Recapping back at the turquoise colored and occupied Palace of Dalmirrus of Paladimee City, Echumeta, inside the throne room as Darkwing is relaxing on the chair, a darksoldier approaches into the room to report to him, saluting and kneeling down to him...

"Lord Darkwing, a visitor would like to see you."

"Huh? Who would that be?"

"Would you like for me to have him meet you?"

"Yes, please! I want to meet this person!"

The darksoldier nodded as he headed back out to the hallway looking to his left, gesturing out to whoever to come into the throne room. A moment later a person wearing all dark black professional attire enters into the room that Darkwing personally recognizes, his demonic maroon eyes widen as he sees a reflex image of that person in his eyes. He jumps out of his throne chair landing to his feet, approaching towards him...

"You!"

"Hey Darkwing, good to see ya, meng! How about a great reunion!" The person said. Darkwing smiled evilly as the two shook hands then fist bumped.

Darkwing smiles evilly as he cracks both his knuckles and his back seeing his ally partner, extending out his hand again for another handshake. The person shakes his hand then fist bumps in a mutual way then does the same for the other hand...

"It's been such a long while and you are here, huh, Blackwing."

"It is very much a long time, stupid centuries of climate changes and ongoing battle, meng, but ya I am here! How's it goin' fo' you, Lord Darkwing?"

He expresses out a pained annoyance and frustration. "Oh, I havin' such a bad day today facing the allied forces of the Solar and Lunar Regime empires. They are gettin' completely underneath my skin! I am very pissed off about it!"

Blackwing smiles evilly and chuckles like it is not a problem for him to do something. "Hmm, I see that you are goin' through such a nigga's moment of strugglin' and husslin'."

"OH IT WON'T BE A PROBLEM IF THE LUNAR REGIME DID NOT INTERCEPT INTO THE BATTLEFIELD AGAINST US! TWO VERSUS ONE IS DEFINITELY WITHOUT A DAMN DOUBT IS UNFAIR!" Darkwing shouted out in anger.

"Hahaha, I fuckin' know that bs feelin', which is why I am here to lend ya a hand, friend. Let's whoop some oranges and blueberry's assholes!" Blackwing said with an evil smirk.

"Ahem, well that be very god-damn kind of yo' to help me with this mothafuckas- dealin' some hell to those "oranges" and "blueberries" pigs! Oh yes that be so damn great if you could, good old friend Blackwing the nigga in command!" Darkwing cited grinning more eviler.

"Hmmm, well I can't think any plans yet on empty fuckin' stomach, friend Darkwing. Mind ya showin' me some company, I mean this is a nice fancy-ass palace you got."

"Pffft, it's more fuckin' hideous, retarded, ugly, smelly, and wretched! VERY FOUL, DISTURBIN' AND ROTTEN! But thank you, Blackwing. I took it away after killin' that old fart bastard whatever that guy's name who was in charge of this palace. Now it belongs to me the great Lord Darkwing Shadowsypher! Well, I will have my men and slaves prep you up some good grubs on the house for you, Blackwing."

Blackwing smiles as Darkwing lay out his hand out to him for a handshake and the two villainous leaders shake hands and fist bumps prior to heading off to the large feast dining hall room. There, the slaves prepare them a hefty warm gourmet meal, five steal course of the eatery on the huge table just for Blackwing and Darkwing. Two of them dig in stuffing their mouths full of food like some wild pigs they are. Eating through their plates, grabbing more food, eating, repeating the process, Blackwing chugs down a whole bottle of gin and liquor while Darkwing takes a smoke break after finishing five plates.

Blackwing echoes out a loud disgusting burp, another belch, and yet another one before he uses the cloth to clean his mouth before sending it down, looking at his friend who is smoking a thick cigar in his mouth, the smoke emanating into the air at its end...

"Mmmmh mmmh! I am glad you and your team of ugly slaves know how to serve up a buffet full of food, I missed these times back when we rebel the whites in the last two centuries! Evil ugly white-heads took all the good stuff away from us niggas. Fuckin' glad we the proud niggas fought back to them and erase those hoein' white fools out of universal's existence!" Blackwing said, drinking up the glass of red-black wine.

"Yes, thank you, Blackwing! My entire party put their efforts into all this, though to me it utterly feels crappy. My nation conquered this state to be served as a founding foothold to begin a new era of chaos within Titanumas! Since you have gotten your belly's worth of food, are you able to think how to dismantle the stupid allies of the two annoyin' regimes on the west side?" Darkwing asked with a plotting smile.

Blackwing coughs a bit after gulping the whole bottle of whiskey. "Of course, Lord Darkwing since you did your fair part of the bargain of feedin' me this luxurious meal, I shall devise a plan to curb stomp those foolish allies that are giving you hell to the western seas."

Blackwing clears his throat after he wipes his mouth clean with the cloth... "My forces are stationed up at the military base in Khihmouth, Jollhovalhn. We have launched a devastating weapon called the ISIS satellite cannon up high in outer space orbit above Titanumas' atmosphere. Blackwis and Blackwise them two controls the firin' device. Once it fires, its EMP large blast radius will render out any electrical components useless- and hence the Solar Regime has the state's bright orange solar force shield protecting its sacred land from enemy's assaults, the big ISIS cannon will smite that shield inoperative! After that, I aim to send some infiltrators to Oranjukai to wither down extra defensive machineries there."

Darkwing smiles evilly and laughs as Blackwing joins the laughter. The two continues to chat as they eat.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the seas, the Darkened Regime main naval and aerial units continue their barrage against the Lunar and Solar Regime near the coastline of Oranjukai. More of Solar Regime and Lunar Regime's naval and aerial defending units arrive to maintain orders at the seas against the enemy as a quarter of both sides taking destructive casualties.

As the clashing roars on throughout, at a military base somewhere located in the military base in Khihmouth, Jollhovalhn. In the control room, Blackwis and Blackwise overseeing the digital radar of the map showing the designated dots between the opposing forces at war. Blackwise pressing a few buttons that operate the ISIS satellite cannon from high in space. Locking onto the target as he applies the firing coordinates aimed at the Solar Regime state of Oranjukai, he pulls down the lever and hits the firing panel button. The satellite began charging up its immense potential power to its maximum before unleashing the blackened colored electromagnetic pulse ion beam on Oranjukai. It strikes in a blink of an eye, it hits home on the land erupting into a major electric explosion, instantly wiping out powers throughout the city. The electric infrastructures cackle going berserk malfunctioning in high voltage overload until it burst into explosions throughout the street in a chain reaction. The huge EMP blast radius almost eliminates every aerial unit of both Solar and Lunar Regime, disable every production in every city, fry and disable every vehicles and ship, destroying the defense turrets, solar panels, and outlet-generators that powers the solar force shield, knocking it inoperative successfully.

The entire ally Solar Regime witnessed it and wondered in surprise, anxiety, shock, and in total panic-desperation as the soldiers and engineers find the solution to repair the powers.

Overseas near the coast from Oranjukai, the downed Solar and Lunar Regime naval ship were wide open to be blown to bits, sitting ducks as the enemy Darkened Regime capitalized and fired on them wiping them out with ease. Of course, the ISIS satellite cannon only affected the allies, not any all targets caught in its mighty huge blast. Back at the military base, Blackwise fires up another blast with the ISIS satellite cannon hitting other states of Sollarisca shutting them off of electrical powers.

Blackwis and Blackwise smiled seeing the result of the blasts, fist bumping. Meantime the Blackened Regime party has taken over the news media outlets in the city of Khihmouth, stating over many false smear campaign advertisements regarding the Solar and Lunar Regime factions. A lot of antagonizing propagandas being made defaming those two allies as well the Blackened Regime news encouraging the citizens of Khihmouth to join either the Darkened or Blackened Regime party to support their causes. Spreading words through other cities and states, Blackwing elites voluntarily helping out the news outlets push forward the recruit as the military enforced out corrupted laws and policies of drafting innocent folks into working for them through brainwashing drug medication tortures, hypnosis, and black voodoo tricks. The Blackened police units arresting kids and families who are supporting the allies being taken into hard labor camps where they work for the enemies to create resources to fund their war efforts. The news advertised several images depicting and shaming the Solar and Lunar Regime, such as showing the bright transparent orange skull in the middle of the Solar Regime representing flag symbol and depicting the Lunar Regime's symbol with rain showers thunder clouds and a transparent poop icon in the middle. More words of the Blackened Regime continue to spread through cities and states, broadening their influences throughout, donating large sums of resources and money income to the Darkened Regime party. Many of the white populations of any race were brutalized by them, shaming them by recording through videotaping as they are being whooped mercilessly by the black police units and soldiers. The literal bad news showed all to the cities in every state within the continent of Eastoppola. Showing the white population being dwindled down as the black military units swarmed in arresting them away, putting them in hard labor camps, execution camps, segregated forced education schools, and viral torture prisons on live broadcasting televisions. Every rebelling protesters throughout the states have been quelled down to ashes with more counting by the formed Black Brutal Brawlers seeking to create injustices and chaos, beating down white protesters with spiked gauntlet brass knuckles and blunter clubs. The blackened troops invade seven to twelve cities quickly radicalizing innocent young populace to join their cause by force while some gunning down resistance in a high racist manner. Moments later over sixty million five-hundred thirty-five of the Eastoppola population into both Darkened and Blackened Regime factions in half, yet counting rapidly while the huge racist purge continues on. The black politics discussing and holding serious debates while the leader is away on spreading their racial influences to the north and north-east of the continent globe. Several black news anchor scouting helicopters fly through the skies broadcasting and capturing every detail of the racial brutality and manslaughters of the civilians of every city as they flee from the black officials. Same goes for the land media anchors driving to record, report, and represent the Blackened Regime news outlet, they manage to capture fifteen of the innocent white elderly populists being hanged to death in the coordinated gallows, they captured the small protesters being gunned down by the black police and troops marching down the streets, they captured the caravan of eight black armors blowing up seven white churches and schools down through the city, and they managed to capture the Blackened Regime officials raising up multiple of their flags up on multiple destroyed buildings. While several of them opened up forced brothels throughout the cities throwing the white feminines as free prostitutes for the radical black populists while raping began to grow through the towns. The Black Regime news captures several gruesome videos of the executions of white victims being headshotted by pump shotguns, butchered by black-colored machetes, and stranged by thick hard threads.

Back at the palace as Darkwing and Blackwing both watching the news of the Blackened Regime news media reporting the occupation of every city of Ethoujan, Egretho, Refraora, Striajan, and Whauque. Seeing multiple visuals of black brutalities against the white nation populace, several arrests being made on them, and the white slaves shackled as they are being whipped to submission as they are being told to work by the blacksoldiers and blackmarines. Darkwing and Blackwing both laugh at the poor innocent beings being owned by the radical Blackened Regime force as they rule over the citywide nation, cheering their glass full of maroon colored wine mixed with gin and whiskey...

"Excellent work, Blackwing! You are totally an asshole dominating the northern part of this region, my friend! I love the hell you put on a good show for the world to see!" Darkwing said with an evil grin.

Blackwing finishes his alcoholic drink before responding back with a chuckle. "Oh hahaha, those mothafuckin' hoes of white eggyolks deserve an eternity of hell for all what they have done to me! I am fuckin' tired-fed up with those pathetic whites tryin' to be the best of all of us niggas! Stealin', takin', butchin' my families! They will all suffer the hellish consequences those mothafuckers are!"

A small moments later, Blackwing's mobile phone rings inside his pocket. "Ehh, that must be my associates callin' me, hold up. Gotta take this phone call."

Darkwing looks at Blackwing as he walks away to another room to answer his phone call then turns to watch the news.

"This is Blackwing yo nigga leader here, what up?"

On the other side of the calling...

"Yo-yo Blackwing nigga, this is Blackwis callin' from the military intellas in Khihmouth, Jollhovalhn. I want to tell ya that the ISIS cannon successfully wiped out the electrical currents within the land of those foolish oranges! Two heavy blasts smite them rotten orange fools, the force shield is down for good, their entire defenses are fried, and their productions should halt from the large blasts. What is the next order, my man Blackwing?"

Blackwing smiled evilly. "Hahahaha! Good work, nigga Blackwis. You and your bro Blackwise nigga make me very proud mothafucker! Now the next step is to have Blackbond, Blackritz, and Blackintel them three niggas be sent to infiltrate that land of the oranges to gather, sabotage, and record any valuable scenes for the Black Regime party. To back that up the Darkened Regime's main forces, send our made B-boats out on the seas. Send out air recon units to scout over the oranges and the blueberries! Other than that keep up raising more bad news for the world to fuckin' see!"

Blackwing then hangs up and rejoins back with Darkwing.

"So, what's up, my man?" Darkwing wonders.

"The foolish Solar Regime empire's lands are left vulnerable to your fullest assault, Lord Darkwing. As I kept my words to you my good ol' friend. They are left defenseless!"

Darkwing grins evilly. "WOW! THANKS SO MUCH, NOW WE CAN STRIKE THEIR MAINLAND WITHOUT MERCY!"

Both Darkwing and Blackwing laugh evilly together as through Darkwing's eyes sees the sudden raining skies of the battle overseas with the naval ships of the Darkened Regime firing everything they got erasing all the allied naval fleet, then striking the mainland of the Solar Regime hitting mountains, plain fields, cities, Infrastructure. Raining downpour of hell at multiple states of the Solar Regime. A fleet of fifteen undetected invisible black recon planes flying overseas to capture the event of the Darkened Regime main warship attacking the lands of the Solar Regime, recording the footage on the global news throughout as they scout the whole scene.

A naval fleet of the Blackened Regime's B-boats arrives behind the Darkened Regime's main forces on the seas firing out special black transparent plasma beam that buffs their firing speed and power, restocking their ammo supplies. The B-boats also fire up special buffing shells providing extra boosts for the air units.

Blackbond, Blackritz, and Blackintel moving out by a stealth helicopter heading through the war-torn seas toward the allied mainland after being briefed by Blackwis and the Blackened Regime intel units.

All while that is going on at once, the Blackened Regime military authorities have pushed themselves into the states of Ashya and Ushela, already repeating hell like the rest of other cities. Force drafting innocent bystanders into serving the Blackened Regime empire, arresting the white populace or killing them on sight, recording the atrocities and taking screenshots to be sent to the news outlets, invading into their homes to secretly record any humiliating secrets then threaten to blackmail them. Several elites manage to photoshoot every city's officials who are in the middle of using the restroom along with a thorough video of it in an attempt to blackmail them into stepping down and surrendering vital lands for the Blackened Regime party.

Blackwis and Blackwise both using the cyber internet source to upload videos of every embarrassing detail the top associates of the resisting city officials failed to surrender onto the news outlet and other social media websites that go viral instantly, being spread by the Blackened Regime members. The cyber internet plagues the majority of the users with breaking news from the corrupted black media depicting the future defeat of the Solar and Lunar Regime parties, the rise of Darkwing's reign with a crown on top of his head sitting on the maroon throne chair, the cities from the east under heavy siege with people being slaughtered or captured, enslaved under the Blackened Regime, more brothels being opened up with white females being forced to work for free as they are being raped left and right.

The black news showing more of the Darkened Regime naval warships and combat air units arriving with the main force overseas while other news shows Blackwing and Darkwing's land units invading more of Eastoppola.

Meantime, Darkroast and Darkchainsaw both have made it through the city after murdering over bodies of six-hundred forty-five sunpolice units, three thousand seventy-five sunsoldiers, two thousand eighty-one sunmarines, and six hundred fifty-five of the sunmarauders and sunrangers in sight before the ISIS cannon went off. The two coated thickly in blood so much they reek of death and metallic liquid as they tread the raining dark and gloomy vivid street looking for more allies to kill...

To be continued...