͖̼̰̯̫̳̩͙̻̮̖̝̜͓̪̥̣̞͉̳͕̺̹̯̩͇̥͖̦͖̮̜̤̣̗̲̰̝̪͚̅̐̿̏̂̃͆̀͌̌̅̅̌̌͘͠͝ͅỚ̸̡̺̯̼̖̩̤̍̿̒̈́̏̄͋̾̓͋́̔̀̒̀͂̊̎̈́̽̇̔͂̅̈́͆̾͋̈́̃̽̌̿̈́͛̀͗̌̕͘̚͘F̷̧̡̡̨̡̢̛͕͇̻̲̝̣͔̞͙͕͎̖̮͙̤̘̲͈̜̲̺̥̞̞͎͉̜̜͉̦̺͖͚̯̻̲͖̫̤́̒͋̈́͂̂̅́́̓̽̂̅̈́̋̒̂͂͛̽̃̄̒͌̃̃̾͐́̇͊͛̚̕̚͝͠ͅͅ ̶̡̛̯͈̯̰̜̩̺̘̥͕͇̠̝̲̖̣̘̬̳͓͓̌̽̌̊̏̂̉͛͒͑̾̅͛̋͑̒̏̽͛̋̓̀̃̊͊̆̇̿̓̏̀͗̄̀̃͘̚̚̕̚͜͝͝͝Y̷̨̝̩̼͚̫̯͎͚̻̲̳̪̩̼͓̟͙̦͚̮̭̬̬̩̖̟̠̗͍̮̗͗̏̄̈́̽̋̀́͗̐̒͑̇͘͜͠͠Ơ̵̧̧̡̛͔̩͖̩̝̺͔̟̳͚͚̠͙̘̟̩͚̝̭̝͚̩̠̘̹̥̟͕̺̾͑̆͂̏̉̑̂̏̆̍͂͛͆̉̈́́̽̓̈́̈́̇̓̓͛́̉͆͑̓̚͜͝͝U̷̧̡̞̭͍̜̣̰̳̳̮̮̤̦̪̫͓̘̬̮͉̘̱̭̳̳̖̘̰͚̎̀̒̃̉͑͆̓̓̔̌̃̐̈́̆͂̌̔͛́̐̈́͊͛̋̿͑͋͒͂̉͌͌̑͑͊͊̇͘̕̚͠͝Ṙ̷̼̏̓̏͒͑͛̎̀͝ ̸̡̡̧̛̛̥̱͈̹̘̝̺͎͖̗̹͓͓̖̩̖̳͚̲̳̥̱̗̦͍̜̗̞̣̠̩̓̈́̑̋͋̇̈́́͋̅̆̀̋̇́́̉̊̒̃̿͋͛̌̇̔̒̃̕̚̕̚̕͝͠͠Ḫ̵̢̢̛̛̛̫̦̥̝̘̦̺͔̹̥̼̟͉̥̞͚̦̼̪̟̙̦̪̭͈̺̦̩̫̥͈̤͆͑̾̏́̒͛̓̈̉̆͑̽̊͑̈́̐͆͂̉̓͌̂̊̅̚͜͜͝͝͝ͅE̶̢̡̧̼͚̗͔̻͓̐̅̀͌͛̌͊͐́A̵̛͉̗̤̼͎̩͖͆̀͌̉̾̑̍͑̈́̿̋̉̓̐̀̅̈́̈́͗̽̓̄̈́̉̆̋͌͘͝͝͝͝D̴̨̡̢̢̡̡̛͍̙̣̗͓͕̺͕̣͚̰̲̤̟̲̙͈̖̰̻͍̫̝͙̳̣̱͖̭̭̥̤͔̭̱̰͕̻͙̙̣̊͌̔͛͛̌̆̏̉̅͑̎̋͌̀̌̈́͐̃͒͋̄̇̅̎͗͆̌̅̐̑̍̆̇͒͘͘͜͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅ!̶̧̡̨̱̳̗͖̲̯̗̳͕̣̫̘̥̜̺̮̩̭̮͚͉̩͕̻̖̗̩̤̹̹̥͇̱̹̝̰̰̜͕̗̣͙̖̮̟̜͂͌͊͂̕
Suddenly, the door in the meeting room was slashed open with a sword. "Why are you here!?" Uma exclaimed, slamming his hands down on the table once again. "You're supposed to be administering the sky!"
Bahu, who was standing in front of the door, smiled. "Boss, we've got Itama Kawasaki - he has a request for you."