Chapter 5 Panterra
Obsidian Mask has returned, I consider him a good friend but he's is ever the mercenary. We are kindred spirits and while I am certain he will be able to handle the coming battle with Dominion. I am worried about Thunderbolt. He is a former police officer and is usually quite meticulous about record keeping and clocking in and out, yet as I search for his whereabouts I find no trace. All of his clothes are still in his room and the door is not locked. I sniff the air for his scent but even the strongest trace is days old. Something is wrong. I go to the Surveillance & Security room and begin pouring over the videos and after several hours I see it. At first it looks like Thunderbolt has simply left the room at his fastest pace (which is blindingly quick) but as I slow the recording I see another figure grab him and flee with his unconscious body. There are few creatures that can move that quickly and even rarer still are those who can move so fast that they can attac
Chapter 4 The Scions of Justice
The Scions of Justice
We leave the rest of the investigation in Tanaka's hands, that's just overkill if you ask me. Ray and I head back to the Runt, after checking our status and systems, I contact the Scions of Justice. Thunderbolt (their speedster) answers. This is a problem since he and I had something of a falling out. It all started on this mission to stop some maniac called "Tripwire" from blowing up the IGFW (Inter-Galactic Federation of Worlds) senate building. The dude was packing some serious hardware and the slightest jolt could've set everything off. He had bombs everywhere all set to some pretty intricate circuitry and Thunder-Butt wanted to fry the dude with electricity. I stopped him but that's not why he's mad. If you're thinking maybe I hit him with a Neuralizer pack. You're dead on. He started spewing like a fountain and nearly drowned in his own helmet till I blasted a hole in it. He's not mad about the vomit, it's the bullet that he thought nearly blew off
Chater 3 The Truth Revealed
The Truth Revealed
Back on board the Runt we have our doc check Jedra out and after a clean bill of health he says we can question her. Sitting on the edge of the medical bed she looks around curiously. By this time I have taken off my armor so as to be a bit less intimidating.
"Hello. Are you a Zero-man?"
"Yes, I am. I'm called: Obsidian Mask."
"You don't look like you. Where's your armor?"
By her manner of speech I'd say I'm dealing with a nine year old. She's bright and very brave; this whole thing doesn't seem to have fazed her much.
"My armor is put up right now, but if you can answer some questions for me we'll go and check it out. How does that sound?"
"That would be so wicked!!"
"Okay then, do you have any idea where your parents might have been taken? Or who might have wanted to kidnap them?"
"No, but I can find them with their potato chips!"
"They said they had potato chips inside them that told the government where they are and th
Cpater 2 the Hunt
After my buzz wears off and the jokes are over and everyone's gotten in their Yuks in at my expense, it's time to start looking for that bastard Bypass. We still have no clue what the job was but now we really could care less, our priority is the client, who is hopefully still alive. Harley & Ray gear up in their business suits and you just gotta know we're serious now. Remember I said I had "almost" the largest amount of Absorbium 80 in the known universe? That's because Harley and Ray wear more of it than I do. I am only 5 foot 6 after all. Harley however, stands an imposing 6 feet 4 inches and Ray while less formidable, is still a respectable 5 foot 7 inches. That's several million credits worth of Absorbium 80 on our bodies, and we're gonna let people shoot it. The only thing we're really vulnerable to is slashing attacks from knives and swords, and being crushed to death. Although truth told, we're still not sure of the upper limits of the metal's ab
Chapter 1 The Client
My name is Michael Todd though nowadays I'm probably better known as…Obsidian Mask. I'm an adventurer for hire, a mercenary, and a bit of a private detective. I solve problems, retrieve things, fight bad guys, and find people who others can't.
Today I'm on an alien planet meeting with a client. The initial consult was supposed to be a simple matter: I arrive at the planet "Lunari Prime", I meet the client at the given coordinates and time, and I take the retainer fee, or turn the contract down. However, the client is a no-show.
Unfortunately, the police are punctual as hell. The one screaming at me right now is human, allot of humans live on Lunari Prime.
The dog planet is a huge attraction since the end of the War, what with dog's being "Man's best friend" and all it would seem like a perfect fit. The Lunari themselves are essentially evolved dogs, canines about the same height as a man with an odd culture. In order to rise in station or status,
The Zero Men Prologue
This is the future, Earth, circa 4485: all of the continents are united and planetary peace thrives, nobody squabbles over where they come from or what culture or beliefs are the best. There is no poverty, and no hunger, illness is all but eradicated, it is a world filled with technological wonders as one might expect. Cars can fly, starships travel to distant galaxies, and there are even whole cities undersea. Aliens from all over the galaxy walk the streets as if that is the way it has always been. Here things like Super heroes are now almost commonplace, mostly they're just a bunch of costumed weirdo's with a theme and more often than not, actual super powers. Of course there are tons of "Super villains" to match. Magic is not only an accepted practice, it is actually regulated by laws, permits, and licenses, there's even a branch of government called The Department of Archaic Affairs (or DAA) that handles legal matters dealing strictly with magic, and then there's the Sup
Chapter 12 Imperial showdown.
Twelve hours later as the Runt approaches the Rebel's new base located on Fustarani in the Jenai system. I can't help but feel like this might be a setup. Everything is going too smoothly and the opposition up to this point has been almost nonexistent. I don't like it something doesn't feel right and my instincts are almost never wrong…I'm gonna follow them.
"Helmsman, all stop."
"Aye Sir, All stop."
I place the ship just out of orbit and away from the planet's gravity field. I want to get a good scan of the area before posting up.
"Tactical, I want you to launch a set of cloaked class-A probes with the works. Set trajectory for the other side of the planet and have them return after making a pass around each of Fustarani's moons."
"Aye sir…probes ready…launching…receiving data"
"Display a visual on the main screen."
The probes twist and wind along their programmed paths but it's not until they start to come back that I notice anything odd, and