"Yes admiral, we're quite sure that what we've picked up from polar bear transitions is true. It's most definitely freezing."
Gris stepped up to the viewscreen in the weathered, metal control room.
"Incredible," he murmured, "I've never seen one this big. Or fast."
"Yes," replied Admiral Trik, "But you've never seen a dimension this large collapsing. None of us have."
Both penguins glanced again at the viewscreens, as the greyish freeze drifted further and further over the world.
"Well, this was certainly an interesting time we had here." commented Trik, breaking the long silence.
"Yes. Pity we didn't manage to defeat the polar bears."
"They didn't defeat us either. Sure, Turkey got crushed, but that was strictly human affairs."
"Yes, but some of the final battles weren't."
Trik nodded, an odd look entering his dark eyes.
"Gris, have you ever given thought to these...
other penguins?"
"Which ones?"
"Those following Lord Penn Gwynn."
"Those ones? Not much, we've never contacted them."
"Well, we still haven't, but from both the intercepted transmission and our own sensors, I think we've found them. Watch this."
Trik pressed a few buttons, and some videos appeared on the screen.
"Watch this one."
Audio/Video Link said:
That was when the penguins stopped Draar by hitting him with a well-aimed tactical nuclear missile
Gris watched a penguin firing the weapon at the huge polar bear.
"We'd never use one of those!" said both penguins simultaneously.
"Exactly." said Trik, "These penguins are advanced, and they're not ours. And there's more evidence. Watch this!"
The screen shifted and blurred. A picture of the upper atmospheres of the dimension came into view.
The Penguinskan battlefleet was engaged in battle with unknown enemy ships.
"Damn!" muttered Gris, flashing back to his times in ZPNES.
"Yep. Flying Animated Titanics. These are definitely the penguins we're been looking for."
"Well, looks like we're winning anyway."
"S'true."
On the screen, the animated titanics began to flicker, then disappeared.
"Freeze frame." chuckled Trik.
"Anyway," started Gris, "this dimension is going to be frozen up soon. Are we evacuating?"
"Yes. Our foreign forces have already pulled out and are leaving. A few of us have agreed to be frozen into here, should it ever unfreeze."
"Sounds good." said Gris, "When to we leave?"
"Soon. We just have to do one more thing. Get the NESers out."
"Most are gone already. The mod has left, if the transmission intercept was at all accurate."
"Alright. Contact Iggy."
Gris tapped his commlink.
"Gris here, sir, it's time to get out of this dimension."
"Thank you Gris. Prepare a ship."
"Yes sir. Consider it done."
Iggy tapped a button on his command console. The NES screen went dark. Then the whole system folded in on itself, folding into a small dark piece of metal about as large as his palm. He pocketed it, then hit a green button on the wall. The door rose with a clank and a hiss of steam.
Two guards stood by the door. They followed Iggy as he crutched through the corridors. He grabbed some weapons hanging off the wall, and slung them over his back. Turning around a corner he found himself in the control room.
"Good to see you again."
"Glad you're still in one piece."
"Yes. We took a nasty beating there."
"Admittedly. But almost no penguins were lost."
"Well, that's good. Let's get going."
Iggy and several other penguins began to enter the transport.
"We're in!" said Trik, "Let's go."
The roof above the transport opened up, and it took off.
Iggy leaned out of a window and took a few shots at a greek. The man screamed as he burst into flames from the molten-hot rounds fired from the penguin weapon.
"Relax, the NES is over. It's not breaking any rules. Besides, the Polar bears have attached nukes to sumerians before. It's not like we're doing what no one else has done before."
The ship began to break free of the atmosphere. Iggy wisely chose to close the window.
Within a few minutes, they had docked in the supercarrier.
NES2 V was finished to them, at least for now. Next target: ITNES Revived. And hunting the followers of the mysterious Lord Penn Gwynn.