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C.N.S. OBLIVION
THE NEXUS
NULL TIME
After the movies had finished playing, the holo-screen shut off.
“...And then I got dragged into this mess,” Mike commented.
“And I met you on that same day. Ah, I still remember it as if it were yesterday…”
MIKE’S HOUSE
CLASSIFIED LOCATION, PLANET EARTH, SOL SYSTEM
1208 HOURS, AUGUST 15, 2004 A.D.
*Sigh* “Man, I’m bored.”
Michael E. Thompson, 17 at the time, was running out of things to do. He was usually entertained easily, but he had run out of games to play that he hadn’t already beat. While he often played on Battle.net to while away the time, he usually had to wait for a stupidly long time before one of his favorite maps, called “Dark Deeds,” showed up – and sometimes, it didn't show up at all.
While he was waiting to join a game, he was distracted by the protesting hunger of his tummy. I think I’ll have a few Oreos or something, he thought. Heading downstairs, he opened up the snack cabinet and had a few cookies. Satisfied, he headed back upstairs, licking his fingers.
When he arrived, he noticed that a strange blue glowing dot had materialized in the middle of the room.
I wonder what THAT is…he thought to himself. Cautiously, he touched the odd little thing with his finger; no sooner had he done so than he found himself sucked inside almost instantly, blacking out in the process.
Meanwhile…
THE CITADEL OF DARKNESS
NEW ALCATRAZ, PARIAH SYSTEM
1208 HOURS, AUGUST 15, 3032 A.D.
Inside the dank confines of the Citadel of Darkness, a scheming Akasi awaited as his newest pet arrived from the past.
“Ensign, what is the status on my subject?”
“The target you requested, a Michael E. Thompson, is currently en route to our destination, Lord Akasi. He should be here any moment.”
Just then, Mike hurtled through the portal, completely unconscious from the trip, tumbling over a few times before finally resting on his right side, with his back to Akasi.
“Guards, wake him up.”
With a small taser-like spear, one of Akasi’s bodyguards prodded Mike's side.
“OW!! What’s the big idea, man?” Mike said, massaging the shocked area.
“Silence, fool!” the Ensign hissed. “You have been brought here as a slave to our lord, Nar Akasi.”
“Greetings, Michael,” he stated, insidiously. “I hope we become well-acquainted with each other.”
The Ensign stepped forward. “Lord Akasi, should we set him to work right away?”
“No. He must be exhausted from his little trip. Let’s make sure that he’s…comfortable…hmm hm hm hm hm…”
With a snap of Akasi’s fingers, the guards seized Mike by his arms, and dragged him off.
“Hey! Where are you taking me?!? Let me go!”
“SHUT UP, WORM!” one of the guards barked. “You should just be glad he decided to be lenient to you and didn't send you to the yard immediately.”
“Yeah, heh heh,” the other guard snickered. “Don’t make us have to report this to Lord Akasi.”
Mike shrank back as they continued to drag him down the dank corridors of the Citadel. Small, flickering torches seemed to provide the only light in the halls of stone. Passing by numerous cells, Mike saw the ragged and disheveled bodies of other slaves – some human, others quite obviously not. What twisted hell-hole was this?
The guards eventually stopped at a grimy little cell. The stench – God, it was horrible. What did they use for air-fresheners, “Cigarette butts from last month soaked in urine?” Chains also hung from the far wall, with arm shackles hanging on the freely-swaying ends. A small, 15-inch square window with metal bars was inset into the same wall, with no means of shielding one from the elements. Two splinter-infested planks of wood formed benches on the left and right walls of the cell. Mike could only look hopelessly at his new residence.
“Get in there!” the first guard said, shoving him in. “Enjoy your little suite for the time being, slave,” he spat, mockingly.
(CLANG!)
Dazed and confused, Mike levered himself up from the floor with a hand on his forehead as he massaged the pained spot. The jerk didn't even seem to care that Mike had already been badly injured from his entry. With nothing else to do, he sat down on the bench on the left side of the cell, contemplating his fate. At least he didn't have to worry about sharing a cell with mates who more than likely would give him trouble.
About ten minutes later, he was interrupted by an alarm.
“Feeding time, maggots! Enjoy!” came a voice over a P.A. system. Mike looked off to his right to see brackish green goo being dumped into a pan. It smelled hideous.
If I’m going to be here a while, I may as well get used to it, he thought. Grabbing a revolting glob that squished in his hand, he forcefully shoved it in his mouth. It was the most disgusting taste his tongue had ever experienced, but he managed to choke it down.
A few gut-wrenching minutes later, and he had finished the meal. He laid down on the plank of wood with his hands as a makeshift pillow.
I wish I was out of here.
Just then, he witnessed some guards walking by, chatting about something…
“So, dude, what did you hear from Lord Akasi?”
“I heard that he’s recently made contact with another dimension; he talked about meeting up with some guy named McGowan.”
“Really? Huh, cool. I can’t wait to meet the guy.”
Mike’s head raced with thoughts. McGowan? Do they mean Chade McGowan? The Guild of Free Traders Leader from Escape Velocity: Nova? But that’s impossible…
Alright, just where the crap AM I, anyway? Or, rather, WHEN am I?
Suddenly, an air-raid blared through the dark halls of the building…
[ATTENTION, ALL UNITS! A COMMANDARIAN FIGHTER SQUADRON HAS BEEN SPOTTED! MAN THE QUAD-LASER CANNONS!]
“What? Commandarians? Quad-Laser Cannons? Am I in Star Wars or something?”
His head was again racing with thoughts when he heard a sound that made him freeze with horror: the sound of an incoming bomb.
(KA-VAHHHM!)
Mike ducked under the bench, barely in time to avoid being caught in a fiery blast that erupted less than 10 feet away. Coming out from underneath the wooden plank, he saw that a hole had been gouged in the wall of his cell that faced outside. His joy was quickly lost when he saw the jagged pile of rocks he would have to climb down.
“I’d rather take my chances with a cliff face than put up with one more day of these losers,” he muttered.
Slowly, Mike began his descent down towards the base of the cliff. He cut his hands somewhat, but he had to keep going if he ever wanted to go home. He was only about 20 feet down when he heard a shout.
“Huh? What the…JAIL BREAK! JAIL BREAK! WE HAVE AN ESCAPED SLAVE!”
“Crap, they found out. I gotta keep moving...”
Mike tried to quicken his pace, but it was simply no use. If he went any faster, he risked losing his grip and plummeting down to the bottom of the cliff, which was some 480 feet below him. But Mike knew he would die for sure if he allowed himself to be captured and abused.
But amidst the chaos…
Michael, let go of the cliff face.
“Huh? Who said that?”
Just allow yourself to fall.
“What? But I’ll be killed from the impact!”
Just trust me. You will survive.
Mike took a deep breath, looked up towards the sky, shut his eyes…and shoved off.
I guess this is how it ends…he thought, as he felt the wind rushing past him.
(Whump)
He opened his eyes quickly, and found himself floating in midair. Just then, a ship materialized underneath him. A hatch opened in front of him, and a man wearing an airman’s helmet emerged.
“HURRY, GET IN!” the man shouted. Mike knew he didn’t have to ask twice.
Once inside, Mike was ushered to a room at the back of the ship. It had metal on all sides, but at least it was significantly more inviting than the little piece of Hell he had just been in. Soon, a man in his thirties walked in.
“You are Michael E. Thompson, correct?”
“I am he.”
“Someone here wishes to speak with you. I believe you should easily recognize him.”
Indeed, a familiar face emerged from behind the man; it was Bowser, the Koopa King.
“Hey! You’re...Bowser!” he stammered, not quite understanding what a video game villain was doing here.
“What’s up, friend?” he asked, strangely amiable. “I heard you just went through Hell and back.”
“You can call it that. So, what do you want with me?”
“We heard that you were abducted by a man named Nar Akasi. Do you know who he is?”
“He threw me in a cell, attempted to enslave me, and nearly broke my will. But other than that, I don’t know anything else about him.”
“Well, he’s also the leader of a group called the Joint Renegade/Voinian Alliance. He controls roughly 45% of the known Universe.”
“Hmm. Interesting.”
Without hesitating, Bowser continued…
“Recently, we found out that he had been abducting people from the distant past for his own amusement. The man is a dirty little sicko; he uses slavery, cloning, and even mind-control to bend people to his will. But when we found out that he abducted you, we were particularly alarmed at what we found…”
“What was that?”
“You have the potential to wield psychic abilities with enough training. We had feared had he discovered this, he might have brainwashed you to serve him as a psi-warrior.”
“Psionics, eh? Cool. I’m guessing that’s why you bombed his place, huh?”
“Indeed. We’re currently en route to rendezvous with the rest of the strike force dispatched here to fish you out.”
Mike then asked the one question he wanted to know most.
“Well, this is good n’ all, but…will I be able to go home?”
“Without question,” Bowser answered, reassuringly. “Buuuut...we realized that with proper training, you could become a psi-warrior in the ranks of the Commandarian Empire, the primary ruling power in the Universe at this point in time.”
“Wait…if you say I’m from the past, then...what year is it now?”
“It’s August 15, 3032 A.D.”
“I’ve been flung more than a thousand years into the future? That’s freaky.”
“I must ask you Mike…are you willing to join the Empire as a psi-warrior?”
Mike thought for a second. On the one hand, he didn't want to ever see that man again. But on the other, if he joined with Bowser, and these “Commandarians,” he could be given the opportunity of a lifetime that no one else would ever have. Things he only could have dreamed about would be his to be fulfilled.
“Bowser – sign me up.”
“Perfect!” he replied, clapping his hands together. “Remember, you'll still be able to return to your time; but you will have to occasionally be recalled back to our time by accepting the role of a psi-warrior.”
“Fine by me. I was getting a little bored with my life, anyway.”
With the meeting finished, they headed back to Planet Xyber XVII to begin Mike's training. It was here that he then met Commander, the Supreme Leader of the Empire, himself. From the beginning, Mike knew that he and his superior would become close friends.
No bond of friendship, though, was quite as close as that he shared with Bowser. At first, Mike was a little nervous around the Koopa King, given his track record and all, but Mike soon learned that Bowser had left that all behind to instead unify the people of Creation in the name of peace.
Once Mike had started his training at the academy, his parents were soon informed of their son's new role in the Empire. They were a bit confused and unsure at first, but as time passed, they soon warmed up to the idea.
However, it soon became clear that Mike was different from his peers. Training that normally would have taken months to master seemed to come to Mike near-instantly, learning how to perform psi attacks such as Psi-Lightning in just a few weeks. His mastery of the elements was also amazingly fast, having learned control of all eight in just under 3 months.
Commander closely monitored his progress. Perhaps, he felt, Mike was the one who would lead his people to their destiny, as well the peoples of other Universes. Once he had seen enough, Commander summoned Mike to his quarters.
“You wished to see me, Commander?” Mike asked.
“Indeed I did, Michael,” he replied, turning to face him. “There is something I wish to give you.”
He led Michael to the rear of the room, and procured the Staff of Chaos from his desk.
“A staff?” Mike asked, confused.
“Not just any staff, Michael. This is the Staff of Chaos, a divine artifact created by the original inhabitants of Xyber XVII. It is infused with the powers of the eight elements of the Universe. It is reputed to be able to even transform into other weapons, but we have not seen how. If you are able to do so, I will bestow this mighty relic upon you.”
Geez, no pressure, right? Mike thought to himself.
“I heard that,” Commander replied, slightly annoyed.
“Sorry.”
Mike took the staff from Commander's hands, not quite sure what to do. He looked it over, trying to see if there was some sort of button or switch that could separate it, but it was just a single, seamless piece of Adamantius painted in royal purple.
“Hang on. I got an idea.”
He held the staff out stiffly in front of him, with both hands grasping it. He held it completely vertical, and shut his eyes tightly. He tried imagining himself focusing his will into the staff to make it split – a silly idea, but it was better than nothing.
Suddenly, the staff started glowing a pale yellow light, which got progressively brighter until it was impossible to distinguish any features of the staff. The headpiece suddenly shrunk and narrowed to a blade-like point, and a pair of hilts suddenly appeared about 5 inches above and below the midsection where Mike was grasping the staff.
When the light faded, Mike was able to separate the swords at their bases, and he held them out straight, ready for use.
“Now...I want to see you re-join them.”
Again, Mike focused his will into the swords, this time wishing them to become the staff, which they did.
Commander smiled at his friend. He had seen more than enough.
“Take the staff, Michael. It is yours to command.”
Mike bowed respectfully towards his superior. “It will be an honor, sir,” he replied humbly.
“Also...it's time you saw active duty. You are a soldier no longer, Michael – you shall henceforth be given the rank of Brigadier Chief Commander, and you shall be the Chief of Security of the Navy!” he announced, proudly.
What a joyous occasion. A new future, new friends, and a new mission for his life. Mike was feeling on top of the world. Yet, there was one other thing he already knew...
The real adventure was about to begin at last.
NOTES:
This section was originally called "New Allies." It seemed a bit bland, so I changed it as such. I also didn't include Mike's training the first time 'round, which is a good couple pages that wouldn't have been included.
That said, we're done with backstories. Time to get the real fun started. :)
Chade McGowan and Escape Velocity: Nova © Ambrosia Software
Bowser © Nintendo
The Empire, JR/VA, and all characters w/in ©
warlordmike Me
THE NEXUS
NULL TIME
After the movies had finished playing, the holo-screen shut off.
“...And then I got dragged into this mess,” Mike commented.
“And I met you on that same day. Ah, I still remember it as if it were yesterday…”
---DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE---MIKE’S HOUSE
CLASSIFIED LOCATION, PLANET EARTH, SOL SYSTEM
1208 HOURS, AUGUST 15, 2004 A.D.
*Sigh* “Man, I’m bored.”
Michael E. Thompson, 17 at the time, was running out of things to do. He was usually entertained easily, but he had run out of games to play that he hadn’t already beat. While he often played on Battle.net to while away the time, he usually had to wait for a stupidly long time before one of his favorite maps, called “Dark Deeds,” showed up – and sometimes, it didn't show up at all.
While he was waiting to join a game, he was distracted by the protesting hunger of his tummy. I think I’ll have a few Oreos or something, he thought. Heading downstairs, he opened up the snack cabinet and had a few cookies. Satisfied, he headed back upstairs, licking his fingers.
When he arrived, he noticed that a strange blue glowing dot had materialized in the middle of the room.
I wonder what THAT is…he thought to himself. Cautiously, he touched the odd little thing with his finger; no sooner had he done so than he found himself sucked inside almost instantly, blacking out in the process.
Meanwhile…
THE CITADEL OF DARKNESS
NEW ALCATRAZ, PARIAH SYSTEM
1208 HOURS, AUGUST 15, 3032 A.D.
Inside the dank confines of the Citadel of Darkness, a scheming Akasi awaited as his newest pet arrived from the past.
“Ensign, what is the status on my subject?”
“The target you requested, a Michael E. Thompson, is currently en route to our destination, Lord Akasi. He should be here any moment.”
Just then, Mike hurtled through the portal, completely unconscious from the trip, tumbling over a few times before finally resting on his right side, with his back to Akasi.
“Guards, wake him up.”
With a small taser-like spear, one of Akasi’s bodyguards prodded Mike's side.
“OW!! What’s the big idea, man?” Mike said, massaging the shocked area.
“Silence, fool!” the Ensign hissed. “You have been brought here as a slave to our lord, Nar Akasi.”
“Greetings, Michael,” he stated, insidiously. “I hope we become well-acquainted with each other.”
The Ensign stepped forward. “Lord Akasi, should we set him to work right away?”
“No. He must be exhausted from his little trip. Let’s make sure that he’s…comfortable…hmm hm hm hm hm…”
With a snap of Akasi’s fingers, the guards seized Mike by his arms, and dragged him off.
“Hey! Where are you taking me?!? Let me go!”
“SHUT UP, WORM!” one of the guards barked. “You should just be glad he decided to be lenient to you and didn't send you to the yard immediately.”
“Yeah, heh heh,” the other guard snickered. “Don’t make us have to report this to Lord Akasi.”
Mike shrank back as they continued to drag him down the dank corridors of the Citadel. Small, flickering torches seemed to provide the only light in the halls of stone. Passing by numerous cells, Mike saw the ragged and disheveled bodies of other slaves – some human, others quite obviously not. What twisted hell-hole was this?
The guards eventually stopped at a grimy little cell. The stench – God, it was horrible. What did they use for air-fresheners, “Cigarette butts from last month soaked in urine?” Chains also hung from the far wall, with arm shackles hanging on the freely-swaying ends. A small, 15-inch square window with metal bars was inset into the same wall, with no means of shielding one from the elements. Two splinter-infested planks of wood formed benches on the left and right walls of the cell. Mike could only look hopelessly at his new residence.
“Get in there!” the first guard said, shoving him in. “Enjoy your little suite for the time being, slave,” he spat, mockingly.
(CLANG!)
Dazed and confused, Mike levered himself up from the floor with a hand on his forehead as he massaged the pained spot. The jerk didn't even seem to care that Mike had already been badly injured from his entry. With nothing else to do, he sat down on the bench on the left side of the cell, contemplating his fate. At least he didn't have to worry about sharing a cell with mates who more than likely would give him trouble.
About ten minutes later, he was interrupted by an alarm.
“Feeding time, maggots! Enjoy!” came a voice over a P.A. system. Mike looked off to his right to see brackish green goo being dumped into a pan. It smelled hideous.
If I’m going to be here a while, I may as well get used to it, he thought. Grabbing a revolting glob that squished in his hand, he forcefully shoved it in his mouth. It was the most disgusting taste his tongue had ever experienced, but he managed to choke it down.
A few gut-wrenching minutes later, and he had finished the meal. He laid down on the plank of wood with his hands as a makeshift pillow.
I wish I was out of here.
Just then, he witnessed some guards walking by, chatting about something…
“So, dude, what did you hear from Lord Akasi?”
“I heard that he’s recently made contact with another dimension; he talked about meeting up with some guy named McGowan.”
“Really? Huh, cool. I can’t wait to meet the guy.”
Mike’s head raced with thoughts. McGowan? Do they mean Chade McGowan? The Guild of Free Traders Leader from Escape Velocity: Nova? But that’s impossible…
Alright, just where the crap AM I, anyway? Or, rather, WHEN am I?
Suddenly, an air-raid blared through the dark halls of the building…
[ATTENTION, ALL UNITS! A COMMANDARIAN FIGHTER SQUADRON HAS BEEN SPOTTED! MAN THE QUAD-LASER CANNONS!]
“What? Commandarians? Quad-Laser Cannons? Am I in Star Wars or something?”
His head was again racing with thoughts when he heard a sound that made him freeze with horror: the sound of an incoming bomb.
(KA-VAHHHM!)
Mike ducked under the bench, barely in time to avoid being caught in a fiery blast that erupted less than 10 feet away. Coming out from underneath the wooden plank, he saw that a hole had been gouged in the wall of his cell that faced outside. His joy was quickly lost when he saw the jagged pile of rocks he would have to climb down.
“I’d rather take my chances with a cliff face than put up with one more day of these losers,” he muttered.
Slowly, Mike began his descent down towards the base of the cliff. He cut his hands somewhat, but he had to keep going if he ever wanted to go home. He was only about 20 feet down when he heard a shout.
“Huh? What the…JAIL BREAK! JAIL BREAK! WE HAVE AN ESCAPED SLAVE!”
“Crap, they found out. I gotta keep moving...”
Mike tried to quicken his pace, but it was simply no use. If he went any faster, he risked losing his grip and plummeting down to the bottom of the cliff, which was some 480 feet below him. But Mike knew he would die for sure if he allowed himself to be captured and abused.
But amidst the chaos…
Michael, let go of the cliff face.
“Huh? Who said that?”
Just allow yourself to fall.
“What? But I’ll be killed from the impact!”
Just trust me. You will survive.
Mike took a deep breath, looked up towards the sky, shut his eyes…and shoved off.
I guess this is how it ends…he thought, as he felt the wind rushing past him.
(Whump)
He opened his eyes quickly, and found himself floating in midair. Just then, a ship materialized underneath him. A hatch opened in front of him, and a man wearing an airman’s helmet emerged.
“HURRY, GET IN!” the man shouted. Mike knew he didn’t have to ask twice.
Once inside, Mike was ushered to a room at the back of the ship. It had metal on all sides, but at least it was significantly more inviting than the little piece of Hell he had just been in. Soon, a man in his thirties walked in.
“You are Michael E. Thompson, correct?”
“I am he.”
“Someone here wishes to speak with you. I believe you should easily recognize him.”
Indeed, a familiar face emerged from behind the man; it was Bowser, the Koopa King.
“Hey! You’re...Bowser!” he stammered, not quite understanding what a video game villain was doing here.
“What’s up, friend?” he asked, strangely amiable. “I heard you just went through Hell and back.”
“You can call it that. So, what do you want with me?”
“We heard that you were abducted by a man named Nar Akasi. Do you know who he is?”
“He threw me in a cell, attempted to enslave me, and nearly broke my will. But other than that, I don’t know anything else about him.”
“Well, he’s also the leader of a group called the Joint Renegade/Voinian Alliance. He controls roughly 45% of the known Universe.”
“Hmm. Interesting.”
Without hesitating, Bowser continued…
“Recently, we found out that he had been abducting people from the distant past for his own amusement. The man is a dirty little sicko; he uses slavery, cloning, and even mind-control to bend people to his will. But when we found out that he abducted you, we were particularly alarmed at what we found…”
“What was that?”
“You have the potential to wield psychic abilities with enough training. We had feared had he discovered this, he might have brainwashed you to serve him as a psi-warrior.”
“Psionics, eh? Cool. I’m guessing that’s why you bombed his place, huh?”
“Indeed. We’re currently en route to rendezvous with the rest of the strike force dispatched here to fish you out.”
Mike then asked the one question he wanted to know most.
“Well, this is good n’ all, but…will I be able to go home?”
“Without question,” Bowser answered, reassuringly. “Buuuut...we realized that with proper training, you could become a psi-warrior in the ranks of the Commandarian Empire, the primary ruling power in the Universe at this point in time.”
“Wait…if you say I’m from the past, then...what year is it now?”
“It’s August 15, 3032 A.D.”
“I’ve been flung more than a thousand years into the future? That’s freaky.”
“I must ask you Mike…are you willing to join the Empire as a psi-warrior?”
Mike thought for a second. On the one hand, he didn't want to ever see that man again. But on the other, if he joined with Bowser, and these “Commandarians,” he could be given the opportunity of a lifetime that no one else would ever have. Things he only could have dreamed about would be his to be fulfilled.
“Bowser – sign me up.”
“Perfect!” he replied, clapping his hands together. “Remember, you'll still be able to return to your time; but you will have to occasionally be recalled back to our time by accepting the role of a psi-warrior.”
“Fine by me. I was getting a little bored with my life, anyway.”
With the meeting finished, they headed back to Planet Xyber XVII to begin Mike's training. It was here that he then met Commander, the Supreme Leader of the Empire, himself. From the beginning, Mike knew that he and his superior would become close friends.
No bond of friendship, though, was quite as close as that he shared with Bowser. At first, Mike was a little nervous around the Koopa King, given his track record and all, but Mike soon learned that Bowser had left that all behind to instead unify the people of Creation in the name of peace.
Once Mike had started his training at the academy, his parents were soon informed of their son's new role in the Empire. They were a bit confused and unsure at first, but as time passed, they soon warmed up to the idea.
However, it soon became clear that Mike was different from his peers. Training that normally would have taken months to master seemed to come to Mike near-instantly, learning how to perform psi attacks such as Psi-Lightning in just a few weeks. His mastery of the elements was also amazingly fast, having learned control of all eight in just under 3 months.
Commander closely monitored his progress. Perhaps, he felt, Mike was the one who would lead his people to their destiny, as well the peoples of other Universes. Once he had seen enough, Commander summoned Mike to his quarters.
“You wished to see me, Commander?” Mike asked.
“Indeed I did, Michael,” he replied, turning to face him. “There is something I wish to give you.”
He led Michael to the rear of the room, and procured the Staff of Chaos from his desk.
“A staff?” Mike asked, confused.
“Not just any staff, Michael. This is the Staff of Chaos, a divine artifact created by the original inhabitants of Xyber XVII. It is infused with the powers of the eight elements of the Universe. It is reputed to be able to even transform into other weapons, but we have not seen how. If you are able to do so, I will bestow this mighty relic upon you.”
Geez, no pressure, right? Mike thought to himself.
“I heard that,” Commander replied, slightly annoyed.
“Sorry.”
Mike took the staff from Commander's hands, not quite sure what to do. He looked it over, trying to see if there was some sort of button or switch that could separate it, but it was just a single, seamless piece of Adamantius painted in royal purple.
“Hang on. I got an idea.”
He held the staff out stiffly in front of him, with both hands grasping it. He held it completely vertical, and shut his eyes tightly. He tried imagining himself focusing his will into the staff to make it split – a silly idea, but it was better than nothing.
Suddenly, the staff started glowing a pale yellow light, which got progressively brighter until it was impossible to distinguish any features of the staff. The headpiece suddenly shrunk and narrowed to a blade-like point, and a pair of hilts suddenly appeared about 5 inches above and below the midsection where Mike was grasping the staff.
When the light faded, Mike was able to separate the swords at their bases, and he held them out straight, ready for use.
“Now...I want to see you re-join them.”
Again, Mike focused his will into the swords, this time wishing them to become the staff, which they did.
Commander smiled at his friend. He had seen more than enough.
“Take the staff, Michael. It is yours to command.”
Mike bowed respectfully towards his superior. “It will be an honor, sir,” he replied humbly.
“Also...it's time you saw active duty. You are a soldier no longer, Michael – you shall henceforth be given the rank of Brigadier Chief Commander, and you shall be the Chief of Security of the Navy!” he announced, proudly.
What a joyous occasion. A new future, new friends, and a new mission for his life. Mike was feeling on top of the world. Yet, there was one other thing he already knew...
The real adventure was about to begin at last.
---END TRANSMISSION---NOTES:
This section was originally called "New Allies." It seemed a bit bland, so I changed it as such. I also didn't include Mike's training the first time 'round, which is a good couple pages that wouldn't have been included.
That said, we're done with backstories. Time to get the real fun started. :)
Chade McGowan and Escape Velocity: Nova © Ambrosia Software
Bowser © Nintendo
The Empire, JR/VA, and all characters w/in ©
warlordmike Me
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