The story i present before you is as you can guess is a big crossover between the works of Adrian Nock (CH), Aaron Foster (MG), and me (PR), with me writing the story no less. It started off as a continuation of Aaron's comic Gun Street Hogs (a crossover between Gunsmith cats street fighter and Sonic) in which it had a fair few elements that i wanted to expand on to make this story possible.

Naturally on that note i should mention i think you should look up Cosmic hero and Mangagaga on the net otherwise a majority of the references will go well over your head. Maybe try typing "gun street hogs" into google. You can even try getting on Adrian and Aaron's deviantart accounts under the names Ace-Spark and Gagaman, (alternatively you can go to my deviantart account).

As for my works the alternative name for Psyomaster Ryuken is Kouryu Sukuinushi. Although bits are being rewritten at the moment you can find that one on my account here too.

I should address that these are original works by us and is not intended to be fanfiction. I should also note that i havepermission from Adrian and Aaron to upload these here. Go bug them if you don't believe me.

Just about it. Enjoy, over and out.

Cosmic hero vs Mangagaga vs Psyomaster Ryuken

Story by Thomas Tuke

Part 1: The Prologue

Tourist. That’s how he felt. That’s what some people have called him; a fish in foreign waters; and questions were the only things swimming in the ocean that was his mind.

Rocking back and forth in the wooden carriage of the train, the tourist huddled. Through the state of Illinois the freight train hurtled across the track on its course to a major US city. Its cargo was an array of goods and materials transported for consumption by the public. Unknowingly amongst the shipment were the odd stowaway vagrant and shadowy traveller, remaining elusive to disdainful eyes.

The tourist was stationed on top of a pile of hay. He distinctly deemed it necessary to remain hidden within the shadows, no one being able to make out any details, let alone notice him much. His youthful eyes gazed forward, keeping a gaze at the doorway, watching each bit of bleak scenery run past. His sight was such. It was like they were human looking, yet inhuman feeling. They hinted ancient heritage, and that they had seen things beyond a man’s wildest dreams.

Questions were whizzing around in this tourist’s calculative head, questions that needed answering. He kept his cool quite strongly, for he was reassured that they were to be answered soon enough.

And his questions would not be the only ones to be answered.

“Hey…Are we there yet?” another question shot out, this time not from his mind but that of a newfound companion.

“We’ve been travelling like for days. I’m sick of this already.” A second voice spoke.

The tourist’s lips spoke. “Patience, Rufai…we’ll be there soon enough.”

“Patience hell! Why don’t you just tell us were you’re leading us to?” she was quite inquistive “What makes you so damn sure we’re gonna get answers and get the hell oughta here?”

“I have to agree with Rufai here. We appreciate you helping us out earlier but if you’re just leading us nowhere then why should we trust you?” The first voice spoke again.

“Well you can either trust me or billions of others you don’t know.” His lips spoke again whilst his eyes came fixed to the door opening.

Nearby a child amongst the group laid down looking up to the ceiling of the carriage. “Sigh…There’s just nothing to do in this shaky old train thingy.”

The carriage rocked back and forth again.

All throughout the trip the tourist oddly kept his cool with his group. If he could handle his jobs of all jobs then handling a trio of impatient brats would be a breeze. But he did have some pity for them. They were lost, confused and far away from home. What they were feeling was natural.

He reached into his coat and drew out a magazine he had picked up on his travels as means of looking up the society on this world. Turning to the 3 youthful women he tossed it over them to keep them occupied. “Here; reading material.”

The magazine landed on the redhead’s lap as the other two gathered closely. Pretty much a gossip magazine, the magazine was never the less alien to them based on their out worldly inheritance.

“Hey you know we can’t read this language.” The pointy eared blond blurted across the room

“Suit yourself.” The tourist let of a gentle low sigh. “Still plenty of pictures in there to amuse yourselves with.”

And he wasn’t lying. As soon as the elf reluctantly opened the first page her eyes were instantly glued to the guy named “Mr Bishy”. She was ecstatic. “Oh Wow! What a hunk!”

All of the sudden the other two girls were also all over like laboratory apes seeing what was all the fuss, randomly quipping “Ooh! Ahh!” and “Kawaii.” The tourist could almost smile.

He turned his eyes to the door once more. After a moment of listening to their noises he turned back to them remind himself of who was entrusted with.

First up, with large red hair coming down over and from her fringe to her back was an adolescent named Mink. No older than 16, her eyes set on her cute face were also a fire red, as they observed with a somewhat mystical demeanour. The proportions for her developing body were average for a girl at her age, though more mass was structured around her legs. A large brown coat was the only thing covering the bikini-clad armour clothing she wore beneath, a local from a medieval land no less.

Most strikingly were the yellow horns sprouting backgrounds from her temples and if it weren’t for the coat her tail would clearly be visible. Mink claimed to be a dragon half and having a hard time because of it. The tourist scrutinised such details and was all too sympathetic in this case; they both had a few things in common, though he felt she didn’t know the half of herself.

Mink was the daughter of a famous swordsman and a she-dragon in her home world. Before she was warped here Mink and her buddies were on a quest to defeat the notorious demon king, but more importantly get a potion that would transform her into a pure human so she could marry some guy on TV. The tourist himself felt she should rather be proud of what she was, but he wondered if anything could get in the way of her young love.

Second on the list was a blond elf named Rufai. She was the same age and had the same built as Mink though lacked the same swordsmanship, super strength and fire breathing abilities as her more reptilian chum. Along with her green eyes Rufai wore what looked like some casual earth clothing; some jeans and a top. She had a cap on the floor nearby by didn’t like it very much.

Rufai was a close friend to Mink, though she was more of a pervert and possible trickster out of the two. The two of them along with the Pia, were on their quest to liberate their lands from the tyrannical clutches of the demon lord. Rufai was mostly in it for a chance at fame and fortune with the obvious cute guy thrown in for good measure.

Rufai’s family were both elves, of the sorcery of nature. Rufai had told the tourist that her father was a great and powerful magician. The tourist knew she was lying.

Pia was the third of the 3 girls. She was smaller and younger compared to her teenage companions. She had dark hair and eyes with and armour-plated outfit not skimpy like that of the original garments of Mink and Rufai. She was full of enthusiasm, such is expected at her young age but perhaps she had yet to understand the themes that they did. The tourist made note of her age in particular, it’s usually the young ones that are first to detect when there’s something wrong.

Pia was the offspring of dwarf and human, both of which were over-protective of their child. Pia tagged along for the sake of being with her friends. It was obvious for all the odd bit of bickering here and there that she looked up to them like the elder siblings she never had, especially Mink.

From taking out a lighter out from a pocket the tourist decided he needed a cigarette and started to look around for a packet he left somewhere. As he did he wondered where was the whereabouts of a 4th companion

“Mew?” the tourist’s eyes turned his eyes to a small rodent-like creature to his right. It was none of than Mappy, Pia’s pet fairy mouse. As cute as its appearance was, he knew that at the hint of danger this tiny mouse would transform into a ferocious bear like creature to defend itself and others. It was certainly Pia’s trump card in arguments with Rufai.

Between its lips Mappy held the half-empty packet of cigarettes, offering it to his friend.

“Thank you.” The tourist obliquely took them off him and gave him a pat on the head for his efforts. Unlike perhaps the others Mappy had quickly grown to trust him for whatever reason. He scurried along anyway not wanting to inhale the cigarette smoke.

The tourist drew out a single placed an end between his lips and lit up. He had never been much of a smoker; this had to be the first cigarette in what seemed like years. If anything he would prefer smoking from an oriental Hubble-bubble. Not that nicotine or tar had any effect on him. The unique elements within his fire-breathing organs and body prevented him from suffering any problems associated with smoking.

As the inhale of Tobacco fuming plastered his lungs in its unique caress, the weary traveller, seated in the shade looked out through the door opening, the questions raced about his head once more, silencing any confidence he had in returning to normality. How did he and his companions get here? How would they get back? What if they couldn’t? What then?

He inhaled and exhaled a few more fumes, observing the fumes fly out the window. When he gave it a second thought he could make a few connections in his situation; the linkage between dragons, smoke, and flying, and unspeakable powers.

And that was when the questions ceased to circle around and gave way to the flood of recent memories. A great wrath was brought upon a land in his reality by a most vicious and powerful dictator, and it was up to him to end his reign of terror. Great battles had taken place not to long ago for him, both physically and mentally, against madmen and monsters, and with the most dangerous foes he had yet encountered. As tough as it was, he had emerged victorious, yet the war had changed him, both for the worse and the better. For all the rewards, the win came at a price. He had lost something valuable, and it was in these gruelling moments in which he swore he would never let it happen again to anyone, let alone anyone he may hold dear.

Lost in nostalgia, the tourist stood up and walked towards the door into the light, not wanting his companions to inhale any of his smoke. He got a better look at the scenery around them and examined the sudden change and degradation of speed in the train. Slowly coming back to reality he realised what it meant.

“Well gang it looks like we’re here.”

The group stopped playing about behind him in quick realisation. They looked at his tall silhouette standing out against the light and instantly noticed the distant background of the big city. Mink, Rufai and Pia were almost hopping with joy knowing they had finally made. “Really?”

“Yup.” He spoke once more exhaling another batch of smoke, observing the height of all those tall buildings. Somehow in this city, for all his doubt the tourist’s hope in getting the right answers was firmly reassured.

“Guess this is Chicago; our stop. Now all we need to do is locate her whereabouts.”

It was the afternoon, nearly pushing on to 3pm. Not too far off from the big city a GT 500 drove through the neighbourhood on the outskirts of the town. It wasn’t too bad a neighbourhood at that, a nice place to settle down.

The car drove into the driveway of the owner’s house and parked just near the garage. Out stepped a dark haired woman in her early 50s, an American Indian ethnicity clung onto her dark skinned being.

Irene Vincent was a lady who had many jobs in her time. Starting off as the owner of a gun shop she along with her partner were also bounty hunters working for the Chicago police. Many a criminal they had foiled in their time, Irene’s strong sense of justice had always prevailed in her pursuits of their pay.

And after a striking unusual event within her youth, in bizarre twist of fate to her heroic danger seeking lifestyle, she also wrote a bizarre yet beautifully illustrated book, intended mainly for children. It had received mixed views by the critics but it was fairly successful in its time, 30 years ago.

Irene had settled down now however. The 3 decades that flew by had eroded her tough and reckless demeanour in favour of raising a family and a loving home, something she perhaps never suspected back at the start of her business. Yet as she approached her house with a bag full of shopping, she was quick to notice that someone had already broken in. The signs for someone of her talent were all too clear.

Gently placing her shopping on the floor, Irene drew out a CZ75 Semi-automatic from within her coat, and treaded with caution into her home.

She keeps Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette

What were beginning to worry Irene were the methods the intruder had used to break in. Nothing broken that she could see, it didn’t seem like the doing of an ordinary burglar, and what was worse, it seemed as if the intruder knew she was coming, as a means of letting her find him.

No one in sight, but she could hear the record player, the intruder had put on Killer Queen by those notorious rock legends. Irene cautiously proceeded to see if there was anyone in the living room.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have a gun.” A trebled voice spoke out from inside that room before she could enter. “Nor do I mean to intrude or harm.”

Irene sprang around the corner of the doorway, CZ aimed directly at a sofa looking towards a window where the intruder was sitting. “Ok pal! Hands up where I can see them.”

“Forgive me for my intrusion into your decent home.” The voice seemingly not human spoke out once more, though the man never once got himself off from the seat. “No one was home when I came, and we need a little chat.”

“Oh yeah?” Irene had not lost her instincts in the least, and was pretty sure her aim hadn’t degraded in the least. “C’mon hands up. Up you get.”

“You’re the author of the book Psycho egg aren’t you?” the man cut straight to his point. At first Irene did not answer, wondering how on earth this man was able to find her address. She was hesitant to speak at first but feeling in charge with the gun in her hand she plucked up a bit of courage. “Yeah…what’s it to you?”

Irene heard a few pages turn, the visitor seemingly reading something.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs Vincent. I’ve been reading your novel. Its good stuff.” The visitor turned a few more pages in his hands. “I particularly like the way you emphasize the energy of chaos towards the ending.”

Irene began to take a few steps towards the large armchair, gun still raised. The musical track was reaching a guitar solo by Brian May.

“Of course there has been some critics that have slagged off this novel by saying it lack a consistent coherent plot. But I think that’s what makes it quite unique and special. That it there’s no correct answer. A good piece of fiction in any case.”

Drop of a hat she's as willing as
Playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
She's all out to get you

Irene suddenly noticed that the record player stopped. No hand had touched it, and the controller was just to her side, not in the visitor’s hands. It was like magic.

“But that’s the thing isn’t Rally?” the visitor placed the book on a nearby coffee stand and proceeded to stand up. “It can’t be fiction. Not if I’m standing here.”

Eyes widening a shiver of shock shrivelled down Irene spine as the visitor, the tourist from the train ride to Chicago stood tall over her. His shape was human enough, wearing a bizarre decorated black trench coat, but swinging back and forth from behind was a pair of glittery red wings and tail translucent in the light. His nose-less face wasn’t quite right either, black reptilian leather skin across his body. A crown and large ear wings clung around his temple and brow, long hair seemed to droop down to his shoulder blades as a pair of brownish horns sprouted forward from the very top of his skull.

And as Irene looked into those vacant glowing red eyes, a clutch of fear clung onto her already worried being. She realised there and then that her traumatic past had comeback to haunt her once more.

The visitors tongue poked out from his mouth for a brief moment to taste the air, and went back in. They both had a few matters to discuss. “Let’s have a little chat shall we?”

The tourist sat down at the table, having introduced himself as Ryu. “Again I apoligise for taking advantage of your hospitality like this Rally. In this circumstance you’d were the first person I’d thought I’d come to.”

“It’s no problem.” Irene brought in the shopping, speaking perhaps with some disdain towards her guest. How Ryu managed to find out where she lived was beyond her. She wasn’t used to being called Rally after all these years either. “I just hope no one else comes crashing on my door.”

“Shouldn’t think so.” Ryu took a sip of green tea. “I and a few newfound companions are the only ones here.”

“I’d bet.” Irene put some of tins away in the cupboards. “Not enough room in those freak worlds of yours for you?”

“You’ll pardon me for saying so, but we’re just lost people wanting to get back to where we came, and for that I need some answers.” Ryu looked on, beckoning Irene to sit down at the table with him.

“Alright I’ll tell you what I know.” Irene sighed bringing her cup of coffee over to the table. “I just hope I’m not gonna get jumped by a hedgehog or anything like that…”

Ryu kept the book closely as he rested his chin on his connecting hands, waiting for what Rally had to say

“It started off back in my bounty hunting days, when I was working with the police. My current assignment at the time was the investigation of the shipment of a new illegal drug named “Troll” but it was abruptly brought to a halt when a senior detective from the force had something bigger in store. Roy assigned my to track down the leader of a now defunct terrorist organisation named Shadowloo, who had plans on world domination, starting with the destruction of New York city. I was to team up with Chun Li from Interpol in pursuit of the guy. Seemed basic enough, but things are never that simple.”

“Walking the path is always like that.” Ryu spoke during her pause.

“Unfortunately the leader Vega had already disposed of the bomb squad that went ahead in advance narrowing down the amount of time we had and leaving it up to me and the others. That was when things went were blown far out of proportion when my friend Becky introduced me to this unique device she had bought for 120 grand.”

“A device” Ryu asked.

“Yeah, a device for the TV. Becky claimed that it had the power bring characters from the TV into the real world. Dunno how it worked. It just did and Becky was sure as hell right when you brought forth a plumber from a videogame.” Irene took a sip of her coffee before turning to the visitor “Makes me wonder what franchise you’re from. Never in all my years have I seen someone like you.”

“Perhaps its not that easy.” Ryu speculated, looking up. “I’ve heard a theory back in my day, about how through its ongoing energy that one side of the universe could very well be a reflection of the other. It could be in relation with the supposed dimensions in the universe, and that when designing some the characters the creators had a somewhat psychic inspiration based on that theory within their dreams and imaginings from the beings from these separate universes.” He took another pause. “But I guess some creator has yet to think me up in this reality.”

Irene nodded before going on. “With time running out we decided we’d get help getting there by bringing out the fastest hedgehog in videogame history; Sonic.”

“The symbol of youth-like fire and heroic defiance.” Ryu kept a close eye on the book pages, being turned by his wing as she spoke.

“As well as being a perverted furry.” Irene jested. She somehow could at least respect Ryu for admiring her writing.

“After teaming up from my old friend Bean we set off to New York in search for Vega. But trouble brewed when Eggman, a nemesis of our hedgehog friend also emerged from the TV warp and after an alliance with Vega himself he posed further problems. Even after our meet up with Interpol we seemed no match for them. Though Sonic pretty much wanted to kick some ass big time when his other furry friends came forth too.”

Ryu took another sip of his tea finishing it off. By keeping a close eye on the pages he could see that her tale was coming to an end.

“Then the whole damn world was thrown into chaos as character after character from every franchise sprang forth from the warp to pointless battle with each other. The bomb plot was foiled, but New York had hit the shitter amongst the battle.” Some of the words were getting harder to come out as she reached the end. She placed her fingers on her brow.

“Oh god it was some mad stuff, man. It sucked. Me, May, Bean and Misty, and Chun Li and her pals, we tried to keep control of the situation, you know, have a fighting chance…but…”

“Sometimes fighting back can make whatever’s inevitable easier to accept. You can’t hate yourself for trying.”

“I know...” Irene gathered her bearings “At least it came to an end. For whatever reason at the peak of the insanity a tornado appeared out of nowhere sucking up all the characters in on mass storm and propelled them straight back to whence they game, the world returning to normal.”

“You describe it as a wrath of god in your novel; a deliberate intervention from some unknown force of rationality destroying the body of the manic with its spear of vengeance.”

“I just wish I could really do something at that time. Something needed to be done.” Irene looked out the window to see the distant brewing clouds. “After that Vega was apprehended without the help of Eggman and his minions, and we all went our separate ways. I eventually wrote Psycho egg as a way of trying to understand what had happened, and maybe addressing what happens when you play around with things beyond your control.”

Irene kept an eye on the time, knowing that it would soon be time to pick her daughter up from afternoon class. “Sometimes after all the damage done I wish we had just destroyed that machine when we knew of the pain it would inflict…”

Ryu cut to his big question. “What happened to it?”

“We don’t know. When Vega was taken in he claimed he had lost the device. And after frantic searching for it even we couldn’t find it. We assumed it was gone after the cataclysmic surge that ended the ordeal.” Irene finished off her coffee when she turned again to Ryu. “But I guess not if you’re here.”

Ryu nodded, not giving a vocal response and turned his head. He was a bit aggravated knowing that this device was just out of his reach. A few moments passed. Irene had no words to comfort him at first herself. “I’m sorry.”

Ryu spoke “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” He got up and walked over to the sink to wash out his cup. “I guess whoever has found it and using it, will probably use it again. The more he uses it the easier it’ll be to track him down.

“Maybe the reason you’re here has something to do with all those space invaders popping down on this planet.”

Ryu’s head looked up. “Space invaders? You mean…”

“Didn’t you read the headlines?” Irene asked, “Cosmic heroes halt alien attack.”

“Ah could be.” Ryu’s trebled voice pondered. “Maybe someone wanted me here for good reason.”

“Or a bad one…” sudden suspicion hitched onto her voice “Hey, you’re not one of them are you? Those aliens?”

“If I was you’d be dead I’d bet.” Ryu’s tail took Irene’s empty cup away and placed it under the sink. “And you have no information vital for those aliens anyway so there you go.”

Ryu observed the clean cups in his hand. “I find it’s always the actions that determine a creature never the appearances.” He slowly turned around to Irene. “I mean what do you think?”

Irene mentioned nothing for a while, and for a while more stayed silent as Ryu’s motionless face gazed for an answer.

“I see that you’re fearful Irene.” Ryu broke the silence “You’re not afraid of me, but knowing that I’m here you’re afraid of a repeat of what happened all those years ago.”

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder in firm assurance. “Rest assured. You will not relive that same chaos again. Not you, nor your friends, nor your family.”

Irene let loose a low sigh as she stared into the eyes, somehow believing the words he spoke. She was about to ask him or thank him when she suddenly realized.

“Oh jeezus I’m late” She ran off to find her keys “I’ve gotta pick up my daughter.”

Ryu already knew through his mind reading abilities that she trusted him, even within this short time that they’ve met. His motionless face observed Irene move from left to right, when a question popped into his mind. “What’s her name by the way?”

“Huh. Oh Anri.”

“Anri eh?” Ryu proceeded towards the front door, knowing that he had outstayed his welcome. “I’ll remember that.”

The two of them were outside, Ryu observed the sky as Irene was about to start up her car. She turned around to take one last look at the dragon man. This was a legacy she had thought she was long rid of she thought. She hoped this man would finally bring an end to this evil that had grasped the world once more.

“I guess this is a goodbye then huh?” Irene sighed, “Will I see you again?”

Ryu remained motionless as he kept his gaze at the brewing clouds. “One last question. Will you be writing another novel after these events?”

Irene was taken a bit by surprise and did not know the answer fully for herself.

“Just curious.” Ryu got the idea. “Farewell.”

With that he shimmered and vanished into the wilderness, Irene taken by surprise. “Farewell…Ryu.”

An unexpected shower descended down on Chicago city, touching every corner. Ryu observed the gloomy weather, standing on the balcony of one of many of the skyscrapers. He pondered on the things he had learnt just now, and further amount of waiting that needed to be done.

He was still reassured it would seem. The time will come he thought.

But as he looked down onto the city below, he had a sure feeling that soon he would be righting again, just like he was back in his home world.

As the raindrops came down across his face he sighed again, mentioning the first thing that came to mind when all the facts became present. “Mink and the gang must be hungry.”

His wings suddenly spread out as he leaped off the building and flew down into madness that was planet Earth, like a fish in foreign waters, with questions being the amongst several things swimming in the ocean of his mind.