Song of the Swans (archive)

## **Prologue**

The Beginning of the End

The war was nearing its end. Every minifigure could feel it, Intrepid Fusion Eclipse especially. Avant Gardens, the world he spent the most time on, was at last clear of Maelstrom. The worlds of Gnarled Forest and Forbidden Valley were only minimally infected now, their infections quarantined and held down to such an extent that they could not resurge. Only Crux Prime was left with a dangerous amount of dark forces. He'd seen it on the internet, or on TV, about every minifigure had. Thanks to an accidental explosion during a scouting mission, the Venture League had unearthed another Maelstrom mine, this time far beneath the fragment's surface. The faction leaders had organized a daring attack, by the combined forces of every faction, a final strike into the heart of the Maelstrom.

Rank 3 soldiers from every world were called to take part. The reserves were enlisted. Meanwhile, lesser ranked members and even the F2P were brought over to defend Nexus Tower, the obvious Maelstrom target in case the strike team were to fail. Preliminary scouting reports had discovered a nearly uncountable number of new Maelstrom enemies in the mine, forged from the infected rock itself. The Myriad, they were called, and they had to be defeated now.

Every able bodied Rank 3 was on Crux Prime now. Hundreds of minifigures stood with the faction leaders on the edge of the crevice revealed by the explosion. Charred rock crunched at their feet, blown out from the ground. Down in the crevice was a ground floor intersected by streams of exposed magma that glowed not orange but purple, Maelstrom to its core. Stromlings, Ronin, and never before seen Maelstrom Rock creatures, born of the infected world itself, occupied the crevice. They guarded a series of tunnels that disappeared into the crevice's wall.

Of the hundreds of minifigures, there were brave fighters, retired veterans, brainstormers fresh out of their laboratories, property builders - they were all here. Even minifigures who were better off elsewhere, weary minifigures, who were not ready to endure the gruelings of this war again, not yet. But they were here anyway. Intrepid Fusion Eclipse could think of two such persons, and that was why he, a Level 45 F2Per, stood in the crowd as well. He wasn't a Rank 3, not in just one faction, but in everything.

It was easy for his pals to hack him into the Nexus Force's membership database, not once but four times. He was four different people: Aiden, a Sentinel with Rank 3 kits in Space Ranger, Samurai, and Knight. Alex was a Venture Leaguer who was Rank 3 in all of its respective classes as well. Same for Chloe and Evelyne of the Assembly and Paradox. Nevermind that those were girls' names and he was obviously a boy if you inspected him long enough, but under his Bat Lord helmet and Breastplate of Armored Inspiration, no one could tell. He could switch into any faction's gear at will, if he needed too.

The Bat Lord gear wasn't his. It was Grand Masterly Shadow's, but he had loaned them to Intrepid for the mission since they fit in and because Intrepid's own set was lost.

Duke Exeter was restating the battle plan and the rules of engagement. "Group A will first clear the opening, and Group B will provide support from here and those two points." He pointed to two outcroppings on the other side of the crevice. Once given the clear, Groups B and C will enter the tunnels."

Hael Storm stepped forwards. "Stick in groups of four, keep eyes on each other but leave enough room to move!" The minifigures nodded.

"I think I'm Group C. I'm going into the tunnels." the minifigure in front of Intrepid said softly. He wore black Paradox Space Marauder gear, and looked strong enough in his armor, but Intrepid could see that his shoulders were sagged. He wasn't completely fit for a number of reasons. Under his helmet, Intrepid pictured brown hair and a weary face, with eyes that were alert, but ultimately unsure of himself and his capabilities.

Intrepid patted him on the shoulder and handed him some Hiccup Tablets. "Take some my rations. You'll be fine."

A Sentinel Samurai standing next to the Space Marauder said gloomily, "I'm in Group C too."

Intrepid handed her a notion potion and she drank it with dramatic vigor. "You'll both be fine." he grumbled. "You don't see me complaining. Across all of my identities, I'm in all the Groups."

"Haha." the Samurai said. "Now you said you'd shush about that."

"I will."

"I'm in Group A." another voice announced. Intrepid turned to face a decked out Buccaneer, who spoke excitedly. "Duke Exeter will be leading the first charge, but I'm going to get ahead of him and deliver the first punch. I've got this new Mk5 Pea Shooter with Talli Reeko's name on it."

The mentioned Stromling Invader commander was in the crevice the last time Intrepid saw. And as the weakest of the Crux Prime bosses, everyone loved calling first dibs on smashing him. This Buccaneer would be lucky if he could run faster than Group A's Daredevils.

A hush fell over the army as Group A was called to assemble. "See you in Nexus Tower." the Buccaneer said, and went to join Duke. He disappeared out of the throng that was Group C, not to be spoken to again for a time no one could know for certain. But people can hope.

"We'll see him again." Intrepid said brightly.

"No one's suggesting otherwise." the Space Marauder pouted.

"You need more hiccup tablets, my boy." Intrepid said.

"Since when are you the joker?" the Samurai asked.

"That's Evelyne talking." Intrepid said. "Okay, Aide- I mean Intrepid's back. And I'm as sour as you. This whole thing is horrible."

"I wouldn't say that," the Samurai said. "We're ending the war."

"The ends don't justify the means."

"Well it's a nice ending!"

The Samurai sighed. Intrepid sighed.

Group A began their charge.

The end of the war was about to begin.

One Month Earlier

The rocky ground that stretched for miles outside Nexus Tower was empty and clear, but Charles remembered it differently. The last time he was here, the location was covered in a purple mist, so foggy it was like a fence, so thick it could be felt, and impossible to see through. But now this part of Crux Prime was as scrubbed clean as a liberated Block Yard.

Ironically, only the discarded bricks of a Spider Boss lay in one spot on the former battlefield. The remains were previously Maelstrom infected but were now as inert as the ground he stood upon. A most vicious battle had been fought here, Charles knew. He saw pictures of it on a computer in the house where he had been staying.

Now he stood at this very spot, looking into the sky at the spire of Imagination, extending up from the top of Nexus Tower and out into space. It was taller, thicker, and brighter than ever before, and more brilliant when viewed in person. Apparently it was growing, and Doctor Overbuild wanted to delegate more teams to study it. They were only held back by the also large presence of Maelstrom Dragons and Dragon Invaders that had amassed around the Nexus's circumferance, flying around and around it, always circling, always in the air, never landing. There were so many of them that no careful person would want to send anyone near them, or be near them at all. It was quite oxymorous that Maelstrom dragons would hang out near their polar opposite, the Imagination Nexus itself, but Intrepid Fusion Eclipse had explained it to him simply. "We own Crux Prime now. Where else can they go?"

Looking up from this calm part of the previously harsh, frenzious world, Charles could see the Dragons now. They were just dark specks, contrasting against the brilliant glow of the Nexus. There was also a gray, shiny, metallic speck, as well, that was streaking across the sky fast and banking irregularly, headed for the Nexus. Not a dragon, but a rocket. It would reach the Dragons soon, and that made Charles anxious.

Otherwise the air was empty, the day was cool and quiet, the winds were still. Charles closed his eyes and breathed in Crux Prime. The new world calmed him. Crux Prime used to be such a harsh place, vibrant and violent, chaotic, but now there was peace. It was not the Crux Prime he remembered, but he was happy to let the new Crux Prime overwrite his old feelings for the world. It was different, but also the same. He welcomed it. It was good and better.

Footsteps approached from behind, and Charles opened his eyes. He turned to the smiling boy at his side. Usually a proudly dressed Venture League Buccaneer, it was unsual for his friend to dress casually. But it was a special occasion.

"Good to be back, huh?" his friend said.

Charles nodded and laughed. "That's the fifth time you've asked me that, and I will give you the same answer every time, my good friend. It's better to see you again, Cheerful Power Rover."

Rover gave him a slap on the back. "And me you, Gallant Strong Cyclone!"

**Song of the Swans - Being the Seventh Book in the Stromling Saga**

## Part 1

### **Chapter 1**

Charles was better known by his Nexus Force given name, Gallant Strong Cyclone. It was the name his friends both knew him and addressed him by. It was what Kate called him, speaking into his earpiece over subdimensional radio communications. "Cyclone!" she screamed. "You should be up here with us!"

Looking up at the sky, the metallic object swooped and dove in a large, random, elliptic path around the Imagination Nexus, buzzing the Dragons. It was too far for him to discern its features, but he knew it was a double cockpit Pod Rocket. Cyclone heard Kate's laugh as the rocket did an aileron roll in front of a particularly purple Dragon, attracting it to pursue. The rocket then blasted towards another Dragon before twisting up and around, causing the pursuing Dragon to collide with the other one. They both fell a few hundred feet downwards in the sky before regaining control. If Dragons had expressions, these ones looked annoyed.

Cyclone heard Rover laughing next to him, since he had a subdimensional radio receiver as well. It was amusing, but Cyclone was not keen to forgetting caution. "What are you doing up there?" he asked.

They heard Intrepid's response. "We're getting a closer look at the Imagination Nexus."

Cyclone looked dismayed as three Dragons suffered a mid-air collision this time. "That's not what you're doing."

"If you're so interested in knowing, come up and see for yourself!" Kate shouted with a whoop.

"Our rocket's back there," Rover said, angling his chin and pointing with his hand to another double cockpit Pod Rocket, parked on the ground nearby.

Cyclone shook his head. "No... Kate, Fusion... guys, this seems dangerous."

"Everything is, to some degree." Intrepid said.

"But this is unnecessarily-"

"Besides, the average minifigure is more likely to smash from a landshark attack than a Maelstrom infected lizard." Kate said.

"That's why you should be up here, where you're safe from the landsharks!"

Rover laughed at the exchange. "Let them have their fun, chap." he said. "They'll be fine." He lead Cyclone back to their rocket. "Now let me tell you about the time I took an arrow to the knee..."

"It's not fun for me," Cyclone protested, craning his neck to the sky again, even though he was trying to ignore them. The whoops and screams of fun, more like terror, in his ear didn't help. He took the radio device out. "Who designed these things? They're the clearest I've ever heard."

Rover shrugged. "Intrep gave them to us, ask him. I'd ask him, where'd subdimensional come from? It's not a mainstream technology."

"No, it isn't." Cyclone agreed. "But from what I've gathered, without this dimension-ing magic, Kate and I would still be stuck in another universe. And I haven't gathered much, since Fusion's been-"

"-more than unccomunicative." Rover finished. "Secretive. Elusive. But hey, you're back, we're together again. It's great! How long do you plan on staying out of action, by the way?"

Cyclone shrugged. "I don't know. Mostly I want to stay relaxed and keep exploring what we left behind, but we've basically covered all of the Nimbus System by now. Now I just want to kick back and enjoy the peace and quiet."

Rover smiled. "Got it, man. I can see how our losers of travel partners aren't helping. We can fly back to Nimbus Station."

"Nah," Cyclone said. "I'm fine waiting. Tell me about that, what was it, 'Arrow to the knee'?"

After the two "losers" finally stopped harassing the dragons, the quartet proceeded in their two rockets to their Nimbus City apartment, in Nimbus Station. The world was still in the process of being urbanized for civilian life; perhaps it was premature, with the war still going on, but properties were running out and people needed places to live. Nimbus City and its suburban towns were young and fresh. Intrepid had rented a flat for Cyclone and Kate with his money, while they still worked with the Nexus Force on getting their assets unfrozen. Behind the scenes, Grand Masterly Shadow and Elite Distant Tofu were hacking the Nexus Force vault and freeing Cyclone and Kate's stuff themselves. They were all hanging out in the apartment now. It was big and roomy, and quite luxurious too, and no one objected to six people crashing in the living room yet: Intrepid Fusion Eclipse, Grand Masterly Shadow, Elite Distant Tofu, Cyclone, Kate, and another guy called Calm Thoughtful Tornado.

It was Tornado who unlocked the door when Intrepid, Cyclone, and Kate returned from their day trip to Crux Prime. Rover had gone his own way, so it was just the three of them.

"What's for dinner?" Intrepid asked immediately.

"We're hungry." Kate added.

"No one's ordered anything." Tornado reported.

"What are they doing?" Intrepid asked.

"Playing Brick Clicker while they pretend to hack the Nexus Force vault."

Intrepid's brows furrowed. "And what have you been doing?"

Tornado's face reddened. "Playing Brick Clicker."

Next to Cyclone, Kate was happy to dramatically facepalm. When no one said anything, she asked, "That's still a thing, right?"

"Clicking flash games are the thing now." Intrepid said, heading for the dinette and looking in the refrigerator. "We have milk, leftover rice, and bread. Who wants rice sandwiches?"

"I'll order takeout," Cyclone volunteered.

"We have enough leftovers to sell our own takeout." Intrepid said. "Discounted of course."

"Now someone has a sense of humor." Kate said. Intrepid looked up, then back to the refrigerator, becoming silent.

"Takeout it is, then." Cyclone announced, and went to the phones. On the dinette's bar, there was a pile of some twenty prepaid I-bricks plugged into charging hubs. Cyclone tried to find his I-brick at first, so he gave up and grabbed the first one off the top, and was about to call Sue Shi's 'Straunt when suddenly all of the phones rang at once. Cyclone jumped back, surprised. Kate, Tornado, and Intrepid all looked at him, and Intrepid ran over.

"It wasn't me." Cyclone said, while Intrepid inspected the phones. Then he turned to one of the bedrooms and screamed.

"Luke!" Intrepid shouted. "You gotta fix the programming, they're not supposed to be doing this!"

Grand Masterly Shadow's blond head popped out of the doorway. "Yeah, that's wrong. Just ignore them."

"So... loud..." Tornado groaned.

"Death to my ears." Kate said, getting up. "We should go outside."

Intrepid pressed OFF on one phone and the ringing stopped. "No need." he said. He read the caller idea. "It was my brother. I'll call him back."

"You have a brother?" Kate asked. "Why'd he do that to us?"

"Yeah... his calls are supposed to have a higher priority. And someone interpreted that to mean they should ring on all the phones."

Cyclone raised an eyebrow. "I don't think prepaid phones are supposed to work like that."

Intrepid jerked a thumb in the direction of the bedroom. "These ones do, after what we've done to them."

"I admit it was a bad idea!" Luke called.

Intrepid stepped outside into the apartment hallway, taking his I-brick with him. He closed the door behind him.

"I'll still get some air." Kate said, heading for the apartment's balcony. "You coming, Cyclone?"

"Sure," he said. Intrepid was gone, Luke was quiet from the bedroom, where presumably he and Elite Distant Tofu were programming, and Tornado sat around doing nothing. Cyclone finished ordering a shipment of takeout, then went to join Kate outside.

Their apartment was on the twentieth floor, so there was much of the scenic Nimbus Station to overlook from the balcony. Kate had her hands hanging over the edge, the rest of her leaning on the railing when Cyclone stepped out. The wind was present but fairly slow, but it still managed to rustle Cyclone's brown hair. It danced around in front of his face, and he grabbed at it and sighed.

"I need a haircut." he said.

"Me too." Kate agreed, still looking at the city. "Those Assembly sure build fast. There wasn't a Nimbus City last time we were here."

"I think we lived in Brick Annex." Cyclone said.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" Her voice was wistful, though Nimbus City seemed nice enough to Cyclone. Maybe it was something to do with their flatmates.

Over the balcony's edge, Nimbus City spread for miles, its streets and buildings rolling over Nimbus Station's characteristic hills, with parks and trees dotting the landscape in every square. At its edge were clumps of trees that remained after the urbanization, with smaller suburban housing built in the forests, not in place of them. Those houses would need additional reinforcement to survive falling trees, Cyclone's inner engineer noted. Perhaps in the future the trees would need removal after all. Or they could be transplanted, lifted up and put on top of the houses. Maybe he should join the Assembly Engineer's Guild and patent that.

The door opened again, and a younger teenage girl with shoulder length red hair walked onto the balcony. Cyclone and Kate turned to her. She was one of Intrepid's teammates, he recognized, Elite Distant Tofu, who was apparently named Mara. "Hey," she said, "I just wanted to let you two know, while you were out sightseeing this lovely afternoon, we got a visit from a Nexus Force officer. The Force is interested in meeting with you two again, if you're keen." She shrugged. "Personally I'm surprised they tracked us here, since we bought the house in Luke's and my name."

Kate and Cyclone shared a glance. "Interesting. Forgive me for asking, but are you guys anarchists or someting?" Kate asked.

Elite laughed. "No, just independent. Just so you're aware, they will visit again tomorrow."

Cyclone shrugged too. "Okay. Sounds cool to me."

"I'm sure it is." Elite said, and left.

The takeout delivery arrived before Intrepid came back. When all of them sans Intrepid were seated in the dinette or the couches in the living room, Cyclone asked, "Should we wait for him?"

"No," Luke replied, and dove into his fish and rice. The others followed suit.

The evening turned to night, and the time passed midnight without Intrepid coming back.

"He's still outside the building," Luke replied when Cyclone asked about him.

"How do you know?" Cyclone asked.

"Tracker." Luke said. "We look out for each other."

"Oh."

"Do we have trackers too?" asked Kate, who was listening from a couch in the living room.

"No. Want one?"

"No."

"By 'no', Luke means not yet." Elite said. "We'll get them on you soon enough."

"No!" Kate shouted.

Cyclone left Intrepid's two weird friends, and sat next to the couch on the floor. Tornado lay sprawled on the other couch, asleep. The past week's nights that they lived in the flat, Luke and Mara had shared different halves of the floor in their "bedroom", which actually did not have a bed, rather just two chairs, two desks, and lots of computers, while Tornado, Cyclone, Kate, and Intrepid alternated between the couches and the floor in the living room.

"Honestly," Cyclone said, "we should set up the second bedroom already. With beds."

"Who would get them?" Kate asked with a yawn.

Cyclone rubbed his back. "I want one."

"These couches are nice."

"I wouldn't mind one either."

Kate clutched her blanket. "Sorry, your turn was yesterday."

Cyclone smiled and curled up on the carpet.

\*\*\*\*\*

He was awoken early the next morning by the sound of loud rustling, clanging, and tossing of things into a backpack. Rubbing sleep out of his eyes, Cyclone squinted until he saw what was making all the noise. Indeed, a backpack was on the dinette table, and Intrepid was throwing clothes, weapons, rockets, consumables, and all sorts of stuff into it. Their landlord's eyes fell on the pile of prepaid phones, and he went and grabbed a bunch into his arms. A couple fell on the floor, and the ones he didn't drop were shoved into his backpack.

"Going somewhere?" Cyclone asked.

"Yes." Intrepid huffed.

"Now?"

"Yes."

"Why the rush?"

"I feel like it." Intrepid said, then he looked into his backpack, a cunfuzzled look on his face. Then he reached in and starting throwing stuff out. "Where is it, where is it..." he muttered. A stray object flew through the air and bounced onto the other couch, thumping sleeping beauty on the head.

"Ow!" Tornado cried, glaring at everyone before stuffing his head under his pillow.

"Found it." Intrepid said triumphantly, taking out a strange black rectangular object. He frowned at it, then disappeared into Luke and Mara's room. He came back with a screwdriver, a wiring kit, and electrical tape, set all that on the table, then had to go back into the room to bring his thing back, and bring that back to the table. He began operating on the object, and some sparks flew out.

"Wear a welding mask," Cyclone grumbled, shielding his eyes. On the couch next to him, Kate stirred and awoke as well. She opened her eyes once and regretted it.

"Darn it Intrepid, what are you doing?" she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed now.

"Done!" Intrepid announced, lifting up a wristband made of electrical tape and tied up wires, with the black object, now a square, on one side like a watchpiece. He put it on and let it settle tightly in place.

Cyclone's eyes widened in recognition. "Is that the thing you used...?"

"Yeah." Intrepid said, before tossing his tools in his backpack and putting that on as well. He looked up. "My friends, it's been great to see you all, but now I must I bid you farewell. I am leaving."

Cyclone's eyes maintained their wideness as his thoughts turned to confusion, and he stood up. "Wait, tell me more? What? Why?"

The bedroom door opened, and Luke and Mara ran out. "You can't." she said.

Intrepid turned to her. "Wait, tell me more? What? Why?" he demanded.

"A Nexus Force official is visiting today and wants to see you." Elite said.

"What?" Intrepid repeated. "This is the first I've heard of this. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I told them," Elite said, pointing to Cyclone and Kate.

"You didn’t say anything about Intrepid," Kate pointed out.

Elite looked miffed. "Oh, well now you know."

Intrepid sighed. "This isn't something I can wait for. I've got to leave."

Kate got up, and with an aggressive steadfastness no one except Cyclone could expect from her, said, "You're being very vague about this, Intrepid. Can't you just tell us WHY you have to go, and where? Maybe we can help you."

Intrepid threw his backpack on the ground and looked at the ceiling. "Ugh." he grumbled. "Fine. You won't understand."

Kate smiled. "Try me." she challenged.

Intrepid began. "Make of it what you will. My family was smashed in a Maelstrom attack on a planet called Elistra III, five years ago, just after I joined the Nexus Force."

"Oh." Kate said. "Intrepid, that's horrible." She looked troubled.

Intrepid nodded. "But that's just what I thought." He continued. "My brother called last night, and said he'd received a strange call from someone claiming to be a relative? That's all he said he was, my brother said, but he had something to say about missing evacuation ships, as well as the 'fracturing of dimensions' around my home planet?"

"More of this dimensions stuff?" Luke cried out.

"I think we're all lost at that." Kate said.

"I'm as confused as the rest of us," Intrepid said, and by the look on his face he seemed sincerely unsure. "But... there seems to be more I can learn more about their deaths, and, this caller seems to be implying there's a chance..."

Intrepid looked directly at Cyclone and Kate now. Intrepid's eyes were wide, almost as much as Kate's were, and Cyclone's as well if he guessed. He knew what Intrepid was going to say next.

"There's a chance I can save them, like I saved you."

He let that sit.

\*\*\*\*\*

Intrepid swallowed the lump in his throat and looked down, shaking his head again while he studied the floor, instead of everyone's faces. Last he saw, they were all looking at him, or at each other, taking that in.

Kate's voice broke the silence. "I..." she started, "I'll just say, I still don't exactly get the whole dimensions aspect of things. You told Cylone and I something about it, before, when you rescued us. Barely anything to make sense of, though. Could you tell us more?"

She looked at him expectantly, Cyclone as well. Intrepid still wasn't sure what to tell them about transdimensional maneuvers, what he knew, and how much more it concerned him... and them. He looked up and shared a long glance with both Cyclone and Kate, turning to one then the other. And he said, hoping to sound genuine, "I'd love to explain more, later, but I barely know anything either. There are things I still need to figure out, before I can tell you anything more. I'm as clueless as you." Intrepid doubted they bought it, but he could hope.

He quickly changed the subject. "It's ridiculous to think my family's can be alive - I can't make any sense of it, so I'm not counting on it. I can think about learning the most about the Maelstrom attack as I can. I want to do the right thing and hopefully find the evacuation ships, or their wreckage, and help put to rest those who were lost. It's a personal mission, so none of you have to come." He slung on his backpack, and looked at his 'watch'. He could use it and go... but he was hesitant. He turned to his friends.

"We are coming." Luke said resolutely, and Elite gave him thumbs up, signaling her affirmation. Intrepid smiled. He could count on them.

Tornado groaned and stayed under his pillow. "I'll scare away the Nexus Force." he mumbled.

"Best stay out of sight so you're not sent back to jail." Intrepid advised. Tornado seemed content with holding the fort. Then Intrepid turned to the other two people in the room.

Cyclone was looking at Kate, who looked back at him. "Sounds more interesting than talking to the Nexus Force." she joked. She and Cyclone turned to Intrepid.

"It's the least we can do for you, Intrepid." Cyclone stated. "We'll come with you. We'll help.”

For Intrepid, he wasn't sure if this complicated things more than it helped. But he could appreciate extra eyes. And he needed to work on his people skills, so the experience would help, right? "I want to say thanks, you all, for sticking with me. It's settled then." He grabbed the first spare backpack and tossed it to Cyclone, who caught it with both hands.

"Pack up and let's go."

### **Chapter 2**

The rocket zoomed across the heavens, nothing but the darkness of space above it, and empty air separating it from the ground. The pilot liked nighttime flights. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, perhaps just in this part of the world, but here he could pretend he was really flying in space.

The call came suddenly, and it startled the young pilot. Setting the controls to the RC rocket to autopilot, Intrepid reached into his shirt pocket for the buzzing Brickia. It was his dad's old phone, but now it was his to play with. Brickias never lost their clutch power, people said! Indeed, it was an 11 year old cellphone by this lovely year of 2010, but it was still capable of taking calls. The only problem was that Intrepid, whose name at this time was actually Aiden, never really expected a call, since it ran out of service years ago....

Aiden was scared, excited, and intrepid. He felt interest and trepidation at answering this mysterious call. He pressed the green button and put the Brickia to his ear. "Hello?"

The voice that answered sounded familiar, but foreign. Bewildering. Bewitching. "Glad to hear you're safe." a man's voice said. "We'll speak again."

"Who are you?" Aiden asked.

Then the call clicked off.

Aiden looked around. Spooked, he landed the rocket and took it inside the house with him. He locked the doors and never took a nighttime flight again.

\*\*\*\*\*

*Six Years Later*

The Nimbus sun shone brightly in the rearview mirror of Intrepid's Pod Rocket as it streaked out of the system, headed for the fourth star in a far off star cluster.

"Engaging hyperdrive," he said into his comm for his travelmates to hear, and flipped a switch on the controlboard. The cockpit glass artificially dimmed as the stars lit up exponentially, and stretched to form streaks. Without the auto-dimming feature, he'd have to wear sunglasses to protect from the unnatural expansion of light and heat that came with hyperspace travel. Either way, it was a long trip ahead and helped bored occupants fall asleep.

It was technically daytime in local Nimbus Station time, which Intrepid had spent the last week acclimating too again, so he wasn't tired enough to try sleeping. He also didn't want to sleep.

He began to think. He thought about where they were going. Elistra III was a beautiful world with beautiful cities. A lot had been done in the years since the attack to fix it up and restore its beauty. He hadn't been there to see the rebuilding but he'd seen the results. He thought about the efforts of his brother, Alex. Alex had made a name for himself as a handyman and a problem solver. He ran a business, and he was only fifteen. It helped that he was the brother of Intrepid Fusion Eclipse, who was infamous among the Elistrans for coming to save them... nevermind it'd taken awhile.

Intrepid realized he was quite the hero to many people. It bugged him, and he found himself thinking about the rest of his family... he hadn't come back in time to save them. He’d helped bury those who were smashed. Most of them were unidentified – he’d recognized just one family member. He hadn’t been a hero to them.

But what if they were alive, and he found them?

Intrepid shook his head to clear the thought, as he did every other time his brainwaves broached the subject - but this time it stuck. He didn't like it. He never allowed himself to think about his family, who he lost. He was a hero to Alex and the others because he came back and did save them, but he'd saved only them because he'd wasted time on Avant Gardens, when he could have come back earlier. Then he could have saved everyone. Their deaths were his fault, and he couldn't allow himself to think about that. The shaking of his head turned spastic, enough to prompt a reponse from the travelmate who sat in his own rocket with him. She'd been so quiet for once that if he'd forgotten she was there he might have screamed. But her voice pulled him back into reality.

"Commotionem capitis in populis."

Intrepid turned around and for a second he thought he was staring at a particular red haired girl... no. He blinked. It was just Kate. And she was in his rocket. He frowned.

"What'd you just say?" he asked.

Kate pointed at him. "That thing you did there, shaking of your head, it's called 'commotionem capitis' in Latin."

Intrepid frowned harder. "What's Latin?"

"It's a language I picked up in another dimension." She smiled and leaned forwards. "I thought you'd know something about that."

Intrepid frowned as hard as he could, and his forehead muscles started hurting. "Here's something I don't know: why are you in my rocket?"

"First," Kate began, counting her fingers to enumerate, "it conserves energy to share a ride. That's another thing you get taught a lot in the other dimension. Second, this is a two seater rocket, so why not? See first. Third, I want to talk to you."

"Oh."

Intrepid turned back to the front of the rocket and eased his eyebrows. Aaah. Much better. He wasn't sure what else to say about that, except, "Oh." He contemplated ignoring her and just watching the stars go by. The Pod Rocket's twin engines were mesmerizing when he tried angling his eyes outwards to stare at them both at the same time, but that hurt his eyes. And it was rude.

"I don't really want to talk..." Intrepid started.

"Fine!" Kate said. Intrepid almost turned around again, surprised. She gave up that easily? Well, good for him. Now, with his eyebrows aching from all his frowny faces, he actually did feel like lying back and sleeping.

Out of courtesy, he asked, "Do you have enough room back there?"

"That's talking! But yeah, I do. Why?"

"Will you have room if I recline?"

"There's plenty of room for me to recline too."

"Good to know." Intrepid said, and he began to lean his seat back, but not before sliding it forwards. "I've never really sat in the back..."

Kate was silent, as if she was waiting. She WAS waiting, for him. Intrepid realized what he did. He was talking! No way. If she had some reverse-psycological plan to get him talking, it was working. Not anymore! He shut his mouth, and stayed shut up. He shut his eyes, too.

This was going to be a long ride.

* + - * +

Intrepid actually fell into a dreamless sleep, and when he awoke it was to an unholy buzzing in his pocket. His I-brick? He reached down and indeed, he had an incoming call from an unknown number.

"You have reception in space?" Kate asked, perplexed.

Intrepid raised his eyebrows, and leaned his seat forwards. "I didn't think so..." he said, puzzled.

He felt Kate's smirk behind his back. "More dimensional technology?"

"I haven't figured it out that much yet," Intrepid assured her, and brought the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

The voice that answered was that of a man. "Glad to hear your voice, Aiden."

"What?" Intrepid responded. The voice almost sounded familiar, but it was not a voice he recognized. He didn't think he'd heard it before... "Who is this?"

He saw Kate gesturing in the rearview mirror. "Speaker phone." she hissed. Intrepid complied, and set it as such.

"Aiden." the voice continued. "All you need to know is our family is safe. And I can help you find them."

Intrepid met the reflection of Kate's eyes. They burned with an intense inquisitiveness. This call wasn't doing anything to ease his mind either. "And, you are?" Intrepid repeated.

The mysterious caller laughed, and some recessed part of Intrepid's brain expected the caller to hang up then. But instead, after a pause, the voice replied, "Oh, as if I haven't made it obvious enough! I'm closely related to you."

"Prove it." Intrepid pressed.

"I know who you're close with." the caller began, and warning bells began to flash in Intrepid's head. How much did he want the others to know? How much did *he* want to know? He hovered a finger over the OFF button.

"You have a brother, Alex, who you miss very much. But even more, you miss your father, your mother, and your two sisters." the caller said. "Who else are you close with? If we extend from the familial to the physical, then you'd be sitting close to a certain Ka-"

"Enough!" Intrepid shouted. "Give me a name or I'm hanging up now."

The caller laughed again. "Talmid. Tiberius Talmid."

Intrepid raised his eyebrows again. Did the name Tiberius ring a bell? No. He'd never heard it paired with his family name. And anyone could find his family's name by looking in the yellowpages. He took a moment to say nothing.

"Remember me, yet?" the voice who called himself Tiberius asked.

Intrepid sighed. "Never heard of you." he stated, and hung up.

He turned around to meet Kate's gaze. Her eyebrows were raised, too. "Odd." she said. "Can't say I've heard of him either. So I certainly don't remember him."

Regarding that last part... Intrepid realized sullenly, perhaps the caller wasn't so unknown after all. He hadn't known his name at the time, and he still didn't know his motives, but if Intrepid looked back enough, he realized he actually did remember a certain mysterious caller. The vocal mannerisms and accent were familiar. It had to be Tiberius. And this unnerved Intrepid.

This meant that he didn't only have an estranged relative, but an estranged relative who had been stalking him for the last six years of his life. Maybe more.

Of course this unnerved him. What else did Tiberius know?

\*\*\*\*\*

"I want everyone to maintain constant radio contact from now on." Intrepid's voice instructed.

"Gotcha fam." Luke radioed in from his rocket.

"Sure." Elite said from hers.

Cyclone did as he said and turned his transmitter on. "What's going on, Intrepid?" he asked. He looked around, outside the cockpit glass, in front of him, to the sides, and behind. There was nothing peculiar out in space that he could see, that could hint to Intrepid's order.

Kate's voice cut in. "We're being spied on."

Concerned, Cyclone asked, "Shouldn't we not be talking to each other, then?"

"Apparently that doesn't matter." Intrepid interrupted.

"What do you mean?" Cyclone asked.

"Yeah, what do you mean?" Kate pressed.

Intrepid groaned very audibly. "It doesn't matter what we say, when, how, and to who, because there's this creepazoid out there who knows everything!"

"What Intrepid means," Kate translated, "is we got a strange call from someone who told us things about us, what we're doing, now."

Cyclone shivered. "That's disconcerting."

"You bet."

Cyclone continued looking around. Space looked normal as far as he could see, as far as hyperspace-stretched stars appeared normal. The other three rockets, Luke's and Mara's and Intrepid and Kate's, cruised along ahead of his. He looked at his sensors, extended the range, and did a double take.

"Anyone else picking up something large directly in front of us?" he inquired.

"Yes." Luke reported. "But I don't see anything."

As he continued watching, Cyclone noticed that the radar blip wasn't changing position on the screen... relative to his rocket, it wasn't moving. It was staying at the same distance ahead of them. *Following* them.

"I think we should-" he started.

"I'll drop into normalspace and troubleshoot this." Intrepid said. "Could be a sensor glitch?" Cyclone detected something present in Intrepid's voice. Was he sounding hopeful?

"You're a sensor glitch." Elite said. Luke laughed.

"What even-" Intrepid began.

"I've been fixing these rockets for years. Any claims of 'sensor glitches', I take as personal insults to my ability, and I am only responding in kind." Elite said.

Intrepid responded by returning his and Kate's Pod Rocket to normalspace. Immediately on Cyclone's screen, the radar blip began to close in.

"Not a sensor glitch!" Intrepid verified. "It's the Maelstrom."

Cyclone pressed a switch, and his rocket returned to normal speeds as well. Luke and Mara followed suit. In front of them, to their horror, was a variety of Nexus Force spacecraft flying in an intercept formation. There were personal rockets like theirs, larger cargo rockets, and even a Venture class cruiser.

And they were all infected with Maelstrom.

Cyclone set his jaw. The pilots of the other rockets knew what to do. He could see their shield generators charging up, auxiliary fins swinging into position for extra maneuverability, and their weapons systems, whatever they had, deploying and getting ready to fight. Missile racks folded out from under their fuselages and previously concealed laser turrets popped out of blast doors.

Cyclone's pressed a button with the icon of a pea shooter, and his own rocket began to transform into the same fighting machine as the others.

"We're not just running away from this?" he asked.

He imagined Grand Masterly Shadow's chest puffing up as the blond haired boy said most valorously, "We serve the goodness of minifigurekind. We will always fight until this Maelstrom threat is vanquished, never to hurt any good minifigure again! Or until we smash trying."

"Try not to get smashed," Intrepid chided. The Maelstrom fleet was getting closer now. "These guys are in the way between here and Elistra, so we have no choice but to fight here and lose them now, or they'll follow us all the way there."

According to his computer, the Maelstrom were now ten seconds away. Cyclone gripped his flightstick. "I haven't fought the Maelstrom in more than a year," he said, "and even then, I don't think it was ever in a rocket."

Five seconds.

"There's a first time for everything." Kate said. "Look at me-\_~, \*static\* -br- I get to fire a turret." Her voice was becoming garbled as the Maelstrom fleet began to jam their transmissions. Cyclone thought he heard her finish with, "See you guys on the other side."

Three seconds.

Cyclone responded, though he doubted she could hear him anymore, "You too, Kate."

One second left and the Maelstrom were here. Cyclone's hands closed around the triggers on his control sticks, and taking a deep breath he squeezed them.

### **Chapter 3**

It may come as a surprise to most minifigures, that the Maelstrom's reach can be felt even outside the Nimbus System. It was these extraplanetary forces that attacked the infamous Venture Explorer. They were known to patrol between the worlds of the Nimbus System, especially around the Darnau, but some Maelstrom infected ships were seen farther out, preying on other Nexus Force troop ships. A lot of Stromlings and Mechs can be sourced from ships full of recruits.

\*\*\*\*\*

One moment space was calm, peaceful, quiet. The next moment it was a chaotic deathtrap to anything without shields. Silent missiles, launched from Luke and Mara's rockets, exploded prematurely, confusing the first squadron of Stromling rockets and scattering their formation. Cyclone and Intrepid swooped in, picking off the most of them as another squad circled around from behind.

Kate swung their rocket's turrets to face the approaching light crafts, and dual bolts of energy blasted from its double barrel. Moving at half the speed of light, with an arming time of half a second, they flared brightly and changed color, from blazing yellow to a burning bright blue, and by themselves arced towards the Maelstrom targets. On impact with the charged bolts of energy, four Maelstrom rockets lost their clutch power and were turned to spacebricks.

"Whoa." Kate gasped. "I like this gun."

"It's a powerful one," Intrepid said, "the rounds are self-aiming. Make sure to only aim it at things you want to blow up, the energy won't distinguish between friendly or foe. You can press that button there to load basic ammunition."

"Got it, Mr. Encylopedia." Kate continued firing the turret and blasting rockets apart, while Intrepid lined up a surviving rocket from the first squadron with the forward lasers. He fired, taking it out, and repeated the process with the last two.

He saw that Cyclone, Luke, and Mara were heading to engage a third squadron of Stromling rockets that was trying to flank. Saw, but couldn't hear. There was only static in his earpiece thanks for the Maelstrom jamming them. But there was one person he could talk to.

"Aim your guns at that cargo rocket," Intrepid said, pointing to one nondescript looking Botany Bay class transport next to the Venture class cruiser. It lacked any guns, so he suspected it was the jamming ship. Kate's turret aimed ahead, and Intrepid aimed the missile launchers. They fired at the same time, basic fast moving rounds from the turret that peppered the transport's shields. Intrepid banked and rolled to avoid return fire from the cruiser - now that there were no Stromling rockets around them, the cruiser could safely fire its main batteries without worry of smashing its own forces. Intrepid's evasive maneuvers brought their forward lasers to aim at the transport for a second, and Intrepid adding a small amount of additional firepower to the assault. Kate's turret was always firing, and the transport's shields failed just in time for the missiles to impact it.

Explosions rippled across the transport and it split in half, and its smaller sections disappeared with little blasts of light. Kate cheered but Intrepid didn't smile. He still heard static from the radio, which meant they hadn't destroyed the jammer. The transport had probably been just a transport.

They were now very close to the Infected Venture class cruiser, skimming just over its shrink-wrap shielded surface to avoid its gun arcs. Through its side windows, they saw Stromling crews running around the interior, crewing the bigger ship and trying to get guns to face on the smaller, faster, more agile rocket. Kate fired at the windows, but the shields were stronger on the Venture, and the energy blasts dissipated harmlessly. They were too close to the self-aiming rounds, they wouldn't charge up fast enough.

"I think we should run from this one." Kate said.

"I'd like to!" Intrepid answered.

He watched as another Botany Bay class transport sidled around the Venture's rear. Unlike the other transport, this one had guns, which it brought to face the little rocket, but it didn't fire yet. It was waiting for a clear shot. Pushing the engines, Intrepid quickly banked up, away fom the Venture, giving the transport time to shoot. Its powerful quadguns all fired at once, creating a lightshow of lethality that streaked towards their rocket very quickly.

Intrepid and Kate watched as the lasers neared, then Intrepid made a quick evasive swerve back around the Venture's rear. The transport's guns followed the rocket's path, and kept firing into the Venture's engines. They stopped firing then, but it was too late. Enough weapons fire hit the Venture to breach its shields and disable its engines.

"Nice!" Kate congratulated.

"We're not out of this yet," Intrepid warned, as they cleared the Venture's profile and the transport prepared to fire again.

"There's another squad of rockets, 8 o'clock! They're coming in hot." Kate announced.
Intrepid turned and saw them. They began firing. He also saw the next volley firing from the transport, aimed just ahead, above, and belows of them, effectively creating a wall of doom, trapping them. He swung their rocket, missing most of the Stromling rockets' weapons fire that came in from behind, but a few bounced off at their rear shields.

"Remember space is three dimensional," Kate said.

"Right." Intrepid said, and pulled the rocket into a dive. They swung under the disabled Venture cruiser, and the Stromling rockets followed. Kate returned fire, forcing the Stromling rockets to evade and keeping their forward weapons off ot them.

"What's their objective here?" Kate asked. "Destroy us or infect us?"

"Either." Intrepid said, dodging antennas and other outcropping's from the Venture while watching out for any flares from its shields. A collision with a shield barrier would atomize them, and that wouldn't be nice. They reached the front of the Venture and Intrepid banked up and over its large forward windows. "Any sign of our friends?" he asked.

"I don't see them." Kate said. "They must have escaped already."

There was a clear window of space ahead of them, aligned with the path to their destination planet - directly between two more Botany Bays and another, fifth squadron of Stromling Destroyer-type rockets that began loading torpedoes. Intrepid grabbed the hyperdrive lever. "Hold on!" he said, and, pulled it into 'engage'.

Light, laser bolts, and shapes all stretched as the hyperdrive engaged. At the same time, a series of laser blasts happened to come at their rocket from behind. The hyperdrive was still speeding up and Intrepid rolled the rocket to dodge most of the lasers, but one happened to strike a forward engine right in its center.

Then the hyperdrive engaged and sent them into a spinning escape.

It took Intrepid a few seconds to realize what was going on. The inertia made it hard for him to hold his head steady, and focus on the view outside. They'd escaped the Maelstrom fleet, and were thousands of miles away from them by now, but the rocket was spinning out of control. The stars spun. In hyperspace, this was incredibly dangerous, since an off-course rocket could quickly fly itself into an asteroid, a planet, or a star. Intrepid tried to turn the hyperdrive off, but the rocket continued to spin around.

Wait. The stars looked like stars, dots and not streaks. Intrepid realized what happened. Since one of the engines was knocked out, the hyperdrive was only partially engaged, and it was spinning them around. Actually, that didn't make sense at all.

Intrepid didn't want to open his mouth, since he felt sick too. He felt he had to reassure his travelmate that they were going to survive this. They were going to survive this, right? He'd made it out of some strange flights before. This one wouldn't be different.

"We can get out of this with manual controls," Intrepid said, pushing the unresponsive control set aside and reaching for the hydraulic levers under the dashboard. "There's a set under yours as well."
"Found it." Kate said.

"Okay, pull the left one until I say stop," Intrepid instructed, and he pulled his right stick until the rocket's counterclockwise spin began to slow. "Good." he said. "Keep going." After several intense moments, the rocket finally stopped spinning. "Great! Oh."

"Oh, what?" Kate asked, straining to look up from her efforts.

"There's a planet directly in front of us."

Kate turned around, and over Intrepid's shoulder saw a large blue and green sphere that was quickly filling up the cockpit glass. "Oh. Uh oh."

"Push both levers away from you," Intrepid said, "I'll pull mine, to pull up."

Kate pushed, but they wouldn't move in that direction. "They're stuck."

"Okay, we'll go the other way. Pull them and I'll push."

The rocket began to angle downwards painfully slowly. Trails of flame began to appear over the cockpit glass as they entered the planet's atmosphere.

"We're making it, keep going!" Intrepid said. They breached the atmospheric barrier, and a sea of clouds appeared in front of them, over their heads at the angle they were approaching, upside down.

They were still moving incredibly fast. Their rocket passed through the clouds, and the ground appeared. It looked like hills and plains. They were a few degrees from level now, but the ground was fast approaching.

At that moment the engines died, and the rocket began to slow. Looking up, Intrepid saw the ground looming. A dark shape was paralleling their path - the rocket's shadow. It was getting larger. They were under the influence of the planet's gravity now, and their hair flew up to the cockpit roof.

Were they slowed down enough to survive the impact?

Intrepid felt another hand grabbing his. He closed his eyes as the rocket crashed.

\*\*\*\*\*

Luke's rocket has escaped first. A flash of light signified its entering hyperspace. The Stromling rockets that had pursued the escaped escapee now banked around and levelled off, picking their next target: Cyclone.

The brown haired boy felt his tufts pressing sweatily against his forehead as he angled the rocket to attack. The strategist in his mind told him he could take them out before they fired at him. But he preferred grounded combat to this. Here in the vastness of space, his rocket cockpit felt stiflingly small. He found it uncomfortable to breathe. Cyclone didn't think he was claustrophobic, but the thought crossed his mind now. And of course it didn't help ease his mind that there were Maelstrom rockets trying to smash him.

The engine behind him whined as he turned the controls and entered a barrel roll above and over the attacking rockets, but they went right past him. He realized with a start that they were now heading straight for Elite Distant Tofu's rocket, which was dodging fire from the infected Venture, a Botany Bay class transport gunship, and now every rocket squad in sight. He couldn't see where Intrepid and Kate's rocket was. Perhaps they'd already escaped.

Elite's rocket was taking hits, and Cyclone didn't think a rocket was designed to take that much of a beating. He swung his rocket upwards and around, arming the missile launcher, and pressed the engines. How much more could Elite take? He diverted power away from the shields to go as fast as he reasonably could, even though he was well in the firing arcs of the Venture's broadside. But it wasn't firing on him yet.

He was right on top of the nearest group of rocket's chasing down Elite, and quickly let loose a hail of missiles. Each shot was true and impacted in the rockets' aft thrusters, disabling some and completely destroying the others. Next in line was the Venture class itself. Cyclone felt a sudden urge to eradicate the threat, it was getting closer, or he was getting closer to it, and the moment would soon pass. There was half a volley of light rockets left, and he aimed the forward blasters at the Venture's shield distribution node. He didn't really know what component he was shooting at, but it looked important. A second of sustained blaster fire was enough for the ship's shields to visually fire, and Cyclone fired the rockets.

He kept firing even as he pulled up to avoid the impending explosions. He'd gotten closer than he'd thought, and his rocket bucked and shook as something caught up with him. A shockwave! Looking in his rearview mirror, he realized that the Venture was falling to a series of growing explosions. The missiles had done critical damage. There was a final burst of heat and light from the ship's center, and then the Infected Venture was no more.

A small white flash in the distance caught Cyclone's eye, and he saw that Elite Distant Tofu had escaped. The Maelstrom rockets were flying about in a frenzy, no longer coordinated with their leader ship lost. There wasn't a better time to be gone, Cyclone thought, and engaged his rocket's hyperdrive with a flourish. The Maelstrom disappeared behind him, and Cyclone sighed with relief. He leaned back and let his hair fall in his face. His locks were black.

Cyclone sat up with a start. His hair wasn't supposed to be black. He reached up to grab at it, when he noticed the color of his hands was wrong as well. Instead of fair, they were purple. And instead of a thumb and fingers, one of his hands was a sword.

His heart pounded in his chest. Lightheadedly, Cyclone realized it was no wonder why the Maelstrom hadn't attacked him. Because something had changed, and now he was Maelstrom again, too.

**End of Part 1**

## **Part 2:** *Eclipse*

### **Chapter 4**

Crashing in a rocket can be fun, smashingly so. Kate had heard many stories from other minifigures who had failed to land a rocket correctly, and couldn't be trusted with a car in a crowded street. The rocket usually survived, the minifigures too, but the most interesting stories, to her, were the gruesome ones. Her favorite story of all, however, was told to her by Gallant Strong Cyclone.

It began in a bright day in Avant Gardens. Wisp Lee and Epsilon Starcracker had just finished ridding the area outside the Paradox Research Facility of Stromlings. They were so proud. Beck Strongheart would be proud, they thought.

"Look!" Wisp Lee said, pointing to the sky. A rocket was approaching. "Here come the recruits. For once, they'll have safe grounds to start in."

The two Nexus Forcers watched and smiled, their eyes following the rocket's trajectory. Then their smiles turned upside down as the rocket overshot the landing pad and crashed straight into the Paradox Research Facility. There was a colorful explosion, followed by the wall around the impact collapsing. Wisp Lee shielded his eyes, but Epsilon Starcracker looked on. Then he began to cry, as Stromlings poured out of the Facility's containment zones, breached by the rocket impact. All their hard work, down the drain!

The story brought a smirk to Kate's face, even now as the rocket she was currently in was in the process of crashing on an unknown planet.

The rocket had approached upside down, and Intrepid pulled on the controls as hard as he could. The horizon appeared over the hood, and Intrepid's eyes lit up with relief. They were pulling 'up' and the engines looked to be firing back up. They would make it!

Then a tailspoke, skimming just above the ground, struck a pebble and the entire rocket flipped over. Nose over tail it somersaulted across the ground, Intrepid screamed and Kate screamed too as physics took over and made their lives miserable. Then one of its engines caught on the ground and broke off, followed by the other, and the rocket stopped somersauling and took to rolling over on its fuselage.

Finally the rocket stopped spinning and skidded to a halt. Its glass roof slid open and Intrepid popped out. He leaned over the edge, gasping and panting while he did his business, and Kate stood up next to him, not looking much better.

"There goes..." Intrepid huffed, "...my breakfast."

The two looked around. They had crashed in an area of rolling hills, grassy and green with some spots of trees. There weren't any houses, but a single gray road snaked around the lower elevation. So there was infrastructure. There was also a long brown gash stretching for miles, dug up by their rocket. They followed the gash as far as they could see, until it ended at one hill. Above that was a column of vapor, otherwise the sky was a clear and typical blue.

"Doesn't look like too bad a place. There's infrastrucure." Intrepid said, and turned around. Then his eyes widened in surprise, because the other side of their rocket was resting on a sudden drop, a clifftop at the edge of a rocky canyon that stretched fifty feet downwards.

They were lucky to have stopped here, because a fall down that would hurt a LOT more.

Intrepid said so. He sighed with relief. "We're lucky to have stopped here."

"Yeah." Kate agreed, scrutinizing the drop. "A fall down that would hurt a LOT more."

There was a sudden, horrifying creak, and the rocket tilted, sending Intrepid and Kate sprawling back into the cockpit. The sky rotated according to their perception, and before they knew it the rocket had tipped over and was falling into the ravine.

The two minifigures proceeded to scream as the rocket descended. It struck the ground with a crash that resounded between the canyon's rocky walls. Their Imagination kept them intact, and Intrepid didn't think he had any broken bones. He looked over to Kate, who didn't look too shaken up either.

*Just a minor setback*, he thought, being down here rather than up there. They'd have to climb up. They could climb up.

"Uh oh." Kate said, looking up.

Intrepid's ears twitched, and then he heard it too. Looking ahead, they saw a slide of rocks rolling and bouncing towards them, dislodged by the impact. The pebbles didn't look too evil, but it was a pebble that ultimately brought down the rocket, so looks could be deceiving! Then there were some truly evil looking boulders, massive and heavy, rolling towards them as well.

"Time to bail." Intrepid said, throwing the hatch open again. They grabbed their backpacks and jumped out of the rocket, which still had enough juice in it to miniaturize and stow away. Then they ran.

It wasn't even a downhill slope and the rocks were still gaining on the two running minifigures. Intrepid's legs ached. Either the planet's gravity was stronger, or he wasn't fit - the latter was more likely, since he'd spent the last month relaxing and playing videogames, instead of smashing Maelstrom and building up a sweat. Kate, conversely, was faster and getting ahead, and that was in Samurai armor.

She looked back and waved. "Hurry! There's a cave ahead."

"We're outrunning them, right?" Intrepid wheezed.

The look in her eyes betrayed him. The rocks were close. He felt the pebbles bouncing against his feet, trying to trip him up. But he saw the cave opening in the curved wall ahead. It was slightly above the ground and Kate got in first, reaching a hand out for him to grab. He grabbed it and she pulled, and they got in just in time.

It was crazy to think rocks were consciously trying to smash him, Intrepid reasoned. But that didn't stop them from being cold, unconscious, heartless smashers. With hearts of stone. Wait.

Kate was building a wall of property modules over the entrance. They obscured the light and the cave was getting dark fast.

"What are you doing?" Intrepid said, as the rumble of the rocks grew louder, like an earthquake. He ran over and stuck his head out of a castle window, then saw what Kate had seen. "Oh."

The biggest, most foul boulder ever, nearly as wide as the canyon itself, was on a path to crash right into them. It knocked the other rocks out of its path, rolling faster than the others. Intrepid donned his thinking cap and was about to throw everything he had in the modules section of his backpack behind Kate's stuff, when he noticed his pack was empty. He'd already emptied it of everything back at the Fun Party Place, when the other dimension's dragons attacked and needed to be distracted. There was only the pod rocket, which could be repaired.

He went to the bricks section and quickly threw a bunch of random elements in place instead, and just in time. How much they helped or not didn't matter because the wall held when the boulder slammed into it. The cave shook for several seconds, then it was still. Intrepid sighed with relief again, Kate too.

"Think we're safe?" he asked.

A growling in the darkness behind them told them, No.

Intrepid bristled. He and Kate both turned around slowly. At the back the cave, a pair of red eyes appeared. They glowed in the dark malevolently.

Then they were joined by more eyes, all unblinking, all staring.

Moving closer.

### **Chapter 5**

"There are Stromlings here too?" Intrepid grumbled, equipping his gear in the dark.

"Not Stromlings." Kate corrected. "Look at the eyes, they're round. They're Darklings."

Intrepid frowned. "Are they any better?"

A flashlight clicked on. Kate handed it to Intrepid, then turned on her own. They aimed them at the eyes, illuminating dark, minifigure shaped beings, but they were hunched over with their arms folded ahead of them. Some carried weapons, others had wings, and they all looked eager to attack.

Kate was silent. "They're not better," Intrepid amended.

Then they sprung forwards. The Nexus Forcers were ready. Intrepid unholstered a Pea Shooter and fired the projeciltes off into the rush. The peas knocked over many Darklings, but didn't smash them. The ones that got close were quickly dispatched by Kate's Samuraizor combo. The valiant conjured a target dummy which Kate threw into the corner, and the rest of the Darklings surged towards it.

"Let's go!" Kate shouted, and she and Intrepid ran into the distracted crowd. Intrepid switched back to his Bat Lord staff and smashed as many as he could, then they rushed deeper into the cave.

Their flashlights bounced and illuminated sporadic spots on the walls and ceiling. Some walls were rough and matte, others glistening with moisture or were fuzzy with drab colored fungi. There was a clattering of feet behind them as the Darklings pursued.

"Are you sure we should be going this way?" Intrepid asked, peeking over his shoulder to fire the pea shooter some more. He replenished his imagination with a Notion Potion. "What if it's a dead end?"

A device in Kate's left hand projected a green hologram that depicted a path. "This is a topographical scanner, it's standard equipment among the Ventures."

Intrepid noted her outfit. "You're not Venture."

"So it cost a bit more for me to get it! Stop being a pessimist."

"I'm not-"

"Make a right," Kate instructed, and the cave suddenly split into two tunnels. Kate spawned another target dummy to send down the left path, then they went right, quickly finding themselves at an incline. They scrambled up, and Kate placed another castle wall module behind them. If the Darklings caught up to that point, they wouldn't be able to follow.

At last the two could breathe calmly. Intrepid's legs felt like they were on fire. Kate seemed eager to take it slow, too. "We can walk from here." she said. "Get our strength back."

"In case we meet more Darklings." Intrepid agreed. He frowned at himself. Was that pessimism? "So we can defeat them, I mean." That sounded optimistic enough. He frowned some more. What was he doing? He didn't really care how others thought of him, although, that was easy when he didn't know anybody. Luke and Mara didn't mind his faults, if they were faults. Why was he self-evaluating himself all of a sudden?

"So what's on your mind?" Kate asked suddenly.

"Me." Intrepid replied.

"Oh. Want to talk about this 'Me' then?"

"Who said anything about talking?"

"Me. According to the scanner, we have half an hour of walking until we get to a possible exit." Kate explained. "It'd go by faster if we're occupied with something, like talking."

The walk was long and would be boring, Intrepid knew. He was about to say something about having to watch out for Grumpy Darklings, but something held him back. He considered rephrasing it. Yeah, that sounded less pessimistic. "Okay." he said. "We left the Darklings behind anyway, so we probably don't need to worry about them."

"Yep!" Kate said brightly. "So let's talk about your watch."

"My what?" Intrepid looked at his wrist, surprised to see a leather-banded multi-faceted timepiece on his left arm. He realized. The thing was shape-shifting. "Ah. It's just a watch." he said casually.

"It had a metal band before." Kate said.

"You've been looking at it." Intrepid accused.

"Now it's a spider."

Intrepid jumped at the word and flung his wrist. Then he looked at it, and it was still a watch. "Not funny." he scowled.

"Sorry." Kate laughed. "Dynamic devices are normal. You have any Prismatic stuff?"

"The color changing gear? Just a Mosaic Jester hat."

"What about the Baseball Cap? I like that one."

Intrepid sighed. "I sold it. You don't get a lot of backpack space as at FTPer on Avant gardens. And that's one thing my team hasn't figured out how to hack yet."

"So what do you keep in there?" Kate asked.

"Just the best gear. Some unique stuff. Good weapons. I like matching colors."

"But nothing personal?" she pressed. "No pictures of family?"

How quickly the conversation was shifting. Intrepid sighed again. It was true, he hadn't had someone to talk to, really talk to, in a long time. It was mostly his fault, since he never tried to find anyone to talk to. His teammates let him have his space, to do what? Sit and mope. And sleep. There was a lot in his mind that he did, consciously, try not to think about.

Now they were bubbling up into a brain soup, with memories, thought trains, tangents, things he wanted to say. But to who? Kate seemed eager to hear. But why?

"Why do you want to talk so much about me?" Intrepid inquired.

Kate smiled. "Intrep. We can talk about you first, then we can talk about me. Deal?"

"Fine."

"Now I'll answer your question." Kate began, still smiling, although her gaze began to detach. "For the longest time, Cyclone and I were stuck in a strange world. Things were different in ways no one can make up. It was both a big, noisy world, with lots of people, but it was lonely too. Lonely, because in this world, there was no one for me and Cyclone. No one for us to talk to. No one for us to think about. No one to think about us. That's lonely."

*They were in a lonely world. Different for them. Wrong.*

"But then, two years later, you appeared out of nowhere," she continued.

*There was a brief flash to the side. Out of the light a boy appeared. "Gallant Strong Cyclone; Kate." he said.*

"You said you were here to bring us back." Kate stifled, and brought the back of her hand to wipe her face. Intrepid recalled the event clearly. They'd cried then.

*She was crying now. He held out a hand. They took it.*

*Then they were in Avant Gardens.*

Then they were in the cave again. Intrepid blinked. His red haired travelmate held up a hand. "So," she continued, "I can thank you. For saving us. And I'm an inquisitive person, especially about interesting things. And interesting people."

"Inquisitive, yep." Intrepid agreed.

"You are a hero," Kate stated, "but I can't help but notice, you don't seem the hero type. No offense, but you're pretty anti-social."

"Yeah."

"You're a loner. You hang out with strange people - again I mean no offense to Grand and Elite – but they don't really talk to you. Your life is routine. So you're not your typical hero, you see? You're still an interesting person. I can't help but want to figure more about you." She offered a smile.

For once, Intrepid smiled back. Just one side of his face curled up, the one she could see. There was a pause in the conversation as he thought, then he decided. "Alright then," he said. "So you're figuring me out."

"Am I?"

"Grand Masterly Shadow and Elite Distant Tofu are good friends," he said, "but you're right. I've known them for a long time, and we used to talk, really talk, back then. And you're right, they haven't talked to me much lately."

"Do you try to?"

"No." Intrepid admitted. "But we give each other space. They're giving me space."

"It's like they know you don't want to talk." Kate said.

"Right. But I'm talking now."

"Keep going!" she urged.

"So," Intrepid said, trying to think of something interesting, something profound. He found something aligned with the recesses of his brain. "You know how, Grand M' Shadow is actually Luke. Luke Mercury. Elite is Mara Mercury. They're cousins."

"I didn't know that."

"Pretty distant cousins, actually. But those are their actual names. Not their Nexus Force designated names." He kept going. He couldn't stop himself now. "So, my name is actually Aiden."

Now that he said it, the name sounded foreign. It had a sharp taste on his tongue, bitter at how he'd disowned it for so long. He'd called himself Intrepid for 5 years. Now he wondered, and it troubled him, had he accepted a new name, forgotten his old one, and never come back home... to get away? Had some part of him not wanted to go back?

Had some part of him not wanted to be there to save his family...?

He shook his head violently.

Kate's voice touched him. "Is something wrong?" she asked, concerned.

"No!" he said cheerfully. He was good at ignoring thoughts. He could keep talking. "So, I bet you want to hear about my family. You asked if I had pictures of them."

Kate grinned. "Well do you?"

Intrepid reached into his pocket and dug out his I-Brick, and brought up the photo gallery. He swiped past pictures of Stromlings, flying minifigures, a portrait of Beck Strongheart, flowers, and then finally he reached another portrait. A young man stood in the picture, in front of a fence behind a blue brick house. It was an outdoor picture taken at night, illuminated by the camera's own flash bulb. His black hair was nearly indiscernable from the night sky around him. His face was round and bright, in part due to his wide smile. He had some facial hair on his dimpled chin.

"Here's my brother, Alex." Intrepid said, handing her the phone. "I took it two weeks ago."

Kate inspected the screen. Against the darkness, the glow illuminated her face. "He looks like you." she said. "Is he older?"

"He's taller, but I'm the older brother. He looks like my dad. My sisters, too."

"And you take after your mom?"

"Guess so."

"Any pictures of them?" Kate asked eagerly, swiping through the gallery some more.

Intrepid looked at his feet. A pebble lay ahead of him and he kicked it. "No." he said. "There are some pictures on the mantelpiece, back at Alex's house on Elistra, though. I can show you those, when we get there."

"Who's this?" Kate asked.

Intrepid looked up. "Who?" he demanded, more sudden than he'd intended. "Show me." he said more mellowly. Kate tilted the phone to him, and he saw what picture she was talking about.

His heart had kicked up its pace before, but now it sagged. He reached out a hand and Kate handed him the phone.

"I didn't take this one," Intrepid said, staring at the screen, looking at the fair face of a girl he called Red. He hadn't realized how much he missed her. She, like many other people, was not someone he'd thought about lately.

He turned to Kate. It spooked him that he saw Red in her. Looking back at the phone, it spooked him even more that he also saw himself in Red. Him and Kate. He turned the screen off and put it back. "She's somebody," he said. "A friend." Keen to change the subject, he said, "Now let's talk about you."

### **Chapter 6**

They talked long enough that they nearly missed the exit point. In the end it didn't matter, because the possible exit was behind a cave-in, and inacessible.

"We could blast through it," Intrepid suggested.

Kate shook her head. "I think not. Wouldn't want to bring the whole cave down."

"Right. Let's keep talking."

It surprised Intrepid that he was actually enjoying his conversation with Kate, and how much he was involving himself. He found himself liking her company. She was humorous and witty, she talked back, and she was more carefree than him in her own way. And there was a mutual interest in each others' backstories.

When asked about her past, Kate had said, "First, try and guess."

Intrepid had looked at her quizzically. "How?"

"Look at me now, think about my personality, and think, How'd she get like that? She must have this many siblings, and her parents were like this, et cetera. I want to hear your point of view."

"I'm honored." Intrepid had replied. "Honestly, I'm not one to assume things about people."

"Just try!"

"Okay, I'll call it an educated guess." Intrepid cleared his throat. "Here we go... so you have, no parents."

Kate raised her eyebrows.

"No siblings, and no friends. No pets. Everyone ignores you. Then, you joined the Nexus Force and impressed everybody with... some skill you had. You're so outgoing now to make up for the lack of socializing as a kid." Intrepid turned and grinned. "That's it. How'd I do?"

Kate rolled her eyes. "Imaginative, but not even close. I've got family, two parents, a sister, a brother, and cats. And I had friends, too. But they all live far from the Nimbus System."

"Why'd you join the Nexus Force then?"

"Honestly, that world was perfect. I could have anything and everything, anyone can, without really doing anything. It's a matured society, but not very exciting. No conflict. And that's not a bad thing, just I felt I couldn't do anything to help a society that's already reached perfection. The Nexus Force, meanwhile, had conflict. People needing help. I could help." Kate turned to Intrepid. "I know we're talking about me, but I want to interrupt and ask, why'd *you* join the Nexus Force?"

Intrepid shrugged. "Similar sentiment to yours," he said, "wanted to help. But different backstory. I had an uncle who joined the Nexus Force during the first call, when it was just starting. When I was old enough, I left as well." He remembered his parents and grandparents resisting Uncle Killian's departure. Were they against his enlistment as well? He couldn't remember such a debacle, and that surprised him. He tried to recall something, but where there should have been a memory, a picture, at least an idea, there was just a hole in his mind there. His brow furrowed. He could usually pull up memories whenever he wanted, and whenever he didn't want, too.

"Back to you." he said.

"So, then I came to Avant Gardens on the Venture Explorer," Kate said.

"Like everyone else." Intrepid quipped.

Kate interjected, "Isn't it strange that we keep getting recruits from that ship? Are they still coming?"

"Yeah, I'd know! I've walked past that landing pad everyday for years and there's Wisp Lee, always greeting someone new." Intrepid chuckled. "I've never seen someone crash into the Research Facility, though. I bet, say, ten years from now, when the Research Facility is-"

"...a museum," Kate suggested.

"Yeah, a museum - there will still be recruits landing and asking Wisp Lee what's going on, and he'll be like, 'You gotta be kidding me!'"

They both laughed.

Kate's tophographical scanner chirped to indicate another exit was near. They walked a few more feet and rounded a bend, beyond which was a beam of natural light entering through a shaft in the ceiling.

"Boost me up," Kate said, and Intrepid knelt on one leg and put his hands on his knees. Kate stepped up and stuck her head out into the day. "Coast is clear." she reported. She stepped down and Intrepid looked for a rope.

"What's there to check for?" he asked.

"Where's your sense of covertness?" Kate chided. "It's fun to sneak around. And there could be Darklings up there."

"Are there?"

"I said the coast is clear."

"You didn't look all around."

"It's all in fun, Aiden."

Again, Intrepid felt a jab at the name. "Think you could call me just Intrepid?" he asked.

"You're on a real name basis with me." Kate said.

"Yeah, you chose that, over what, Pretty Funny Mortal? I chose Intrepid."

Kate smirked. "Suit yourself, just Intrepid."

He found an Imagination infused climbing rope with foothold knots and tossed it up into the skylight of a hole. It tied itself around something, Intrepid confirmed with a tug, and began to climb up, Kate behind him.

They emerged in the entrance of a shallow cave. Compared to the subterranean tunnel they had just traversed, this one was much drier, and less chilly. It opened into a small forest. The rope, which had tied itself around a sturdy rock, untied itself and Intrepid stowed it.

"Look, there's a town there." Kate said, pointing to a row of houses at the forest's edge. The two jogged over, and to their dismay, found it empty of people and the buildings in states of neglect and disrepair. Deserted.

Silently they crept between the walls and peeked inside the windows and doors, but their brief search revealed nothing to indicate people had been here in a long time, except one spot where Intrepid saw something in the ground.

"There are footsteps in this dirt," Intrepid noticed, crouching down. "Small feet. Soft depressions. Someone either trying to walk lightly, silently, or something that creeps lightly by nature. Like a Darkling."

"You could be a Buccaneer with that ability," Kate said.

"I actually prefer Assembly. Building and things."

"You could join Sentinels. I'd trade you my extra gear."

"I could have use for that without joining anything."

"So we're going to investigate?" Kate asked, gesturing to the tracks. Intrepid followed their direction. They disappeared into a building.

Intrepid looked at the clear sky. "If it hasn't rained lately, these tracks are fresh."

Something slammed above them, and they both looked straight up. Above them, in the top floor of the building in front of them, was a set of closed shutters. The window, closed now, also overlooked the forest, and the cave which they had exited.

Kate and Intrepid looked at each other. "A spy." she said.

"Say we catch him?" Intrepid asked.

"Or her. Whoever it is, they may be able to tell us how to get back in the air and off this rock." Kate thought aloud. "You've got pictures to show me. I want to see them."

"Let's go then." Intrepid said, and entered the building. The first floor windows were just frames, with some broken glass on the ground around them. There was wooden door, lying on the floor. This entrance room housed some decrepit furniture: a three legged table and a cloth chair that looked about to crumble at the slightest breeze. Intrepid had seen an old scarf turn to dust from age. He didn't want to breathe the air around that chair.

At the back of the room was a wooden stairwall that turned at the house's corners and lead upstairs. Kate followed behind silently as they approached, and Intrepid put a foot on the first step. It creaked most loudly. With sighs, they climbed the rest of the stairs. Despite the creaks and groans of the rickety structure, they had a place to go.

At the top of the stairs, the upstairs floor was closed off behind an actual door. Intrepid paused. Kate breathed behind him.

"Well?" she hissed. "Open it."

Intrepid grabbed the doorknob and pushed.

The upstairs room was better looking, with some shabby but firm furniture occupying it. The window which had shut so loudly was on the far wall, and Intrepid crossed the floor towards it. These floorboards were surprisingly sturdy and didn't do so much as creak, aided by plastic rugs that covered most of the wood which muffled his footsteps. At the window was a chair, a telescope, and a side table with some accessories: binoculars, some books, and a jar containing smooth, bright colored rocks. Someone's hang out spot.

Intrepid turned to Kate. "It's someone's hang out spot." he said.

Kate nodded. "But someone's nowhere to be found." she said.

Intrepid felt the need to sneeze, but held it back. Some dust was drifting down from the ceiling. Disturbed.

They both tilted their heads up. Intrepid had barely focused on the dark rafters, enclosed in shadow, when a form that was large and dark fell down from directly above and landed squarely on him. He gave a shout as he was knocked down. Falling over, his Bat Lord helmet hit the table with a clang, and his weight pushed the table and its contents over. He got up quickly, just in time to see the figure dart out of the door, a Sentinel Samurai in pursuit. Intrepid ran to join her.

Their footsteps clattered down the stairs, which shook and felt ready to fall from this much use, the most it had seen in awhile. Intrepid caught a glimpse of the figure running out of the house, and Intrepid swung himself over the banister to the floor, passing Kate. Shortcut. Once on the ground, he activated his helmet's speed boost, and with an exaggerated tire-squealing noise he blasted out of the house.

The figure was in sight, running deeper into the abandoned village. It darted around a corner which Intrepid had to slow down to take, but he was not far behind. He was impressed with it's escape and speed, he admitted. The figure was fast.

But he was faster.

In a second he was upon it, and he jumped to grab the figure right around the shoulders, tackling and bringing it down. It shrieked as they both fell, and Intrepid identified the feeling of the material he wore. A dark brown hood and cloak, soft. They were both on the ground now, and Intrepid turned the figure over to see his face.

Correction: her face.

### **Chapter 7**

Intrepid had expected a Darkling. He hadn't expected a girl. Surprised, Intrepid quickly got up and off the girl, as it was a girl, who didn't look older than Intrepid, maybe younger, and built smaller. Her hair was a pale blond color, short in length and tied up in her hood. She had a narrow face and large blue eyes, which stared at him, wide with terror. Underneath the cloak, her attire was simple, dark brown pants and a white shirt that was dirt stained; at least it was dirt stained now, probably thanks to Intrepid pushing her to the ground.

Still, she had been spying on them, and that warranted for some questioning. "Who are you?" he asked sharply. "Were you spying on us?"

The girl trembled, and shut her eyes tightly. She began to plead, "Please don't smash me, please." Then she was silent.

Perplexed, Intrepid looked around. Kate wasn't here yet. He thought about how he'd been improving his people skills. A change in tone would help, he decided. "Hey..." he said, softly now, "I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, we could use your help."

The girl opened her eyes, but still looked frightened. Her eyes were very reflective in the overcast light, Intrepid noted, because her blue irises were like mirrors in which he saw his reflecion. His attire, he imagined, could be frightening, and he removed his Bat Lord helmet. As soon as she saw his face, hers became visibly relieved.

"You're not a demon." she whispered.

"A demon?" Intrepid repeated. "I'm a minifigure, just like you. What made you think that?"

"You came out of the Demon Caves." she said. "I saw from the window. I thought you were coming to take me... like they took..."

They heard pants and footsteps running over, and the girl turned to their source, turning silent again. Intrepid turned, it was just Kate coming around a building, but she had a way to go.

Intrepid turned back to the girl. "It's just my friend Kate," he said, "and I'm Intrepid. It's safe to talk to us. What's your name?"

She answered him slowly. "My name is Eclipse."

Kate rushed up to Intrepid and rested her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. "Whew, boy, you can move." she panted. She looked from Intrepid to the girl. "You both can move." she added.

Intrepid was staring at the air between him and the girl, Eclipse, now. Her name hung there. His name. Eclipse was his name, but it was also this girl's name. He hadn't realized what a pretty name Eclipse could be.

"Eclipse." Intrepid Fusion Eclipse repeated, awestruck. "That's a nice name." He turned to Kate. "Isn't Eclipse a pretty name? I like Eclipse. Her name is Eclipse." he rambled. "Did you know her name is Eclipse?"

Kate scowled at Intrepid, then turned to Eclipse and smiled to introduce herself. "I'm Kate, and this guy here, who..." she took note of Eclipse's dirtied shirt, "...knocked you down? He's Intrepid. And he's not my friend."

"What?" Intrepid shouted.

Kate whirled on him. "You didn't hurt her, did you?" she demanded.

"I tackled her," he said, raising his hands defensively, "I thought she was... I didn't think she was... who she was. No, I didn't hurt her." He extended a hand to Eclipse, and she slowly reached for it. "Are you hurt? I'm really sorry for tackling you."

Kate grabbed her hand first and pulled her to her feet. Standing up now, Eclipse glanced from Intrepid to Kate quizzically.

"I'm not hurt," Eclipse said. "And I forgive you. I shouldn't have run from you."

"No no," Intrepid dismissed, "it's fine. I shouldn't have chased you. It's okay if you thought we were Darklings."

"Darklings?" Eclipse asked. "Is that what you call the demons? From the cave?"

Intrepid pursed his lips thoughtfully, then said, "I guess so. But we can call them demons if you want.”

Kate looked at Intrepid astoundedly. She shook her head between him and Eclipse. Then she took off her helmet, too, letting her hair cool off from the run. "So your name's Eclipse?" Kate asked, and the girl nodded.

"So," Kate began, "we don't know much about this place, and we're hoping you can tell us about it. We can talk back in the house. Is that where you hang out?"

Eclipse answered, "Yes." as the winds began to pick up. The trees rustled and Intrepid felt a raindrop fall on his face. Looking up, he noticed that the overcast sky was graying with rain clouds.

"We should go inside." he agreed, and they went.

"I've got a fresh set of clothes if you want," Kate asked as they walked.

"Me too," Intrepid said, slinging off his backpack and looking in, "somewhere. Unlinked. An LU shirt, jeans. Never worn."

Kate turned to him. "She'll like my clothes better." she said. Intrepid sighed.

"Thank you." Eclipse answered, and took a bundle of Kate's casuals.

When they made it back to the house and to the top floor, a thunderclap rang in the distance. "I'll go close the door, and find something to block the windows," Kate volunteered, and headed for the door. "Come on Intrep, let her change."

"Can't she just equip them?" Intrepid asked, puzzled. Kate grabbed him and pulled him out, shutting the door.

"Something tells me it doesn't work like that here." Kate hissed. "You still need to work on your people skills. And expand your vision. Follow my lead."

Intrepid tried not to feel miffed. What, did she think he was falling for Eclipse? He wasn't like that. He knew himself.

Did he? If his chaotic mind and recent events told him anything, it was that other people always knew him better than he did. Red had. Kate did. Intrepid made a mental note to do some soul searching as soon as he had time alone. And he needed time to relax and collect his thoughts. His mind was still blundering.

Kate was building barricades over the windows, and Intrepid acted to replace the door with a plastic one. It was better than new, he thought. Some rubber weather stripping would keep the rest of the rain out, but they didn't need to do that.

Wait, Kate was building barricades?

"Think the Darklings will follow us?" Intrepid asked her.

"Ever wonder why this town is deserted?" Kate theorized. "And Eclipse said something about the Darklings taking something."

"We could ask her," Intrepid said, looking at the stairwell.

"Give a girl a minute."

When they went back upstairs, Eclipse was waiting for them. She was wearing the shirt from Kate now, but still had the cloak. Intrepid noted its pockets, and wondered what she held.

"I guess you really don't look like demons, or Darklings," Eclipse said shyly, "although your clothes are strange."

"We're not from around here," Kate explained. "We crash landed here in a rocket."

"A rock... what?"

"Rocket," Intrepid repeated. "It's like an airplane. It travels in space." He noticed Eclipse's expression. Her face was tilted in confusion.

"Sorry," she said warily, "I don't know what you're saying."

"You wouldn't happen to have cell phone service, would you?" Kate asked.

"What's that?"

"Or electricity?"

Eclipse shook her head.

"Ever heard of a place like this?" Intrepid asked Kate. "Technologically ancient. Disconnected."

"Actually, yes." Kate told him. "I've heard of a planet that's stuck in the medieval times, like Vanguard's Outpost, but I've never been there. It's called Militiregnum." She turned back to Eclipse. "Are we on Militiregnum?"

"I've never heard that name," Eclipse answered, "but what are you saying about planets? Are there other worlds out there?"

"Guess where we came from," Intrepid said sarcastically, and Eclipse turned to him excitedly. "Yeah, there's my homeworld, called Elistra, and we just came from the Nimbus System. We've been fighting there, with a large organization called the Nexus Force, against the Maelstrom. Nimbus has a Maelstrom problem, Elistra was attacked too, and apparently your world has a Maelstrom problem too... Darklings are Maelstrom, right?"

"They come from Maelstrom Meteors," Kate confirmed. "One must have crashed here, which wouldn't be good. Have you seen the Darklings, Eclipse?"

Thunder crashed again then, closer now. Eclipse shivered. "No, but I've seen what they've done. I heard this town was attacked by them. I came here because I wanted to see what they were, but they haven't come back for awhile." She looked around the room. "And it's a nice place, to be alone. I wasn't always alone, though."

"Do you have family?" Kate asked.

"Consider me orphaned."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"I had a brother." Eclipse said.

"Is his name Fusion?" Intrepid asked.

"What? No."

Intrepid sighed. "Wait, you said *had*?"

"He was taken." Eclipse said tragically. Her face had become hard, still as a stone. "The Darklings took him."

"How long ago?" Kate demanded.

"Two months."

Kate grabbed Intrepid's arm. "Come on, Intrep." she ordered. "We're going back in the tunnels." To Eclipse, she asked, "Can you use a weapon?"

"I've never tried," she said, surprised.

"Give her a gun, Intrep."

"It's linked." Intrepid said, taking out his Mythran given Exceptional Pea Shooter.

"Just give it to her!"

Intrepid was surprised when the blaster just fell out of his hand and into Eclipse's. Their fingers touched briefly, but he didn't focus on it. He guessed the Nexus Force's rules didn't apply here. Well, they never applied to anything he did anyway. He decided to give her his Breastplate of Armored Inspiration, Shield of Shielding, Kettle Helmet, and Elite Longsword for melee combat as well. She looked at all of them with uncertainty.

"If we're taking the fight to them," Intrepid instructed, "you'd best suit up." Eclipse took them and Kate helped her put them on.

A strange rumbling came from outside the window, and Intrepid thought it was distant thunder for a second. But it was quieter, and closer. He extended the shutter's slightly, and saw, with dismay, that specimens of Darkling were darting around the town, tearing through walls and growling. They were getting collectively closer to the house.

"Scratch that about going to them. They've come to us." Intrepid said.

A winged Darkling suddenly thumped against the window, tearing through the wooden shutters with its terrible claws and tossing them to the grond. It growled, a deep bubbling sound, despite having no mouth to growl from, and extended its neck to Intrepid. Eclipse screamed, and Intrepid reared his Bat Lord Staff.

With a strong jab of his weapon, the Darkling was promptly smashed. But its attack had attracted the others, and a bunch now amassed outside the house. Intrepid quickly built a wall over the window, and turned to the girls. Eclipse was covering her eyes from the smashed Darkling, and Kate was looking at the door, Samuraizor held at the ready.

"We should go." Kate said.

Then Darklings burst up through the floor.

### **Chapter 8**

With some shooting, swinging, and mostly stomping, Intrepid, Kate, and Eclipse were able to keep the Darklings below waist level. But the winged ones kept clawing up, knocking through the floorboards and sending splinters flying with their motions and their screeches, which sounded most horrible.

Intrepid and Kate did well to dodge the growing holes in the floor, but the boards were suddenly ripped apart directly underneath Eclipse, and with a shriek she fell into the downstairs level, where the most Darklings were. Intrepid ran to the hole and nearly fell himself. He could jump down, or take the stairs.

The door suddenly burst open, revealing a line of wingless Darklings awaiting entrance.

Intrepid gulped. Jumping it was. He double jumped and rolled, bracing himself for the ground, and hit it fast. The Darklings were focused on securing Eclipse, letting Intrepid take out three with a combo attack. A fourth Darkling approached from behind and clawed at his cape. A swing to behind dispatched it and it smashed into pieces.

The Darklings were carrying Eclipse out the door now. Intrepid began after them, but the other Darklings blocked his way. Unlucky for them, he had a Bat Lord Shield, and he ran at them with a Spinning Shield Slam, knocking them aside as he ran from the house again.

The Darklings holding Eclipse sprouted wings and began to lift off, despite her kicks and cries. Intrepid reached for his Pneumatic Drill of Blasting - it was missing. He grabbed a Plunger Gun instead and shot the highest Darkling in the head. Blinded, it let go and fell down. The group began to sway but stayed in the air, moving away.

Then the Exceptional Pea Shooter fell from Eclipse's hand, and Intrepid grabbed it triumphantly. He could use this.

He fired blast after blast of frozen peas, as fast as he could, but they flew wild and landed everywhere. And he could feel his Imagination depleting quickly. He hadn't practiced much with this gun, but two shots happened hit to hit their target and another Darkling fell, smashing in mid-air.

Intrepid had just enough Imagination for three more shots. The feeling of depletion was tugging at his consciousness. He fired two, hitting the last Darkling once, making sure not to hit Eclipse by accident, but the other shot missed. Then there was enough for just one more shot. He aimed as hard as he could, and squeezed the trigger. He silently prayed, and this shot was true.

The Darkling smashed and Eclipse fell from the sky. With the last of his strength Intrepid darted under her flailing form and grabbed her, before falling to the ground as well. He had enough will left to grab a Notion Potion and pour it on his face. He sat up with a gasp, his energy restored.

"You okay?" he quickly asked to Eclipse. She nodded. She was okay, but he wasn't. He was barely conscious now, and fell with his back against the ground.

Intrepid had used Imagination for so long, he didn't want to know what would happen to him if it ran out. He'd heard unpleasant stories about Imagination detachment. It took time, patience, and pain for a minifigure to return to a pre-unlocked state.

But there wasn't time to think about that. Intrepid was still feeling a bit delirious as Eclipse helped him up. Kate had made it out of the house, and she was fending off the rest of its Darklings, but more were making their way over from the forest.

Intrepid felt the urge to lie down and rest, and he resisted it. He couldn't let his brief encounter with Imagination depletion get to him now. He needed to fight, but his limbs felt numb. He willed them to feel. His fingers tightened around his staff and shield.

He activated another shield slam. The Imagination use stirred him awake. He rushed to join Kate and sent half her attackers tumbling, stunning them.

"We have... to get out of this town," panted Kate in between dealing blows with the Samuraizor.

"I'm sure Eclipse knows the way..." Intrepid breathed. They defeated that group of Darklings, and he turned to face the quickly approaching ones. They began to fight those ones as well, quickly filling the grounds with smashed monsters.

"Have something to say for us, Eclipse?" Kate called as one Darkling got too close to her and was about to deliver a painful scratch. Intrepid smashed it.

Intrepid risked a glance behind. Eclipse was by herself, mouth open, ready to say something.

"Is there another town near here?" Intrepid called, before turning back to deal with more Darklings. Poke. Prod. Jab. The monsters kept coming.

"There's another town," Eclipse said at last, her voice tinged with worry, "but we can't lead the Darklings there."

"We can defeat them," Intrepid assured.

"Speak for yourself," Kate huffed.

There was a momentary break in the combat when they finished smashing all the Darklings in the immediate area, but there was another group approaching from the forest. Intrepid scrutinized them. "If they're coming from the caves, I have an idea. We can just blow it up to slow them down, stop them for now. Then we run for it."

Kate shook her head. "Not a good idea if the Darklings can track us. We can't go to the town on foot."

"We can fly, then!" Intrepid decided. He summoned the Pod Rocket, in its sorry, engineless state. "Fix this and fly." he said. Then he ran for the forest.

"Wait!" he heard Kate call, but he was already running. He both speed boosted and shield slammed his way through the first Darklings to cross his path, then turned and went for the cave.

There were Darklings climbing up through the hole in the ground. Intrepid activated a Flash Bang, stunning them so they fell back into the tunnels. He quickly tossed some bricks down and quickbulit a cover over the entrance, which wouldn't hold them for very long once they recovered. He turned back to the cave's opening to smash an approaching Darkling, then began unloading his collection of Firecrackers around the cave.

The cover thumped as the Darklings began to climb again, and two more approached from the entrance. Intrepid smashed those as well, and continued laying Firecrackers. There would be a lot of damage happening very soon. Then he reached into his pack to equip his Shield of Shielding.

He messed up. He didn't have the Shield of Shielding. The Firecrackers were about to explode and his Speed Boost was still charging.

Suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder. He swung around and cried out as the Darkling clawed him in the back. There was a searing feeling as the blades cut past his cape and through his Bat Lord shirt.

Then the Darkling was smashed, hit with the crimson blade of an Elite Longsword, and someone else grabbed his shoulders, laying him on the ground as he cringed from the wound.

Eclipse was standing over him.

"What are you doing here...?" he mumbled as the cover was thrown off next to him, and a Darkling stuck its soulless head out.

Eclipse knelt down and put the Shield of Shielding between them. "Saving you." she said. The Darklings were almost upon them now, and the Firecrackers were about to blow.

Intrepid activated the shield a second before everything around them was set on fire.

\*\*\*\*

It was dark when Intrepid's eyes opened. The light pattering sound of rain against the roof was the only sound apart from his breathing. He listened closely. No. The breathing wasn't his. There was someone else here.

The atmosphere seemed familiar. The darkness enveloped everything so he couldn't see at all. He turned his head against something soft - a pillow. He was on a bed. There was one measely light source, a window, barely illuminated from the nightly outdoors. It didn't make much of a difference, the room was black and the window was a dark blue.

Intrepid squinted. In front of the window, there was a silhouette in front of its frame, in the shape of a person..

"You're awake." a familiar sounding voice cracked. The silhouette shifted, turning around. Intrepid strained to make out any details. Her hair seemed long. Kate?

"You could have been badly burned," she was saying, and she sighed. "The things you get yourself into..."

Intrepid winced as he tried to push himself into a sitting position. The bed was plush under him and the covers felt heavy. "What time is it?" he muttered.

"That's the thing," the shape said, stepping closer, but Intrepid still could not recognize her, although... it was still dark, but something about the air around her seemed to crackle.

"Red." he assumed. In the darkness she nodded. "What's happening? Do you know where we are?"

"We're on Elistra."

Intrepid frowned. "So we made it."

"You've been relocated to another town, but you haven't moved worlds since you crashed."

The atmosphere dawned on Intrepid. The last place he had seen Red was in the small back room in the back of Alex's home, which had been his parent's home. His home. There had been a bench and a piano in that room. In this room where he was now, there was still a bench and a piano, and some extra furniture.

"This is my house!" he exclaimed.

"Not exactly," the girl he assumed was Red said grimly. "When your rocket was damaged, it slipped through more than a dimensional crack. You're in the past, Intrepid. You traveled to the past!"

The revelation hit him in the stomach like a train. *Was this what Tiberius meant when he could save his family? By traveling back in time? It was absurd!*

"This is crazy." he whispered. "Why are there Darklings here if we're in the past? Did they fall through a rift too?"

"Didn't you read about Nexus Force history?" she groaned.

"I think you'd know if I did." Intrepid grumbled.

"My father never told me."

"I haven't." Intrepid admitted. “My family wasn’t fond of the Nexus Tower.”

"The Darklings were among the first monsters to be released by the Baron. They're born directly from the Maelstrom itself. The first Stromlings were minifigures infected by the Darklings."

"And this happened when?"

"Six years ago. Around that time of the Battle of Nimbus Staion, a Maelstrom shard crashed in Elistra's plainlands.”

"Yeah, but when is now?"

"It's January 2012 now. No one really knows the Maelstrom is here, and a lot of people are still superstitious."

"Hey, I'm religious." Intrepid said.

"Yeah, there's a difference. I meant blaming everything on demons." probably-Red clarified.

"Eclipse mentioned demons." Intrepid realized.

"Who?"

"So there's still Maelstrom here..." Intrepid continued to muse. "Does Tiberius expect me to prevent my family's death my stopping the Maelstrom now? By myself?"

"About Tiberius," probably-Red answered, "my father, you from my dimension, wants you to know not to trust him at all. He says you should get out of here, and return to your time and place as soon as possible."

"Things are already different between our dimensions." Intrepid muttered. He surprised himself. Was he actually considering this?

"And they're different enough." probably-Red insisted. "For your own sake, just bail. He knows you better than anyone."

"Considering our worlds are different, I think *I* know *myself* better." Intrepid resisted. "Why shouldn't I change this future? My present?"

The girl seemed miffed. "You can't just play with your dimension's time all you want. It might not affect my dimension, but it affects me."

"How so?"

"Because you are how you are, because of your past. And I know what your future can hold. You have a very nice future ahead of you if you do as I say."

"Don't I get to plot my own course in life?" Intrepid asked.

"I thought you hate philosophy! This isn't you plotting your moves! Don't you get it?" presumed-Red shouted. Her voice cracked. "It's Tiberius. None of this would be happening if he hadn't meddled. He's the one pulling the strings here. He's the reason you're stuck in the past."

"How do you know?"

Probably-Red groaned most audibly. "He's not stupid," he heard her whisper to herself. Was that about Tiberius? No, she was talking about him. "He's just tired." She cleared her throat and said to him, "My dad went through this too. He told me about this particular event happening. He bailed as soon as he figured out what happened. What I can't figure out, though, is why you haven't."

"Maybe something about our rocket crashing?" Intrepid suggested.

"You could have fixed that." Something beeped on presumed-Red's person, and she looked down at a device on her belt. "Hate to cut this short, but I gotta get running. I'm sure you'll be too."

"Wait," Intrepid said, holding up a hand. "What about Eclipse?"

Probably-Red looked at him. Even though it was dark, he could imagine her brows furrowing like his usually did, perplexed. "I don't know who that is." she said.

Suddenly her silhouette was gone.

"Red!" Intrepid cried to the air. He grabbed at his left wrist, at his transdimensional maneuverability device, still disguised as a watch. It felt like rubber plastic now. He willed Red's image into his head, and he closed his eyes tightly, wishing as hard as he could, to just go.

He opened his eyes. Nothing happened. The device had failed. It was still broken. It'd been broken for awhile, just stopped working for no reason. And now, when he needed it most, it still didn't work.

Out of nowhere, he remembered his first encounter with Red. It was in the Maelstrom Mine, on Avant Gardens.

Suddenly he felt like his body was being ripped to shreds. Intrepid screamed as the feeling took over, and then he felt his parts mashing together. It stopped as quickly as it began, but now daylight was streaming through a hole in the wall. Of a cave.

Intrepid got up quickly. He recognized the place. It was the entrance cave to the Maelstrom Mines in Avant Gardens. The device had worked, and now he was transported here.

A Dark Spiderling walked up to him and began chewing on his cape. Intrepid got up quickly and punched it in the face. He didn't want to be here! He willed the device to take him back to Elistra, but of course it wasn't working again.

An Assembly Engineer ran by and began spraying the overgrown Spider with bug spray. The Spider didn't seem to mind yet, and Intrepid snagged the Nexus Forcer's arm. "Hey,"

"What do you want?" the guy asked.

"What time is it?" Intrepid demanded.

The engineer shrugged. "Why, you can see for yourself, it is morning!"

"What's the year?" Intrepid specified.

"Same as yesterday, two-thousand the twelfth. The date is January the ninth, eleven thirty ante meridiam, to be exact!"

The Spiderling began screaming now. Intrepid screamed too, and fell to his knees.

He might be in Avant Gardens, but it didn't make his situation any better, when he was still trapped in the past.

It was worse, because now he'd lost Kate.

**End of Part 2**

## **Part 3:** *Post Meridiem*

### Chapter 9

Cyclone spent the remainder of his flight rehearsing how he would tell his travelmates about his new condition. The infection would surprise them; it was so sudden, it surprised him too, and he still didn't know how it happened. But he knew his Imagination spark was strong enough that even though his body had transformed, his free mind was still intact, and would stay intact for some time. Since he hadn't been smashed, just infected, he didn't think a double had been created, unlike his first and last infection.

Kate would understand his plight, Cyclone thought. Maybe she'd been infected too, by whatever it was that got him. Maybe some part of him had stayed infected all this time, and being near these Maelstrom starships commenced a resurge? That didn't make sense. He'd fought dragons and the Darkitect himself since his first restoration and never seen any signs of Maelstrom on his person.

Cylone had some faith in Intrepid Fusion Eclipse, too. They knew each other from before, and despite being different from how he remembered, Cyclone didn't think Intrepid's first reaction to seeing him infected would be to smash him.

But then there were Grand Masterly Shadow and Elite Distant Tofu. Cyclone knew nothing of them except from watching their behaviors and mannerisms from their Nimbus City flat... and based on that, he he had no doubts that their first reactions to seeing him as a Stromling WOULD be to smash him.

As his rocket began its final approach to Elistra - a blue and green, average sized planet that reminded him of another planet called Earth - Cyclone figured he just had to time his reveal just right. He could ask for a private moment with Kate, then have her mediate. And he elected to stay wearing his Space Marauder gear. The Paradox gear gave off an air of Maelstrom energy which he could hide in.

The coordinates Intrepid gave them lead him to touch down before a checkpoint, just outside what seemed to be a large city from the air. The time was locally 7:30 PM, the season was summer, and the sun was on its way to dipping out of sight for the night.

Once on the ground, Cyclone noted that only two rockets were on the ground next to him: Luke's and Mara's, he recognized. His cockpit opened and he stepped out to look around. The two were not in the area, but a lone Sentinel guard stood by the checkpoint, which was little more than a blown out bus strategically placed between two retaining walls. He didn't see why he couldn't walk around, but he went to the bus instead.

The Sentinel guard was sleeping, so it was easy enough for Cyclone to walk by, into the bus, and right into a Maelstrom scanner.

Immediately loud blaring filled the bus's metal interior, echoing around and waking the guard, who gave a cry and ran to Cyclone. But the guard dropped his bayonet. "At last!" the Sentinel cried. "Nexus Force reinforcements!" He moved to give Cyclone a big hug, and the Space Marauder had little room to avoid it in the cramped bus.

"Uh," Cyclone tried to say something, but the guard was overwhelmed in crying now. Cyclone wondered if he would faint. Suddenly he pushed himself off Cyclone, glared at his helmet, and began shaking him by the shoulders.

"I've been standing here for years," the guard sputtered agrily, "one year, two years, how many years now? Three years! Thee bricking years, waiting for those blasted reinforcements! What took you so long?!" he shouted. "The last guy said you wouldn't turn up, but I won't believe it!"

"...last g- guy?" Cyclone stammered.

"I won't believe that Duke Exeter will leave me standing here for the rest of my miserable existence!"

"You'd best write him a letter, then," Cyclone told him. The Sentinel looked at him, surprised.

"Write... Duke Exeter... a letter?" the guard repeated, calming down. "Why didn't I think of that... that's exactly what I will do."

The guard stepped back, thoughtful, and Cyclone made sure to step around the Maelstrom scanner this time, only to step over another one right behind it. He stiffened as the alarm blared again.

The guard sighed and reset it. "Move along. I know you Paradox are always bringing some Maelstrom experiment wherever you go."

"Thanks." Cyclone said, genuinely relieved. He could smash the guard if it came to it, but he didn't want to.

Cyclone stopped dead in his tracks. He could NOT smash the guard, or any minifigure, ever! Not unless he knew they would rebuild, but such a thought could only come from his Stromling mind, which meant it was taking over faster than he'd thought.

"Hey Bicycle." someone said to him as soon as he exited the bus.

"What?" Cyclone asked, turning to face the source of the voice. He hid his blade hand behind his back. Supposedly he expected who it was. Grand Masterly Shadow and Elite Distant Tofu were sitting against the inside side of the retaining wall. Elite was munching on a corn dog while Grand had a Brickpad tablet, and it was Grand Masterly Shadow who addressed him.

Cyclone wasn't sure whether to be offended. Had he just called him 'Bicycle'?

Elite elbowed Grand. "I don't think that's his name." she said.

Grand frowned. "Your name is Gallant Strong Bicycle, right?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Groovy Stumped Captain."

"It's Cyclone." Cyclone muttered.

"Yeah that's it, Groovy Stumped Cyclone." Elite said with a grin.

"It's Gallant Strong Cyclone!" he almost shouted.

Grand grinned and elbowed Elite back. "See, I was more correct than you." The blond boy turned back to Cyclone. "So where's Intrepid?"

Cyclone looked back through the windows of the bus, but a Pod Rocket had not materialzed there in the last minute. "I was hoping he was already here." Cyclone admitted. "And Kate."

"Who's Kate?" Elite asked.

"Never heard of a guy called Kate." Grand said.

These guys had to be kidding. Cyclone sighed and looked towards the city. There was one wide street directly ahead of them, with houses and other streets branching off its sides. This was main street, and according to the directions Intrepid had given them, his brother's house would be a ways down it. He'd also given them two other points of interest: firstly a dojo run by someone named Edgar, who Intrepid said was a witness, whatever that meant, and secondly was the town's library.

"Say we get a move on, and catch up with them later?" Cyclone asked, and the two got up.

As soon as Elite and Grand were skipping down the road ahead, Cyclone ducked into an alley and pulled off his helmet to breathe. It didn't really get hot in the gear, since Stromlings were cold blooded, rather his physiology conflicted with the imagination tech it had. Paradox gear was known to harness the power of the Maelstrom, but it was still mostly imagination powered, and Stromlings were, by nature, allergic to imagination. If he drank a notion potion now, he'd probably smash.

Cyclone took a moment to inspect his left 'hand'. He pulled off his glove and stared at the shiny blade. It'd been three years since he'd seen the horrible weapon. He'd never wanted to see it on him again.

He supposed it was better to have a sword for an arm than a loud chainsaw or a heavy hammer. He recalled a trick from an earlier time. If he focused hard enough, the blade disappeared and morphed into a hand. Cyclone could use that better.

After putting his helmet back on, Cyclone returned to the main street and headed off after Luke and Mara. He hadn't noticed someone else watching him from a higher up terrace, joined with the shadows.

\*\*\*\*

To get disinfected the first time, Cyclone had undergone an experimental procedure which most Nexus Force encampments could provide. Such procedures were becoming widespread before he and Kate were lost in another universe. When he asked Grand Masterly Shadow about him carrying such a kit, the blond boy had replied,

"I don't have one. Mara doesn't have one."

"What if one of us gets infected?"

"Then don't get infected."

Cyclone had laughed, which accidentally came out sounding especially growly, to which he feigned a cough. He doubted anyone else on Elistra had a disinfection kit either, so he just stayed in his suit, walked behind Luke and Mara, and kept his eyes out for any particularly questioning gazes. There were minifigures in the streets, in cars, and walking on the sidewalks, but no one seemed to mind them much. They passed a park and a strip mall before reaching their destination.

Alex Talmid's house was a tall, narrow building in a row of many tall, narrow buildings. Each one was separated by a strip of astroturf. Alex's house itself had baby blue colored brick siding, and a little fenced walkway at the front. Grand Masterly Shadow rang the doorbell, and they waited.

Ten seconds later, Elite Distant Tofu rang the bell again. "I don't think anyone's home." she said.

"Or he's in the bathroom."

"Or he's sleeping."

"Like Intrepid. He always sleeps late."

"Intrepid probably fell asleep in his rocket."

"He probably crash landed on some planet. Did you hear about the guy who left his rocket on autopilot and crashed-"

"Focus!" Cyclone screamed at them, and the two turned at him. "Sorry," he said, not wanting to sound that harsh. "Maybe there's a key somewhere?" He knelt down and began lifting up decorative rocks.

"While you're digging for worms," Grand Masterly Shadow said, "I think we should open this door."

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Cyclone groaned. He lifted up one rock and found, indeed, a bunch of worms. Ew.

"Didn't you hear what he said?" Elite said. "He said you're digging for worms!"

"I'm looking for a key!" Cyclone yelled, to which Masterly Shadow sighed and unholstered his Pneumatic Drill of Blasting. "You're going to shoot the lock?!"

"Yep!" The blond boy aimed the drill right at the door handle and squeezed the trigger. The drill spun and blasted mega sized ball bearings into the door. Of course his shots went wild and punched holes everywhere else but the lock in the door. A window shattered somewhere. Cyclone cringed.

When he stopped firing, there was a hole next to the doorknob, which Elite reached her arm into to unlock and open the door from inside.

"Hellooooo?" she called, stepping in. Her cousin followed while Cyclone stayed behind to assess the damage. "Anyone home?" he heard her call. Cyclone sighed. If anyone was there, they'd have come running at the sound of the drill. Or ran. Cyclone shook his head, and stepped in, bumping into Grand Masterly Shadow.

They were both standing in the front room which opened to stairs on the left and a small kitchen on the right. They were staring at the mess on the floor. Pots, groceries, utensils, and stray items littered the ground. Chairs were tipped. Ransacked.

All their eyes were wide, taking in the mess. On the kitchen's table, a note lay, which Elite grabbed. Cyclone watched as her eyes widened even further.

She read dramatically, "If you want to see your brother, await my instructions!" She turned to Luke. "I don't have a brother."

"Me neither." Luke said.

"It's for Intrepid." Cyclone grumbled.

"Duh, of course, Tricycle." Luke rolled his eyes.

"My name's Cyclone! How can you guys joke around with this?!"

"About your name?" Luke asked.

"About THIS!" Cyclone gestured around the house, in its sorry state. "Alex is kidnapped, his house is WRECKED, and you two are still messing around with everything! Can't you be serious?"

Elite Distant Tofu sniffed, and began crying, while Grand Masterly Shadow stiffened. "Maybe you haven't considered there's a reason you see us, 'messing around with everything'." he fumed, disapproval prominent in his voice. "You don't know what we've been through, you don't know what Mara and I have seen."

"And I've been through a lot too, but you don't see me losing my sanity!" Cyclone retorted.

"Then go get a sense of humor, before you do like the rest of us!" Shadow pushed him away, then turned to comfort Elite. Peeved, Cyclone stepped back and turned away. He supposed they had points. He hadn't been very patient with them, but who would be? Intrepid? Cyclone sighed, and decided he should apologize.

He turned to do so. Elite had stopped crying, and Cyclone was about to open his mouth and say, "I'm sorry," but he stopped. Because he still heard whimpering. And it wasn't from any of them.

Shadow looked up at the stairs. "Upstairs." he whispered.

They climbed, silent and uncertain, at what to expect. Shadow took the lead and extending his Elite Cleaver, Cyclone in the middle, and Elite behind.

At the landing the crying was louder. There were two doors right here, then another set of stairs looped around for another floor. The sound came from somewhere up there.

Quietly, they ascended and made it to a screen door, already ajar, that lead to a rooftop porch, and it was past this doorway that the mystery sound was coming from. Grand Masterly Shadow took a moment to breathe, then pushed through. Cyclone ran out behind him.

Lying on the dirty ground, tears and sweat streaming down her dirt stained, otherwise pale face, lay a girl cast in shadow by the dusk's dying light. Her clothes could be described as rags, and her dark hair was matted.

Shadow and Cyclone were at her side quickly, and Shadow was trying to lift her up. "Bring her inside! Mara, get water." Elite ran off and Cyclone lifted. By the girl's light weight and small figure, she didn't look older than thirteen. But looks could be deceiving. In her state, she could be older.

They brought her inside and downstairs, where Elite had pulled bottled water in from the backroom. Poured into a cup, the girl accepted it.

"Can you speak?" Luke said softly. She nodded. "What happened to you?"

Her voice was cracked, and she said with difficulty, "I don't... know."

"Do you have a name?" Cyclone asked.

She looked at him, obviously surprised by his attire. Cyclone knew if he could take off his helmet to reassure her, he would. But he couldn't. He extended his right hand instead. "We're from the Nexus Force. We will help you."

"Help." she repeated. "We need help."

"You and who?" Elite asked.

The girl swallowed a lump in her throat. "Alex. He's been captured. You need to save him."

"We know," Shadow said, "but tell us, who are you?"

The girl concentrated and her eyebrows scrunched up, as if this was a difficult question to answer... or a difficult question to remember the answer to. Cyclone shared a concerned glance with Elite, while Shadow still stared at the girl. There was something familiar about her.

"My name is..." she began, "...Evelyne. And Alex is my brother."

The three Nexus Forcers looked at each other in shock. This was one of Intrepid's sisters, who he said had been smashed.

But if she was here, alive... then were the rest of his family alive as well?

### ***Chapter 10***

A phone suddenly rang, to which Evelyne flinched. "It's him." she whispered.

It wasn't one of Cyclone's, Luke's, or Mara's phones, but the house phone on the wall which Cyclone was closest too. After glancing at the others, he picked it up to answer it. "Hello?"

The voice on the other end sounded bitter sweet, like a poisonous plant, and the words were malevolent. "To show my willingness to bargain," Tiberius said, "I have released your friend's sister to your care."

"We can 'bargain' when you release his brother, as well." Cyclone declared.

"Ah, but where's the fun without the stakes?" Tiberius chided.

"What do you want?"

"Why, I was just getting to that! We're going to barter. I have something, or someone, you want. For him, you have to get something for me."

Cyclone glanced at the others. Evelyne had her head in her hands, while Shadow and Elite were beckoning at him. He put the phone on speaker for them. "We won't give Evelyne back." he stated.

"I don't want her, I want a thing! An object! An article, an item! Meet me at Phoenix Park tonight to discuss things further. Midnight at the Memorial Corner. No weapons."

"Wait-!" There was an audible thunk, like that of an old fashioned handset being put down, and the line went dead.

"You didn't ask him about Intrepid." Shadow complained.

Cyclone looked at the ceiling. "I didn't have the chance." he sighed.

"Call him back?" Elite suggested.

"You can try!" Cyclone groaned.

"I wasn't serious," Elite said. "If he's coming to meet us, we can ambush him there."

"He did say, no weapons." Cyclone restated.

"How do you expect to smash him then?"

Cyclone sighed again. "I haven't a better idea."

Shadow snapped his fingers. "We smash him, rescue Alex, and call it a day."

"There's no guarantee he'll bring him," Cyclone said, "he thinks giving us Evelyne is goodwill enough." He regarded the girl. "She needs someplace safe to stay, I'm not sure if we can give her that here." "Right." Shadow agreed. "Tiberius got in before, so he can get in again."

"So where is a safe place to stay?" Elite asked.

Cyclone shrugged. "I don't know yet. Off-world, perhaps. But we've got a mission to do, and we have still have time before Phoenix Park to continue it." He checked his watch. It was roughly a quarter after 8 PM, so they had just enough four hours.

"So continue with the plan?" Elite clarified. "Intrepid wanted us to meet with a guy called Edgar. He's at 16th Q street."

"We could also wait for Intrepid." Shadow said. “If you two are set on going, I'll wait at the checkpoint." He frowned, remembering somebody. "But what about Evelyne?"

At her name being mentioned, the dark haired girl looked up. "I can take care of myself." she said.

"You should still come with us." Cyclone decided.

"It's best if we stick together." Elite agreed. "There's a direct correlation between a team's strength and its size."

*Debatable*, Cyclone thought, but he agreed with strength in numbers. And they could keep Evelyne safe better with her in sight, or so he hoped. "Time to go meet this Edgar, then."

\*\*\*\*

The dojo at 16th Q Street advertised the training of Spinjitzu, so it was obvious where this particular Sensei Edgar was coming from. He was a young man probably in his early twenties with sand-colored hair, a bearded chin, and reading glasses perched on his angular face. At 8:30 PM, night class had just finished, so Edgar was chilling in the antechamber with a brick catalog when Cyclone and company, Elite Distant Tofu and Evelyne, walked in.

It was a decently sized entrance room, with plenty of seating, some exotic house plants, and in between the varied tapestries hanging on the wall was a set of Paradox Shinobi gear, Cyclone recognized.

"Greetings. How can I help you?" Edgar asked.

"I'm Gallant Strong Cyclone. We're from the Nexus Force." Cyclone said.

Edgar lowered his spectacles and the magazine. "Oh? Have I been re-enlisted?"

Elite Distant Tofu coughed. "We're not here as Nexus Force agents." she clarified. "We're friends of Intrepid Fusion Eclipse."

"Oh yeah, I knew him. Heard from his brother that he came back to stay, but I haven't seen him in over a year. How is he?"

"Hard to say." Cyclone said. "We lost him coming here."

"He's dead?!" Edgar stood up.

"No, he just hasn't showed up yet." Cyclone said hurriedly. "We flew here in our personal rockets and had a dogfight with the Maelstrom."

Edgar had ambled over to the reception desk, and his head was aimed at the Shinobi gear. "Maybe someone should look for him." he said to no one in particular.

"Grand Masterly Shadow is watching for him." Cyclone told him.

"Intrepid can take care of himself." Elite assured them.

Edgar turned around and chuckled. "Perhaps so. So, you're his friends? Who are you all, anyway?"

"You can call me Mara," Elite said. She waved at the other girl. "And this Evelyne."

"Nice to meet you." Edgar said courteously, and proceeded to explain, "Intrepid and I were teammates once. We're both originally from Elistra, so I agreed to come back and do some liberation action. How do you know him?" he asked.

Cyclone shrugged. "He and I were combat buddies."

"We met on Avant Gardens one day in 2011," Elite said, "then we discovered our shared love for all things mischevious, and we've been teamed up ever since."

Cyclone frowned, and so did Evelyne. "Intrepid's mischievous?" he asked.

"Must be a different guy." Edgar agreed.

Elite shrugged now. "People change."

"Who's Intrepid?" Evelyne asked. "I feel like I should know him."

"He's your other brother." Elite said.

Evelyne's eyes widened. "You mean Aiden?"

"So that's his name!" Elite said triumphantly.

"I'd love to stay and talk," Edgar cut in, "but I am actually supposed to do some accounting."

"Why were you reading a brick catalog then?" Elite asked.

Edgar picked up the magazine in question. "It's a Club magazine."

"They all look the same."

"So you're welcome to stay while I pay my taxes," Edgar announced, taking the Club magazine and sitting at the desk, "but unless you're here for an emergency or something of a severe nature, I'm afraid I can't talk much. We can also discuss a dojo membership."

"This is an emergency." Cyclone stated. "Intrepid's brother has been kidnapped by some evil guy and he's meeting us in Phoenix Park at midnight."

Edgar shot up. "Alex is kidnapped? What's this about an evil guy? What does he want?"

"Something we don't know yet," Cyclone confessed. "I imagine he'll tell us when we meet him."

"If we don't smash him first," Elite proclaimed.

Edgar looked perturbed. "I know Alex," he said solemnly. "I'll come with you."

"Oh." Cyclone realized. "Originally we wanted to see you to discuss your being... a witness? That's how Intrepid described you. We came here to find answers about his family, but everything has spiraled out of control since."

Edgar spread his arms and looked doubtful. "I helped liberate the planet. I knew Alex, since he was in the team too. I think rescuing him, or at least trying to, is the priority here."

Cyclone nodded.

"You say you want to smash his captor?" Edgar asked Elite.

The maroon haired girl smiled and pointed at her Elite Cleaver.

"If it comes to that," Edgar said, "I know some skills that can help in combat." He looked from Cyclone, to Elite, and to Evelyne, who suddenly looked most interested. "Do any of you know Spinjitzu?"

\*\*\*\*

### **Chapter 11**

Phoenix Park was located in the city's center. At five hundred square studs/feet large, the park was decently sized. Its grassy fields and circular pattern benches reminded Cyclone of Nimbus Plaza, except instead of a plaza in the center, there was a small lake. The park featured a lot of multi-level designs, accessible by marble stairs. Flower boxes were built at the highest levels, then grass, then benches, then more benches, then a small walkway, and finally the lake. One corner of the park was unlike the others. It had a building, and was labelled the Memorial Corner.

Inside that structure, Cyclone inspected the portraits of various men and women. He recognized that some wore Nexus Force gear. A Sentinel Space Ranger called Quinn was described as a great pilot. To his left was another Nexus Forcer, an Assembly Inventor named Haze. She had a tally drawn under her portrait, an impressive number of five-hundred sixty Maelstrom Invaders smashed. Cyclone figured Edgar knew who they were, but there was something else he needed to ask the Paradox Shinobi first.

Cyclone turned away from the wall. Behind him, Edgar was reviewing the Spinjitzu he'd taught Elite and Evelyne. *Elemental Spinjitzu*, he'd said, *does not require Imagination*. So this was perfect for Evelyne, who's Imagination potential was not unlocked, although as a senior Nexus Force officer Edgar could do it for her.

He'd taught them the basics back at the dojo in its special Spinjitzu training room. After bouncing off the padded walls for half an hour, they'd figured it out. Now that they had changed places, Elite Distant Tofu announced she was happy enough with her Avant Gardens gear, so she just watched as Evelyne spun around in different colored tornadoes, red, white, blue, and brown, while Edgar gave her pointers.

Cyclone glanced at his watch. It was 11:35 PM, so they still had a bit of time. He went to Edgar and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Can I ask you something in private?" Cyclone asked.

Edgar faced him. "Sure. There's a backroom... why?"

"I'll tell you there." Cyclone said. Once away from the others, he began by prefacing, "So, I was wondering, do you have any Disinfection Kits on you?"

Edgar looked surprised, and started poking around in his backpack, which he'd brought along with his Shinobi Gear. "It would seem I do... I happened to carry a few as a Nexus Force medic, but haven't used them in a long time. Do you know someone who's infected?"

"Actually, yes."

"Are they here?"

Cyclone sighed. "Yes."

"So where is he, or she?"

With another sigh, Cyclone took off his helmet. "Yours truly."

Edgar looked up. "Oh, I see. I was wondering why you kept that on." He stood up, holding the kit, and stroked his stubble. "How long have you been like this?"

"Just today, but really I don't know how it happened," Cyclone confessed. "I got infected once four years ago, then disinfected, and I've been the same since, then today I looked at my hand and suddenly, there's a sword there."

Edgar looked there. "I don't see a sword."

"Stromlings can hide it."

"Interesting. Anyway, you obviously know how disinfection works, and doesn't work, since you haven't tried drinking a Notion Potion yet." Edgar noted.

"How do you know?"

"For one thing, you'd be a bit smashed."

Cyclone shivered. "Right. I've never used a disinfection kit before."

"It the simplest thing." Edgar said. "Take it and use it." Then he went back to the main room.

Cyclone inspected the disinfection kit. It was white and blue, and plain, like a generic Healing Kit. With nothing else to do, and unsure what to expect, Cyclone activated it.

He'd expected some horrible burning reaction that Stromlings otherwise had to Imagination, but instead he felt calmed, cooled, and relaxed. He watched a blue glow began at his hands and feet, shining through his gear, and spread to his torso and his head. Then there was a small burst of energy, mostly light, but he hadn't expected it so he was knocked him to the ground.

The light faded, and when Cyclone got up, the first thing he felt was the power of Imagination rushing through him again. The floor was shiny enough to be a mirror, and he saw his minifigure face. He was restored.

For now.

*\*\*\*\**

At 11:59 PM, Cyclone, Elite Distant Tofu, Edgar, and Evelyne stood in the park. Together they made a reasonable force. Both with Rank 3 gear, Cyclone and Edgar could both take and deal the most damage. Elite Distant Tofu had her best gear; Shirt of Armor, Dungarees, Breastplate of Armored Inspiration, Wizard's Hat of Whirlwind, Shield of Shielding, and Elite Cleaver. She was also loaded with consumables. Evelyne had the gear of Quakes equipped, since logically Earth Spinjitzu would be most effective in an outdoor park. Elite also had a Worthy Force Blade to give her, since swords are always handy.

With ten seconds to go, the air was still calm, the trees barely rustled, and there was nothing to suggest that anything was about to happen.

"Maybe he's not coming." Cyclone said.

"You scared?" Elite teased.

Cyclone shook his head. "Just anxious."

There was a *thump* outside the park, and they turned towards it direction, seeing nothing. It sounded like a car door closing?

"Didn't hear a car coming." Cyclone said.

Footsteps echoed up the marble walkway. Then a man appeared. He wore dark clothes, a long black trenchcoat buttoned up over dark suit pants, but he did not wear a hat. The wind picked up then, coincidence? It added drama to his entrance, and his black hair blew with the crinkling of leaves.

"I said bring no weapons!" the man, Tiberius, called angrily, stopping his approach at the highest level. "But no matter, I've come only to speak, and you need only to listen."

Cyclone glanced at his companions, who looked at him expectantly. So he was the leader. "We'd like proof that Alex is safe!" he called back.

"Do I seem untrustworthy? I give you my word, he and the others will stay safe for as long as you cooperate."

"Others!" Elite shouted.

Tiberius's face was already unusually pale, like that of someone who did not see enough sunlight, but now he smiled. "Not quite a slip of the tongue. Now, if I may state what I need: Maelstrom Ore."

"The Skulkin were mining that on Crux Prime." Edgar stated. "They stopped mining it, of course, after their defeat, so it can't be got anymore."

"Actually, you can get it!" Tiberius exclaimed. "Quite easily."

"Why don't you get it then?" Elite shouted back.

"I'm a very busy man," he said, tugging at his coat. "I have work to be done here. Very important work. But my work needs me so I can't leave. You can fly across the entire universe, however, you only need to go to Crux Prime and mine some ore."

"We can't." Edgar stated tersely. "The quarry was stopped up long ago, and all the entrances were sealed to purify it. I read it in a Club magazine."

Tiberius laughed. "Don't think that's the only Maelstrom mine! There's another the Nexus Force doesn't know about."

"Then how do you know about it?" Elite demanded.

Tiberius glanced at her. "You're feisty." he said, and Elite glared at him. "Anyhow, it's consistent with your interests to stop that mine up, as well. My contacts have told me that, given twenty years, that mine will expel powerful new Stromlings. Horrifying creatures, Scorpions, Camel Spiders... so thank me now."

"Why?" Cyclone asked.

"Because if I hadn't told you about this mine, there would be another Maelstrom resurgence! Now you can preempt it." Tiberius said. "But before you stop it up, be sure to get me my ore. You agree I deserve it now, don't you?"

He had a point. "Perhaps." Cyclone conceded.

"You do understand," Elite began, "that we can use this information, walk away, and not help you?"

Tiberius shrugged. "I understand that risk, and that's why I have backup plans. Many plans. I won't tell you them."

"You might if we make you." she threatened, and Cyclone tapped her on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

"Keeping him talking." Elite whispered back, and shouted to Tiberius, "We're not done! Tell us where Intrepid is!"

"Oh, him!" Tiberius recalled. "Hmm. He's one of my backup plans, so I can't tell you."

Elite levelled a Drill of Blasting at him. "What if I shoot you?"

Tiberius noted the weapon. "He serves me now," he stated, "and he doesn't even know it."

"What do you mean?"

"I will divulge no more details!"

An imagination glow formed around her hand. "I will shoot this." she promised.

"It'd be a mistake to make an enemy of me!"

"As if you're a friend!"

The man sighed. "If we've reached a mutual understanding, I'll be leaving now." He turned to go, and began to descend down his side of the park, out of view, leaving the four to deliberate.

Elite stared wildly at her teammates. "Are we stopping him or what?!" she demanded.

"We outnumber him," Edgar reminded. "We can take him."

"He seems like the type of person to carry surprises." Cyclone warned. He turned to their fourth member. "Evelyne, does he?"

The dark haired girl looked uncertain. "He's dangerous." she said. "But here he's alone, so I think this is our best chance to get him."

"That makes two of us." Elite agreed. She turned to go.

Outside the park, a car alarm chirped and a V8 rumbled to life.

"It's now or never." Edgar said.

Cyclone set his jaw. He shared a short glance with each teammate, then stared ahead. "Fine." he said through gritted teeth.

He barely had time to shout, "Wait!" before Elite consumed a quicksickle and was bolting out of the park. Evelyne spun into a tornado and the ground rippled underneath her, increasing her speed. Cyclone and Edgar took off running as fast as they could.

Outside the park, they sighed Tiberius' car. It was on, but Tiberius was not yet in it. He stood outside, watching their approach and shaking his head. Then he got in. Cyclone armed his Maelstrom Rockets while Edgar prepared a Lightning Strike.

But then they noticed that Elite was not in sight.

And they realized Tiberius was not alone.

Suddenly Cyclone was knocked off his feet by a rush from the side. He shouted and fell to the ground, his gear absorbing the impact. He pushed himself up quickly, only to receive a blow to the face. The helmet's HUD brought his assailant into view: a dark figure, wearing clothes like Tiberius, but tighter and more accommodating of quick motions.

Then the figure disappeared from his sensors, and Cyclone could have sworn he didn't blink.

He heard another shout, from Edgar, as he came under attack as well. Cyclone stood up successfully this time and auto-fired his blaster at the assailant, who swung around and promptly disappeared from thin air. The laser blasts arced past where it had stood, towards Edgar instead, but the Shinobi dodged them.

"How in the universe is she doing that!" Edgar shouted to the air.

"She?!" Cyclone shouted.

Edgar turned to him. "Behind you!"

Cyclone braced as someone kicked him in the back, but he had steadied himself and swung around to face his attacker. She wore a hood and a mask that obscured her face. He didn't bother firing back, because as he'd expected, she vanished a second later.

Then Evelyne screamed.

The Paradox turned to her quickly, and Cyclone took his fingers on and off the blasters. He couldn't risk shooting her. Edgar was in a similar predicament with his shurikens. The dark figure had grabbed her, but Evelyne quickly spun them both into a tornado. The entire thing disappeared only to reappear next to Tiberius' car, where he stood ready with a stun blaster. Before they could do anything, he shot Evelyne and she fell to the ground, paralyzed, and the dark figure looked on.

Cyclone wanted to run and help, but the way the dark figure stared at him basically told him, *don't move or else*. He and Edgar could only watch as Tiberius crouched down and said to Evelyne, but loud enough for them to hear, "This is the second time you owe your life to me."

He looked up, and to the two Paradox he proclaimed, "You see what happens if you try and trick me! I may not let you off so easy next time." He got in the car, the dark figure as well, and with a peeling of tires the sedan disappeared into the night.

Then Cyclone ran down the incline to Evelyne, Edgar behind him, and for the second time that day he helped her up. Her face was white and her eyes could only twitch under the paralysis, but she was breathing and it would wear off soon.

Cyclone attended to her, when he remembered they weren't a trio. He was going to say something, but Edgar spoke first.

"Where's Mara?" Edgar asked.

*\*\*\*\**

With the help of her tracking device, they found Elite stranded on an island in the middle of the lake. Elite sounded peeved when Edgar went to rescue her on a speedboat.

"Did you capture him?" she asked.

"We did not." Edgar lamented. "I don't know if we ever will."

Meanwhile, Cyclone sat with Evelyne. Able to move at last, they had relocated to a park bench. And she began crying.

"You did fine back there," Cyclone told her. "We'll get Alex and Intrepid back, even if it's Tiberius' way."

Evelyne looked up at him. "I'm scared, about what Tiberius said."

"How you owe your life to him? You don't."

"I know it means something," she sniffed, "but I don't know what. I don't know... I can barely remember anything. I know Alex and Aiden are my brothers, and we lived here, and I know my name, but everything else is a blur. The last thing I remember clearly is... getting smashed. That's not right, is it?"

Cyclone shook his head. Considering her Imagination wasn't unlocked, she couldn't even rebuild if she was ever smashed, yet she was here anyway so that didn't make any sense. "I don't think so. Edgar said he was a medic in the Nexus Force, he can help you. But you're doing fine."

"No, I'm not!" Evelyne shot back, and she stared at Cyclone. Her eyes glistened. "I know this sounds strange, but I feel like, for the last two years, I've been dead!"

### ***Chapter 12***

Cyclone, Mara, and Luke agreed that coordination was needed. After meeting back at Alex's house with Edgar and Evelyne, they determined the best course of action was to leave. The farther from Tiberius, the better they would be, at least in terms of comfort. Tiberius had a teleporting minion, who knew how far he could reach to get them?

None of them wanted to think about that.

Grand Masterly Shadow also had somber news. At the launchpad that would take them back to the Nimbus Station, he told them gravely, "I logged into our Leek Works server, and Intrepid's tracker doesn't show up as reporting."

"When did it stop?" Elite asked.

"It stopped transmitting during the five minutes we were jammed by the Maelstrom, and it continued after that, but we only got one upload. Then, nothing..." his voice trailed off.

Elite looked stonefaced. "We can try increasing the range."

"Yeah..." Grand said robotically, unfocused, as if he was lost in worrisome thoughts.

"You guys think about that on the way back," Cyclone encouraged. "We'll go to Nimbus Station and work there."

"Mmhm..." Grand mumbled. Elite got into the cargo rocket silently. Cyclone felt bad for them, and he didn't feel much better himself. He realized that if they lost their friend, then Evelyne was losing a brother, too. He turned to her and Edgar, not too sure what to say, but wanting to do something.

"How are you holding up?" he asked Evelyne.

"Could use some good news." she said curtly. Cyclone could relate. In between Alex's capture, Intrepid and Kate's disappearance, the existence of another Maelstrom mine, and their inability to combat Tiberius's hit man, or hit woman... it wasn't selfish to want to hear something better for once.

Edgar piped up, "It'll be nice to see Nimbus Station again."

"I've never been there." Evelyne said.

"It's an amazing place..."

Perhaps that was something to look forwards to.

They boarded the NSS Point Hope.

\*\*\*\*

There was a twelve hour difference between Elistra's and the Nimbus System's local times. With the faster speed of their Botany Bay type transport, they landed in Nimbus Station just after its sixth hour past noon, after a fifteen minute flight.

"So we're going to this Leek Works?" Cyclone asked as they headed for the newly created Nimbus Train Station. Cyclone had been down these walks many times before, but Evelyne was tilting her head and looking around, taking it all in like a grandious palace. The city had transformed a bit since two years ago, Cyclone did note. There were more rockets in the sky, civilian and official. More roads and bridges had been built. High speed train lines above and below ground traversed the entire world. The train that would take them to Nimbus City wasn't there yet, but the one to Brick Annex was waiting.

Elite answered his question. "No point." she pouted. "Intrepid's dead."

"Don't say that. We don't know until we've looked." Cyclone told her. "You suggested boosting the range?"

Grand cut in, "Intrepid was working on upgrading the hardware last week for that exact purpose, but as far as we know, he didn't finish it."

"We can finish it, then." Cyclone said.

The blond shook his head. "No idea. He is, as you know, very secretive, this thing included. I suspect his 'upgrade' had to do with transdimensional technology, the same stuff our phone system now sort of uses. We were playing with that before he had the bright idea to travel to Elistra." Grand sighed. "Look where that got him."

The Brick Annex train blew its retro electronic whistle, signifying it was ready to go.

"I bet all the stuff is there, waiting to be plugged in." Cyclone said hurriedly, even though he didn't know where 'there' was. "It's worth a shot, come on guys."

"I'm with you." Edgar said. Evelyne nodded.

"Fine." Grand conceded, and they joined the commuters heading back to Brick Annex.

"So what's Leek Works anyway?" Cyclone asked.

Elite began to explain. "It's kind of a secret base..."

Indeed, to the outside world, Leek Works was nothing more than an alleyway entrance advertising dry cleaning, as that was the profession of the previous resident and no one had changed the sign. It was a mile from the Train Station's Brick Annex stop, a distance which they walked. Once the five entered through the boring gray door, it became apparent that Leek Works was something else entirely.

While a gray cement structure as well, the inside housed many tables, atop of which were multiple laptop computers, like what their Nimbus City bedroom had been transformed to.

"It's a server room." Edgar stated.

"Not just," Grand corrected. "In the back is a lab, for experiments, and there's another room where we keep all the junk. Intrepid's meticulous about keeping this room and the lab clean. If you like how this looks, don't go to the basement."

"This already looks like a basement." Evelyne said. "So my brother worked here?"

"Ha, he didn't do anything. Elite and I are the real programmers, he just feeds us. And replaces the computers when they break." Grand shrugged. "A lot of what we do are his ideas, though."

"We serve the betterment of minifigurekind." Elite said.

"Really?" Evelyne asked.

"No. I have no idea what we're doing. But it's fun."

Cyclone looked around. In his head, he'd pictured some exotic piece of technology sitting next to a computer, ready to be used, just not plugged in. They could plug it in and fix everything, he'd thought. He admitted he'd gotten ahead of himself.

"So where's the magic?" he asked.

Grand pressed a button on one laptop, and it prompted for a password, which he put in. "Here's the magic," he said, and brought up a program's graphical user interface and a terminal. "It's all code, telling one hardware how to use another hardware, through software and firmware."

Cyclone, Evelyne, and Edgar shared confused glances.

"I'm sure you're lost." Elite said. "Translation: Intrepid brought something in, it's in the Junk Room, it's already wired up to the system, but we need to tell the system how to use it."

"Oh." Cyclone said. So he'd guessed something correctly, just it was already done. And now there was nothing he could do.

"So take a seat, go get lunch, go home, just do something interesting." Grand said, while he and Elite sat down in front of their computers. "We may be here for a few minutes. That's computer talk, by the way. Whenever a computer tells you, 'This may take a few minutes', they mean forever."

Cyclone nodded, and he and the others headed for the door. On the way out, Cyclone heard Elite say, "You got 'em good."

"They didn't understand a word I said." Grand agreed.

Cyclone shut the door and shook his head. They began walking, basically aimlessly, down the sidewalk. "Those two." he sighed.

"How well do you know them?" Edgar asked.

"They're Intrepid's friends," Cyclone said. "Not mine."

"Did you see how their entire demeanors changed once they got to the computers? They like programming. You've given them something to do. It's good if they're happy."

"Yeah."

"How old are they?" Evelyne asked.

Cyclone shook his head. "I don't know. I'd guess Elite's fourteen, and that Shadow's older? Apparently they're cousins."

Evelyne asked modestly, "Not to sound rude, but what's with the names around here? My brother was called Intrepid?"

"They're assigned names," Edgar explained. "Do they help to keep track of us? For anonymity? Who knows. So what's the plan, Cyclone?"

"Glad someone can get my name right." Cyclone muttered to himself, then spoke up. "We should do what they said, order some food for here, and Nimbus City." he decided. "We should check up on Calm Thoughtful Tornado, too. See if he's incarcerated himself."

"I'm starving," Evelyne agreed on the food, as they passed a restaurant. "We should go to a buffet."

"You guys can go," Cyclone said, pausing in his walk. "I'll go to Nimbus City first, I want to call some friends and investigate that mine on Crux Prime."

"I'd come with you," Edgar volunteered, "but..."

Evelyne rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself. If I was thirteen two years ago, I'm fifteen now."

Edgar shrugged. "It helps to have a guide. I'll go with whoever."

"We can meet up later," Cyclone said. "I won't go off-world for awhile."

"We'll meet at Nimbus City?"

"Yep."

"See you there, then."

"Good luck." Evelyne said with a wave, and she and Edgar entered the straunt.

Cyclone kept walking, and dialed on his I-Brick another diner that did takeouts. He ordered a delivery for Leek Works, "The old dry cleaning place," he'd described, and the guy on the phone knew what he was talking about. So much for a 'secret' base. Then he ordered pizza for the Nimbus City apartment, hoping Tornado was there to receive it. On the same page, he wondered if Luke or Mara would answer the door for their food.

On the way back to the Train Station, he passed by the gardens outside an apartment complex. He'd lived here once, Cyclone recalled. He'd been shot at here once, he also recalled with a shiver. It seemed like so long ago. He could probably hire Krill Matthias to come to Crux Prime with him, but he was thinking of Cheerful Power Rover. The Buccaneer knew plenty of Venture friends who would gladly run into danger, and be capable of running out of it, if Cyclone couldn't go himself.

Cyclone was relieved when Tornado answered the door to let him in. He'd received the food delivery as well, since he was holding a slice of pizza.

"Is Intrepid here?" Cycone asked hopefully.

"Havntseenim." Tornado said with his mouth full.

Cyclone took the couch and collapsed.

The apartment was a little messier, he noted, with the mail strewn on the floor, but otherwise looked alright. "So how'd your day with the Nexus Force social services go?"

"Justfine!" Tornado said. "Icantelyoumor-"

"Later." Cyclone said quickly. He waited for him to finish the pizza, before saying, "Now is fine."

"Right, so," Tornado related, "they wanted to see you and your girlfriend."

Cyclone frowned. "Kate's not-"

"It was a man and a woman, and they said so I repeat," Tornado continued, and proceeded to speak in a falsetto, "'This isn't too confidential, so you can tell Cyclone and Kate there's a special mission we'd like their help with.' And now I'm telling you, don't do it."

"Why?" Cyclone asked.

Tornado turned grave. "I was in the Epsilon Experiment," he whispered. "And they left me to die."

"When you leave the universe, the universe forgets about you." Cyclone said.

"What?"

"It's something Intrepid told me and Kate," Cyclone explained. "Maybe it was an accident."

"You're too trusting!"

"I came to the idea myself."

Tornado sighed, as Cyclone got up and helped himself to some pizza as well. With his clean hand, he began dialing Rover. As if to spite him, Tornado turned on the TV.

"I'll be in the bedroom, then." Cyclone grumbled, and went into the next room, closing the door behind him.

He got Rover's voicemail, and Cyclone was about to try someone else, when there was a flash of light behind him. He swung around, finding himself facing a portal. It had to be a portal, for through a ring of glowing white light, that pulsed and contorted as if unstable, he saw another scene, that looked to be a bright daytime skyline?

Cyclone heard voices, and then a boy and a girl stepped into the frame. They were both the same height and had brown hair, looking to be brother and sister? Twins? "Whoa." the girl said.

Then, out of nowhere, Intrepid appeared in the scene. The portal had to be two way, because he shouted in recognition, "Cyclone!"

Before Cyclone could respond, another voice from the other side answered, "What?"

"What?" Cyclone repeated.

Intrepid looked about to step through, before someone else shouted, "Wait!" and the portal imploded. Cyclone flinched. Questioning thoughts began to run through his brain.

First and foremost, what in the universe had just happened?

Then, where was Intrepid?

## *Part Four:  Sons and Daughters*

### **Chapter 13**

It was an average day in Avant Gardens.  The sound of battle outside the Sentinel Base
camp was ingrained in Beck Strongheart's mind.
Occasionally a Sentinel jet squadron would streak by overhead and
deliver a booming payload.  Sometimes a
Stromling would wander near the gates, and he would hear a quick *pew-pew* as the riflemen promply
dispatched it.

It was one of those days where nothing out of
the ordinary happend, which was how Beck Strongheart liked it.  He could plan his forces' next attack without
having to worry about a sudden appearance of Chainsaw Stromlings, or a Spider
Boss climbing into the camp - now that was out of the ordinary.  Today he could appreciate the world's
otherwise sereneness.

It was a day like this when, in between
sending soldiers to train in Survival or fight some Spiderlings, his mind
wandered to something else in the Spider caves.
Or someone.  Her name was Melodie
Foxtrot, and Beck would never tell anyone that he loved her.  But she seemed to like the Spider Caves more,
Beck thought snarkily, because she'd set up camp there, rather than his Base
camp.

What could he do to get her to stay with the
rest of the Sentinels, where she would be safe?
Safe with him, of course, he appended with a nod.  He didn't notice a recruit standing in front
of him that moment, and he looked up with a start.

"Salute, recruit!" Beck instructed,
and the minifigure did so, bringing his hand up in front of his black
bangs.  Beck scrutinized him.  He wore some pretty high level Avant Gardens
gear, the commander noticed, a Leather Jacket and Flight Suit Leggings, so he
was probably one of his experienced soldiers.
But he did not recognize this recruit, and Beck knew his recruits.  At least he thought he did.  Maybe this was not a recruit, but an undercover
agent sent from HQ.

Pursuing that hunch, Beck asked sternly,
"Did Exeter send you?"

The boy looked surprised, but he answered
with decorum, "No, sir."

"Under who are you stationed?"

"Commander Beck Strongheart, sir."
the minifigure said, puzzled, and broke protocol.  "Commander, you do recognize me,
Intrepid Fusion Eclipse?"

"No." Beck said.  "I do not believe we have met."

Intrepid turned to the Assembly Engineer he'd
met before, who now stood in the safety behind the base camp's rocks, polishing
his armor.  "You said this was
January 2012." Intrepid said accusatorially.  "My commander should know me."

The engineer looked up, shrugged, then
returned to his polishing.  "I don't
know you." he said.

Intrepid raised his chin in annoyance and
stalked away from Strongheart.  "I
joined the Nexus Force in 2011."  He
waved a hand in the commander's direction.
"He should know me."

The engineer, whose name was Strange Odd
Shadow, raised his eyebrows but still inspected the reflectance of his
shoulderpads.  "Perhaps in your time
travels, you have unwittingly removed your past self from ever meeting
Commander Strongheart."

Intrepid shook his head.  "No way.
I just got here yesterday, and that's not enough time for anything to
change today."

Shadow did not say anything of that, and
moved on to his helmet, which he took off of his short, hazel coloured hair.

Intrepid sighed, and turned to go...
where?  He didn't know.  "You're a great help." he muttered.

"Oh!" Strange Odd Shadow looked up
then, and Intrepid turned back to him.
"I have figured that if you're an accidental traveler, you must be
interested in getting back to your correct time!  Well, I have an idea that may help you!"

"I'm listening." Intrepid said.

"You should go to Nimbus Station and ask
Wenn Wuzzit to send you back to the future!
Or the past!  Or wherever you come
from!"  The young man stood up then
and stowed his engineer gear away, wearing his street clothes now.  "In fact, I'm headed to Nimbus Station
as well, so I would accompany you."

It was a good idea, Intrepid agreed.  "Good idea," he said, "but
what I really need is a rocket.  I left a
friend behind on another planet, and I need to get back."

Shadow, whose eyebrows were still raised,
dropped one so the other brow remained raised, giving him a peculiar look.  "But you didn't sscome here in a
rocket." he stated.

Intrepid looked at his left hand, which was
closed.  With nothing to lose, he opened it,
revealing the transdimensional maneuverability device.  "I came with this." he said.  At Shadow's curious stare, and he considered
how to explain it.  "It's like a
teleportation device, that can take the user anywhere he or she can
envision.  Even to other dimensions, and
other universes."

"I stand by my first bet that you're
from the future, then!"

"The device sort of is," Intrepid
said.  "It was given to me by-"

"You should just use it, then, to go see
your friend!" Shadow interrupted.
"Unless it is broken."

"It is brok-"

"I know someone in Nimbus Station who
can fix it!" Shadow kept speaking, then he paused.

Intrepid wanted to wait for him, since he
obviously had much to say, and Intrepid didn't want to interrupt him... or be
interrupted.  But after a five second
staring contest, Intrepid figured, whatever, and asked, "What's his
name?"

"He is called Strange Odd Shadow!"

"That's you."

"Obviously!"  Shadow added, "If your device is indeed
a teleporter, then I can fix it and you can get to where you need to go faster
than it would take you in a personal rocket.
And I know the public rocket transportation schedule and the next
off-world launch is in a week!  So, you'd
best come with me."  He then ran off
for the monument path.

Intrepid looked after him.  Strange Odd Shadow did seem an odd character,
but Intrepid could agree with his quick calculation.  Without a better idea, he elected to follow
him.

He had just passed Klaus Zett's stand when a
distant explosion permeated the air.

\*\*\*\*

  The boy watched
as a pillar of smoke rose in the scene before him.  He shook his head.  "Crimson." he muttered.  "Look what you've done now."

The girl beside him dropped her arms,
previously outstretched, and stamped a boot on the ground.  Her heel struck the monument walkway with a
clang.

"Careful." the boy chided.  "We don't need more attention-"

"Shut it." she hissed, and threw on
her Forester's Hood.  Previously around
her shoulders, it no longer covered the logo on the back of her black shirt:
that of a light green colored circle containing the lemniscate shape of
infinity, intersected by a slash.

"There's no salvaging the ore now."
the boy flouted with a smirk.

Gritting her teeth, the girl whirled on her
teammate.  "Got a plan then?"
she snapped, and he shrugged.

"I don't plan to get in trouble for
you."

"Then get a move on."

So they ascended the monument, quickly
building speed.  He had disheveled, spiky
beige hair, while her dark strands poked out of her hood and danced in their
wake.  The metallic clanking of their
running footfalls changed to absorbed thuds as the catwalk beneath them changed
to stone at the top of the monument.
They were about to mount the bouncer that would launch them off of the
giant statue and give them enough speed to escape the world.

But the girl had to swerve, and in doing so
slow down, because then a minifigure stepped out from around the statue's neck,
right in front of her.

Looking back, the boy cursed and skidded to a
stop.  He opened his mouth to shout at
her, but then he noticed why she'd stopped.
Their interceptor carried a sharp, multi pronged staff that matched his
helmet, black and in the shape of a bat.
His cape rustled in the high altitude wind as he approached the
girl.  A Bat Lord, the boy recognized.

The Bat Lord had his back to the boy, who
raised his fists and stepped forwards.

But then he was clubbed on the head by a Rank
1 Engineer wrench and fell face first to the ground.

"I rarely have use for this, being one
to achieve Rank 3!" Strange Odd Shadow declared, looking up from the boy's
stunned form to admire his wrench.   The
boy groaned and stirred, while Shadow said, "But sometimes it is the good
old wrench that gives the best whack!"

Intrepid Fusion Eclipse, who was in the Bat
Lord suit, advanced on the girl, who backed towards the platform's edge.  She dragged a foot along the corner of the
precipice, and looked down at the drop.
Intrepid didn't shift his watch from her, but when he spoke, it was of a
large, purple, egg-shaped object above him.

"There's a Maelstrom Shard on Bob's
head!" he snarled.  His words, he
realized, sounded ridiculous, but he finished accusively.  "And you put it there!"

"You can have it!" the girl
shouted.

"I don't want it!" Intrepid shot
back, noting her feet.  Her legs began to
bend, and he began to move.

"Neither do we," she said, and
stepped off the monument, and with a drop she disappeared off the cliff.

Intrepid scrambled over to the edge, nearly
falling off himself, and peered off the front of the monument.  There was a catwalk some thirty feet directly
below, but he saw no sign of her.  Then
he felt a rush of air behind him, and realized in the time it took to spin
around that he'd been hoodwinked.

There was a ripple in the air through which
the girl seemed to fall out of, but her feet were aimed at him.  Her boots impacted right on his chest,
knocking the air out of his lungs as he fell backwards...

...and off the face of the monument.

Intrepid felt the air rushing past his ears
as he plummeted, arms and legs flailing, to certain smashing.  He'd rebuild with a broken back would would
help him very much in combat.  He was being
sarcastic.  Of course it would hurt.

But instead of a moment of cold, hard, pain,
he suddenly felt arms grabbing him, and orienting him - instead of falling
backwards, he felt himself being tipped over to land feetfirst.  He stumbled when his feet, instead of his
spine, struck the catwalk, and he landed physically unhurt.  He still felt disoriented.

As soon as his head stopped spinning,
Intrepid was able to stand up and turn to his rescuer.  He imagined Shadow could have jumped down and
grabbed him... although that didn't make much sense, since Shadow couldn't
teleport.  Intrepid knew who could,
though, so he wasn't surprised to see Red standing in front of him.

She wore a black coat over a hooded shirt,
the hood of which dropped to her shoulders as she looked up from a device in
her hand, which she stowed in her belt.

"I didn't expect to see you here."
Red said.

"Me neither."  Intrepid realized a typical aspect of their
encounters.  They always left him with
more questions than answers.  Maybe that
could change.  "We need to talk
later." he announced.

Red shrugged, and looked up above him.  Intrepid followed her gaze and craned his
neck to look up from where he fell.  He
could see animated flashes characteristic of Imagination weaponry - Shadow's
weapons - and they both heard the distinct crashes and thuds of combat.

"Hold on," Red instructed, then she
grabbed his arm.  In a flash they
transdimensionally maneuvered to the top of the monument.

Strange Odd Shadow seemed to be holding his
own.  His Rank 3 wrenches spun in his
hands as he dodged and returned punches to and from the boy and girl duo.  They did not carry weapons, rather they wore
them.  Around the boy's forearms were
metal cylinders that seemed to boost his punches, and the girl had similar
devices around her ankles.  The one
around his right fist flashed, and then he delivered a lightning speed punch to
Shadow's face, and the girl followed up with a flying kick that knocked the
Engineer to the ground.

At the arrival of Intrepid and Red, the boy's
eyes widened and he grabbed the girl around her mid, pulling her off
Shadow.  She yelped in protest, but
became silent when she noticed them as well.
Intrepid stepped forwards, and they both backed towards the bouncer; their
escape.

Intrepid was about to rush them when Red
pushed him to the side, and he saw the muzzle of an energy pistol in her
hand.  The boy and girl were a second
from the bouncer when Red fired an energy blast.  It seared past the two and struck the bouncer,
smashing it.

A second pistol appeared in Red's other hand,
and she aimed a blaster at each target.
"Surrender or get shot." she threatened.

The girl shook her head and smirked.  "You fool, Red.  That's not our only way off this rock."

"Don't tell her-" the boy
protested.

"Hush!"

They didn't throw themselves off the edge
like Intrepid expected.  Instead a blue
rope appeared in the girl's hand.  She
flicked her wrist and the rope arced into the air, up and above them, towards
the tip of Monument Bob's stone hewn sword.
In an instant it had wrapped around the giant sword and tightened.  The boy and girl grabbed each other and it
coiled, pulling them up into the air faster than Red could fire, and flung them
around so they built up speed.  At the
right moment they let go, launching themselves on a flying course straight for
the Maelstrom Shard, while the girl equipped a vacuum container.

As soon as they touched it, the vacuum
activated to capture the Shard, which de-spawned into her backpack.

Both the girl and boy smiled.  She outstretched a hand, and the rope
returned to them.  Then they launched
themselves off Bob's head, falling a short distance, before the air beneath
them began to ripple and distort.  They
continued to fall past the monument's edge, out of sight, and they did not
reappear this time.

Next to Intrepid, Red sighed.  "At least I won't have to clean up their
mess this time." she muttered, turning away from the edge and visually
scanning for any left over Maelstrom.
There was none.

Intrepid didn't looked over the edge either,
although Shadow did, because Intrepid knew that this time they were gone.  Probably to another dimension.  About that...

Intrepid wheeled on Red.  "Care to explain what just
happened?" he demanded.

Red didn't say anything immediately.  She gave her firearms a spin before
holstering them, then reached for her belt.
There were a few devices strapped to it, Intrepid noticed, including a
particular rectangular black object.  At
that one, Intrepid's eyes widened, and his eyes darted back to Red's face.  She wasn't looking at him.  He couldn't have her escape too.

He reached out and grabbed her left arm,
perhaps a bit forcefully.

Red looked at him, annoyed.  "Let go," she said, and with her
other hand she picked up a different device.
Intrepid was relieved, but he didn't let go.  This device was white, also rectangular, with
a gray compass dial.  It began to project
a green holographic image in front of them that reminded Intrepid of Kate's
topographical scanner, but instead of any landform he recognized, it projected
what looked like a bunch of circles.

"I'm just tracking them." Red
assured.  "They've gone back to the
original dimension."  She turned
back to him.  "Please let go."

Even though a familiar burning sensation was
starting between his hand and her sleeve, Intrepid couldn't let her go.  Not yet.
"We have to talk." he repeated.

Red dropped her face and leaned in until
their eyes were close.  "We'll
talk." she said firmly.  "But
let go first.  I thought you trusted
me."

Intrepid let his grip slack slightly.  "You promise?"

"I promise."

He let go and Red stepped a distance
away.  He didn't blame her.  "Great." she said, looking from
Intrepid to Shadow, then back to Intrepid.
She glared at him and conspicuously rubbed her arm.  "So, start asking questions?"

"Ahem!" Shadow cleared his throat,
and they both turned to him.  Intrepid
hadn't noticed, but he now held a paper and a pen in his hands.  "This is most interesting.  I say that you, red haired girl, and those
two no-gooders come from a different dimension!
Is this true?"

Intrepid shrugged, and stepped over to the
edge.  "Good luck getting an answer,
buddy." Intrepid said.

"You catch on quickly." Red
answered Shadow.  "What are you
drawing?"

"It's a surprise!"

"Hey guys," Intrepid spoke up.  "We may wish to relocate." he
said.  Down below, he could see a small
crowd of minifigures had amassed in the base of the monument valley, looking up
at them, while Rusty Steele himself was ascending the monument path.  The monument's foreman looked angry.  He'd have a mouthful for them if he thought
they'd done so much as scratch it...

"Where do you want to go?" Red
asked.

"Lots of places!" Intrepid cried,
thinking of Elistra, of his brother's house, of the apartment in Nimbus City as
well, since now he felt like quitting everything and going back home, wherever
home was.  But that just made Red look
confused, since even the girl who understood him the most couldn't follow his
rambling thoughts.

So he decided to say simply, "We can
start at the Sentinel Base Camp."

\*\*\*\*

  "So who were
those two, the boy and the girl?" Shadow asked once they were settled
outside the Sentinel Base Camp's walls.
It still unsettled Intrepid that Beck Strongheart didn't recognize him,
so by saying outside, Intrepid didn't need to look at him, so he could pretend
he wasn't thinking about him.  His mind
had become muddled again.

"Their names are Cailan and Crimson
Crateris, brother and sister crime duo." Red said gloomily, as she played
with her dimensional scanner.  It beeped
and chirped, flashed various lights, and projected various images.
"They're also the kids of a previous colleague of mine, hence their
transdimensional maneuver-ability.  Their
first offense was stealing a Dimensional Drop."

Shadow said, "Aptly named, because it is
a device that is easily triggered by the momentum of its user in a free
fall!"

"Exactly." Red said, putting the
scanner away.  "I like you."

Intrepid looked away and narrowed his
eyes.  For some reason, her saying that
annoyed him.  He took to watching the
battlefield instead, which was oddly calm at the moment.

"So what were the Craterises doing with
that Maelstrom Shard?  They seemed to be
transporting it!"

Intrepid didn't expect Red to answer that
question, and while he wasn't facing them, his eyes widened when she actually
went and admitted, "I don't know what they're doing with it.  I've only been following them since this
morning.  I'd like to detain them, but
it's not an easy job, as you've seen."

The battlefield was boring so Intrepid turned
back to them.  He noticed Red had her
hood back up, revealing a logo on the back of her coat.  It was a green colored lemniscate, the icon
of infinity, with a slash running through it, enclosed in a circle.

"Who are you working for?" Intrepid
asked.

Red turned to him.  "I was wondering when you'd finally get
to asking your very important questions.
I don't have all the time in the world."

Intrepid shrugged.  "You do with time travel."

Red scoffed.
"Time travel doesn't exist.
Now to answer your first question-"

Intrepid's brows had furrowed, and
interrupted.  "What?  Tell me about time travel?"

"Time travel isn't real," Red
repeated.  "Dunno where you got that
idea from."

Intrepid's mind traveled back in time to a
few hours ago.  "But you told me-
you came to me-" he sputtered.
"On Elistra, you told me I traveled two years back in time."

"I wasn't on Elistra." Red told
him.  "And I never told you such a
thing."

Something dawned on Intrepid.  "Maybe you haven't... yet." he
suggested.

"Time travel isn't real!" Red
groaned for the third time.
"But," she continued, now studying her transdimensional
maneuverability device, "actually... maybe I do know where you got the
idea from.  This dimension we're in now,
is two years behind your original dimension."

Both Intrepid's and Shadow's eyebrows shot
up, for different reasons.

"So you're from a different dimension as
well!" Shadow proclaimed.  He
continued to draw something on his paper.

"Since when am I in a different
dimension?!" Intrepid shouted.

"I don't know," Red instructed,
"but you tell me what you know and we can figure this out."

"Okay," Intrepid agreed.  "So, this starts with... yesterday.  I got a call from my brother, because he got
a call from some relative called Tiberius."  Intrepid watched for a reaction from Red, but
her face stayed steady, as if she didn't recognize the name.  Which could mean a lot of things.  Did she NOT know him, which was another
contradiction between Red and the Red who visited him on Elistra?  Or maybe she did know Tiberius, but she was
being vague now.

He continued, "So, we flew to Elistra,
me and friends... and Tiberius called me in the flight.  So he told us he could save my family.  Then we got attacked by the Maelstrom, and I
crashed on Elistra..." his face had turned absentmindedly during the
dialogue, and now he turned to Red again.

"Then you came and told me I'd landed in
the past.  You told me not to follow
Tiberius."

"Wasn't me." Red repeated.

"Someone who looked like you,
then." Intrepid amended.  "It
was dark."

"Kate?" Red suggested.

"No." Intrepid said.  "She's elsewhere-" his voice cut
off, because he wasn't sure if he should tell Red what happened to her... he
didn't think she would be happy.  But Red
caught on.  Her eyes narrowed.

"Intrepid?" she asked.  "Tell me where Kate is."

Intrepid sighed.  "She's somewhere on Elistra.  I don't know where."

Red's hand closed around the transdimensional
maneuverability device, and she disappeared, replaced by thin air.

"You have strange friends, Intrepid
Fusion Eclipse." Strange Odd Shadow noted.

Intrepid glanced at him.  "Yeah," he said, before looking
drearily at the ground.  He'd upset Red,
and now she was gone. *Good work, me*, he thought.

Then Red reappeared, but this time she was
holding the hand of a certain Sentinel Samurai.
Kate seemed to stumble a bit since her footing had just changed, and
when Red let go of her she crumpled to the ground.

Intrepid would have gone to her side, except
Red was stalking straight towards Intrepid.
Even though she'd come back, Intrepid had still predicted right, because
she did not look happy.

"You left her!" Red shouted,
stopping inches from his face.  "I
told you to find her.  That means take care
of her!"

Intrepid shot back, "I would have gone
back, but my transdimensional maneuverability device has been a little
broken!  Heck, I didn't even want to come
to Avant Gardens-"

"Give me that." Red grabbed at his
wrist, where his device was strapped, and pulled the fake watch off.  "You've taken it apart, no wonder it
hasn't been working for you." she noted, and shook her head with a sorry
smile.  "No matter though, I have a
spare."

"Can I have it?" Intrepid asked.

Red laughed, but it was disdainful and
bitter.  "Okay, that was funny.  But it's not up to me, so, no."

"I could steal
yours."

Red stepped back.  "I don't think so."  Intrepid looked past her.  Shadow had gone to Kate, and as soon as she
stopped heaving the Engineer helped her to stand.  Kate's eyes darted around wildly until they
focused on Intrepid.

"In..trep.." she muttered
groggily.  "Please tell.. me.. what
is going.. on!"

"You've just been transdimensionally
transported some five lightyears in an instant." Intrepid said.

"Oh, yeah..." Kate huffed.  "It didn't feel this bad when we..
transported back from the.. other universe."

Inwardly, Intrepid was relieved that Red had
brought Kate back.  That was pretty nice
of her.  But he said hotly, "That's
what happens when your driver is careless!
You got carsickness."

Shadow frowned.  "Driver's care and carsickness are
unrelated except for the common setting.
Generic motion sickness is more applicable."  Now that Kate was standing on her two feet,
he returned to his drawing.

"Whatever.  I'm glad to see you're okay." Intrepid
told her.  "Thanks for getting
her," he added, turning to Red.

Instead of acknowledging him, Red's head
dipped, as if she were listening to something else.  Her hair swept to the side, and Intrepid noticed
a glint on the side of her head.  She was
wearing an earpiece, and listening to it.

"Who's she?" Kate asked.

Intrepid held up a hand for silence, and then
brought his other, right hand, up to that side of his head, to manipulate his
transmitter/receiver/hearing-aid combo.

"You're snooping." Kate whispered,
quiet enough for just Intrepid, and possibly Shadow, to hear, and Intrepid
stepped behind her.  Then he listened.

*"...unfortunate.  I dropped a hamper on Guppy Forest, which is*
where they materialized.  An odd place,
but they can't escape that way again.
Elite is going after them.  We
could use you back here, so come to HQ."

A loud scream suddenly pierced the air which
caused Intrepid to recoil and cringe, since it came through exponentially
louder in his right ear.  If his right
ear wasn't damaged already, it would be for awhile now.

Groaning, Intrepid stood up and saw with
relief that Red hadn't noticed his covert operation.  Rather she was staring at the source of the
scream, as was Kate and Strange Odd Shadow.
Ripping out his earpiece, Intrepid rubbed his temples before turning to follow
their gaze.

The scream, which had been like an,
"Ah!" sound, came from a Rank 3 Paradox Space Marauder, who just
rebuilt after being smashed by a Stromling.
Closest to the Stromling, a Rank 2 Samurai shouted, "Hey, get 'im!
He smashed Ray!"

The Stromling then ran, but to Intrepid's
surprise, it did not run to attack the minifigures - rather, it seemed to be
running *away* from them.  The Stromling scrambled up the incline
towards the Sentinel Base Camp, where it got shot at by the guards, but somehow
it was not smashed... yet.  One
Imagination bullet grazed its shoulder, and it stood stunned for a second.  Then another struck it in the chest.  *Jinxed*,
Intrepid thought.  Now it would smash
soon.  It was odd, and Intrepid couldn't
place it, but this Stromling looked the faintest bit familiar.

"Guys, it's time for us to go." Red
said suddenly.

"Wait!" Kate shouted, and then she
ran at the Stromling.

Intrepid reached out but she was too fast, so
he ran after her.  "What are you
doing?!" he hollered as she wrapped her arms around the Stromling and
pushed it to the ground, shielding it from any more gunfire.  Intrepid grabbed Kate's shoulderpads, just as
Shadow grabbed his hand, and looking back, Intrepid saw that the Engineer was
holding onto Red.

Then
Intrepid felt his body being ripped apart as they were all transported to
another dimension.

### Chapter 14

  When Intrepid
awoke, it was to a horrible ringing in his ears.  Despite the feeling of being put back
together, his whole body ached, and sitting up, more like trying to sit up,
made him want to throw up.  He'd never
felt like this before - he could remember many times he'd been subject to
transdimensional maneuvers in the past, and he never felt this bad.

Then again, considering his crash on Elistra
had apparently coincided with traveling to another dimension, it was more
accurate to say he had felt this bad before.
Maybe it had to do with traveling to new dimensions.  Or Red's piloting.

Groaning inwardly to himself, Intrepid opted
to wait for the fluttering in his stomach to subside, and while doing so he
heard voices.  He recognized Kate's
voice.  Then he heard another voice,
which was familiar, which he verified with a turn of his head to be that of the
Stromling.

"I'm Cyclone." the Stromling said.

Sitting next to him was Kate, and she
answered, "I know."  She paused
and smiled at the Stromling's surprise.
"My name's Kate.  In another
dimension, we're friends."

"But..." the Stromling, Cyclone,
stammered, "...how?  I'm
infected."

"You were cleansed," Kate
explained.  "We both were."

"You were infected?" this Cyclone
asked.  "But you're not now."

"Exactly.  And soon, you won't be either."  Then Kate turned to Intrepid.  "You got any disinfection kits on
you?"

Intrepid found his voice.  "No." he muttered.  Maybe someone here did, but he didn't know
exactly yet where 'here' was.  Some HQ, of
whatever organization Red worked for?  He
figured he could ask.

"Where are we?" he asked.

Kate shook her head.  "If you can get up, you'll see we're in
some sort of blank room.  That girl's
gone, she wasn't here when I woke up."

"Her name's Red." Intrepid said.

"Really?
That's a dull name."

*That rules out Kate naming her*, Intrepid
thought sulkily.

He did attempt to get up now.  He put his right elbow on the ground, a
smooth, cold floor - tile perhaps? - and then his left poked into something
soft, and Strange Odd Shadow screamed.

"Gah!" the boy cried.  "Do watch where you put your
elb-blargh."  Apparently he wasn't
feeling too good either.

Intrepid sat up and looked around, at the
ground first, then upwards.  Indeed, the
floor was tile, improved, a stark contrast to the unfinished concrete walls
that surrounded them in all directions.
The ceiling seemed to have lightning integrated into the edges where it
met the walls; there were no protruding lamps.
One wall had a metal doorframe, with a door, and some sort of peripheral
scanner, and no other visible means of opening it.  Unless one of them had a passkey, they
wouldn't be getting through.

There was a logo on the door.  The same green infinity-with-a-slash that was
on Red's coat.  But printed on such a
large object, Intrepid could now discern that one of the slash was actually
shaped like a vegetable.

Like a leek.

Together, that and the concrete made sense.

"I think I know where we are."
Intrepid said, standing.  He tottered for
a bit, then steadied his bearings and approached the door.  The scanner had a dark screen, which lit up
at his approach.  It displayed the image
of a fingerprint, and Intrepid swiped his hand over it.

The scanner whirred and the door slid
open.  "Credentials confirmed,
Intrepid Fusion Eclipse." a voice without a source intoned.

The door was open, so he intrepidly crossed
the threshold.

The room he entered was lined with tables, atop
which sat a bunch of transparent screens, with a chair for each one.  Intrepid tapped the surface in front of one
of them, and the screen lit up with text.
A gel keyboard oozed out of the table.
*Gross*, Intrepid
thought.  In one corner, he recognized an
actual laptop computer, which he happily approached.

When he tapped its
physical buttons, it exited a screensaver to display a Winbrick Experience
Index, which it was in the process of running.
So far it had completed the CPU test, in which it had achieved a score
of some decimal less than 1.

"No way." Intrepid muttered, when
he heard the scraping of a chair against the floor.  He turned around, and saw that the room
wasn't empty.  In the far corner, visible
through all the transparent screens, a boy with auburn hair was getting
up.  Quickly, Intrepid darted back and
ran his hand over the surface of the table, activating all the screens and
turning them opaque.  Then he ducked
behind a chair and peeked under the table.

The boy turned around and noticed the
screens.  He had a round face and looked
fairly young.  "Is someone
there?" he called, craning to look over the tops of the monitors, but he
wasn't very tall either.  He rotated his
head towards another doorway on his side of the room.  "Red?" he called, before
disappearing into it.

Intrepid wondered who this guy was.  He was about to get up and follow him, and
maybe find Red in the process, when someone touched his arm and he nearly cried
out in surprise.

"Don't do that!" he hissed to Kate,
who had snuck up next to him.
Wordlessly, Kate pointed at both her eyes, and then at the other
doorway.  They both stayed crouched and
watched as the boy returned, this time with a different girl.  She had dark hair, a chiseled face,
conspicuous freckles, and eyebrows that were tilted in attack mode.  Unlike the boy, who dressed in a plaid shirt
and simple pants, she wore jeans and a large sleeved coat.

"You said there were intruders
here?" the girl asked loudly.
"I don't see anybody."

"Hush or you'll scare them off!"
the boy said anxiously.

"That's one to get rid of them."

"We plan not to leave so easily!"
someone else spoke, and Intrepid and Kate whirled to see Strange Odd Shadow in
their doorway, decked out in his Rank 3 Engineer gear and looking ready to
fight.

He looked down at his two teammates.  "Why are you hiding there?"

The girl laughed.  "Psh.
It's one of those Maelstrom War reenactment guys.  Check out his outfit."

Shadow looked back at them and set his
jaw.  "I am wearing the latest and
greatest Assembly gear." he informed them.

Intrepid had seen a Rank 5 Inventor, but he
didn't say anything.

"I won't need to use it if you would so
kindly tell us where we are!" the Engineer continued.

In response, the girl held up her wrists, and
out of each sleeve extended... frying pans?
"Fight me." she said.

"We're in Leek Works." Intrepid
spoke up, standing now before either this boy or girl felt gung-ho enough to
attack them.  For his teammates' sakes,
Intrepid clarified, "We're in my secret base.  Evidently it's changed a bit in the past
twenty years.  The year here is
2034."

Shadow raised his eyebrows.  "You've been here before?"

"No." Intrepid said.  "I just know a few things."  He turned to the two who they had intruded
upon.  "I don't know who you are,
though, so I'll introduce myself first.
I'm-"

"I'm Kate!" Kate interrupted.

"Strange Odd Shadow." Shadow said.

"I'm Intrepid Fusion Eclipse."
Intrepid grumbled.  At this, both teenagers'
eyes widened.

"No way." the boy said.

"Way." the girl said.  "So this is what Red meant when she
met..." she clammed up and turned to her companion.  "Do they know?"

"Red brought us here." Kate said.

The girl nodded.  "Aha!
So this is what Red meant when she said she met her dad."

Now Kate whirled on Intrepid.  She looked at him with a puzzled expression
on her face.  She opened her mouth a few
times, was silent, and then decided.
"WHAT?" she shouted.

The girl continued.  "And that must be-"

"Hush!" Intrepid interrupted.  He couldn't let this get out of control.  "Tell us who you are," he
instructed.

The girl gestured to the boy.  "This is Ben," she introduced him,
"and I myself am Allison Ryder!
It's very 'interesting', as is your catchphrase here, to make your
acquaintance!  Our Intrepid Fusion
Eclipse is pretty weird."  As she
spoke, the frying pans folded up and retracted back into her coat.  An odd choice of weaponry.  Perhaps she was the cook.

"Are you the cook?" Intrepid asked.

"I specialize in all-natural, healthy,
gluten free, high-fructose corn syrup free, baking." Allison confirmed
proudly.

The boy, Ben, sighed.  "I'm a-"

"-walking, talking hardware maintenance
manual." Allison finished, and poked him.
"That's what he was talking about before, about consulting a
hardware maintenance manual to rebuild the old laptops around here.  He's always talking about geek stuff and
things.  'Core i12s', 'random access
memory', 'five hundred petabyte cloud state drives'."

"Am not." Ben pouted.

Intrepid wasn't sure if he could take more of
this.  Before Allison could talk more, he
directed, "So where's... everybody?"

Allison and Ben looked at him curiously.

He continued, "Elite Distant Tofu, Grand
Masterly Shadow, Red, ...me?"

Allison shrugged.  "Elite just went to Guppy Forest.  I dunno who Grand Masterly Shadow is.  Red was just here, and so were you.  The janitor and-"

"They went that way." Ben
interrupted, pointing to yet another doorway.
"Red and Intrepid.  To
talk."  Intrepid recognized it.  This one lead out.

"I was telling him about the
others." Allison protested.

"He didn't ask about anyone else."

Intrepid wondered what he'd see if he stepped
outside, but he remembered their other companion, and asked, "You wouldn't
happen to have any disinfection kits on you?"

"No idea what that is." Allison
said.

"I do." Ben told them.  "They were used in the war, but
production ended a long time ago.  We
don't have any, but we have something that can accomplish the same
thing."  He turned to Allison, as if
for approval, and she raised her eyebrows.

"I don't think Intrepid wants us using
The Ring." she warned.

Intrepid had an idea.  "Well I'm Intrepid, and I'm authorizing
you to show Kate, Shadow, and Cyclone how to operate it.  Can you use it, Ben?"

"I'm sure." the boy said with a
nod, and headed for his doorway.

"When Intrepid, our Intrepid, comes back
and yells at us, I'll tell him it's your fault." Allison said, giving him
the evil eye.  Cyclone appeared beside
them, still looking like a Stromling and also looking confused, perhaps
awestruck by their surroundings, and Shadow lead him around the tables to the
doorway, while Intrepid began walking for the door.

"Where are you going?" Kate asked
him.

"I have more questions." Intrepid
said briskly.  He made it to the door,
but before moving to open it, he noticed that Kate was behind him.  "You shouldn't come." he said.

Kate rolled her eyes.  "Don't get anti-social on me,
Intrep.  I'm forgiving you for abandoning
me on that planet, so all things considered, we've made it this far
together."

"Great." Intrepid said.  "So when you hear something you don't
like, I'll make Red do the talking."
That was being hopeful.  *And maybe someone else*, Intrepid thought.  *Maybe this dimension's Intrepid Fusion Eclipse would be*
more willing to share what he knew than Red.
Maybe he would understand him better.
Maybe he could learn what was going on in this dimension, with Maelstrom
Ore-stealing kids and people trying to trick him, and how it affected his
original dimension.  Maybe this Intrepid
knew more about his family, and Tiberius.

*Maybe maybe maybe.*

He would know by stepping out of this
door.  It had an old-fashioned brass door
handle.  With a steady hand, Intrepid
gripped it, turned it, and swung the door open.
A shallow breeze entered the room.
Taking deep breathes, Intrepid and Kate stepped through it.

The first thing Intrepid noticed was the snow
that coated the surface of the alleyway.
It was as if, sometime between 2016 and 2036, Nimbus Station had become
Frostburgh.  In the Nimbus Station
Intrepid knew, the world never had more than dustings of snow during the
holidays.  Here there had to be a few
inches.

*Crunch, crunch* was the sound his and Kate's shoes made in the snow,
even though it was already flattened by the footsteps of others.  Kate suddenly pulled on his arm, and he heard
voices ahead, but they were hushed.
Turning around, he saw Kate had paused behind a dumpster, and she
gestured silently for him to crouch down as well.  Smart.
People who already talking discreetly wouldn't want to know they were
being watched.

Kate held a finger to her lips and Intrepid
nodded.  Then he peeked around the edge,
his eyes followed the footprints already tracked up the alley to a point twenty
five feet away, halfway to the street.
There stood Red, covered in her coat and hood.  In front of her, partly obscured in the line
of sight from their hiding place, stood a taller man with black hair and a long
coat of his own, his hands in his pockets.
His face was dark in the shadow of an overhang.  This man almost looked like his father, from
a time when he was slimmer.

Intrepid swallowed his anxiety.  He knew who this man was.  So this was him in the future, or more accurately,
this was him in another dimension set in the future.  So he did have some more vertical room to
grow, Intrepid noted gladly.  This man
had to be in his late thirties, he calculated.
But exactly how much of a difference twenty years could make, Intrepid
could only tell if he could get a closer look.

He considered adjusting his earpiece again to
snoop, but then someone would slam a dumpster and he'd lose his hearing for
good.  There were other objects in the
alleyway between himself and Kate and himself and Red.  He might be able to dart over to a closer
one, if he picked the right spots in the snow to tread...

Kate poked him and Intrepid looked up.  Abruptly, his older self turned and left to
the street.  Then he was gone, and it was
just him, Kate, and Red.  By the way Red
looked in their direction and proceeded to approach them, Intrepid suspected
she knew they were there.

His suspicion turned to confuzzlement when
she said, "He's gone, you can come out now."

Intrepid stood up, Kate as well.  "What do you mean?" he asked.  "I'm trustworthy, right?"

Red stopped and looked at the ground.  "I trust you, a lot.  Both of you.
But Intrepid, your version from this dimension doesn't know you're
here.  What I've done by bringing you
here is a secret."

Kate glanced at Intrepid warily.  "Actually, we might not be so much of a
secret."

Red looked up.  "You've met the others?"

"Just..."  Intrepid tried to remember their names,
"Ben and Allison.  They're trying to
disinfect Cyclone."

"With the ring?  That won't work."  Red walked past them and waved a hand over
the door's fingerprint scanner. "We'd best stop them before they implode
the dimensions." she said while it scanned.

Kate laughed.
"You're a dramatic one."
The scanner chirped and the door unlocked, while Red sighed.  Intrepid didn't think she was being dramatic,
and Kate frowned, doubting her words as well.
"Imploding the dimensions... sounds like destroying the
universe.  That's not a real danger, is
it?" she asked.

Red sighed again.  "Actually, it is."

\*\*\*\*

  They found Ben,
Shadow, and Cyclone in the junk room, which was more cluttered than Intrepid
remembered.  Allison Ryder was there was
as well, and she and the other three were standing at different points in the
room.  It was hard for them to stay
together in this room, Intrepid knew, because navigating the room was less like
walking, more like wading through the towers of tools, computer equipment, old
artifacts, and canned food conglomerated within these four walls.  Their arrangement was as haphazard as before,
and Intrepid made a mental note to do some housecleaning when they got back to
his Nimbus Station.

Intrepid stepped into a file cabinet and
nearly knocked over the air conditioning unit perched atop it.  "Wait." he said, holding out his
hands and looking around.  Everyone was
standing in different places, where should he look first?  "What are we looking for?"

"Oh, it's that thing." Kate said,
and Intrepid turned to see was pointing to.

She spoke of an object with a large circular
structure atop it, that stood ten studs tall with an equal diameter, more than
tall enough for a minifigure to step through.
At the object's, or device's sides were two control panels with levers, requiring
two people to operate it.  Right now only
Bed stood by it, tinkering with its left side control panel.

"What is that?" Intrepid
asked.  "I've never seen it
before."

"It's some sort of teleportation device
from Nexus Tower." Kate explained.
"The Faction Leaders used it back when Cyclone, Rover, Blade and I
were infected.  Cyclone and Blade had
strong Imagination sparks which created doubles of them, and the Faction
Leaders used the teleporter's portal to merge them."

"And it worked to disinfect you
too?" Intrepid asked.

Kate shook her head.  "No, that was separate.  They used a disinfection room."

"Well I don't see any clones around
here, so why are we playing with this?" Intrepid questioned.

"That's exactly why we shouldn't."
Red said.  She took a look at the mess
between herself and Ben, then looked down at her TM device on her belt.

Intrepid expected her to warp over, but
instead she left it stowed, then proceeded to stomp very noisily across the
expanse.  Towers of junk tipped and stuff
fell noisily.  Intrepid cringed as one
tromp resulted in a glass cracking sound, since what had glass, related to
computers, and would be kept in his storage room?  But Red kept going, finally getting to Ben
and she grabbed his shoulder.  Ben
flinched at her touch, and Red said firmly, "That's enough toying with
things you don't know about."

Ben looked up from his work.  He'd had the control panel off and was
inspecting the wiring.  "We're
trying to disinfect the Stromling." he said.

"Didn't you hear what Kate said?  This isn't a disinfection device." Red
said brusquely, waving a hand at the teleportation device and nearly hitting
it.  "*It's probably the source of all our problems anyway*." she
added under her breath, but Intrepid caught it.
Maybe Kate was right, Red *was*
dramatic.  But much like him, she didn't
speak without reason, so Intrepid suspected there was more to that sentence
that she knew, and she ought to tell them.

"What do you mean, the source of
problems?" Intrepid inquired.
"What problems?"

"It's always questions with you."
Red snapped, glaring at him.

*Wow*.  Intrepid thought, taken aback.  Red was in a bad mood.  He was about to say something back, ideally
something snarky, when Kate somehow stepped in front of him and cut him off.  Intrepid let his mind calm and stepped
back.  Kate could read people - if anyone
could get the truth out of Red, Intrepid would bet on Kate.

"Listen, Red?  That's your name?" Kate asked, and Red
nodded.  "Right, so, you brought us
here for some reason, and none of us know what it is.  You're keeping us a secret from your father,
your Intrepid Fusion Eclipse, and none of us know why.  And except for our Intrepid, who recognized
something when you brought us here, none of us knew where we were."

"We're at Leek Works." Intrepid
repeated.

"I know that." Kate said.  "My point is, Red - there's a lot we
don't know.  But there's a lot *you* know.  And it would help all of us a LOT if you
would tell us something.  You need to
help *us* help *you* - because that's why you brought us here, isn't it?  To help you?"

Intrepid nodded to himself.  *Good*
job, Kate*.  It made sense.  And Kate was right.  Red seemed less angry now, since her typical*
poker-face was gone, and in fact she looked perturbed.  Why, Intrepid couldn't figure out, but maybe
she'd tell them now.

"Fine." Red said, lifting her chin
and straightening her posture.
"You're right, I did bring you here to help me.  That doesn't mean you deserve to know
everything.  Intrepid has helped me in
the past, and there's a lot he doesn't know."

"I can attest to that." Intrepid
agreed.

"But there is a lot I can tell
you," Red continued, "and Kate, you're right, it will help you, and
me, if you understand what's going on."
She paused.  "Where should I
start?"

### C**hapter 15**

 "I think we
have time to talk," Red said, sitting down.

A light snowfall had begun, the falling
flakes through the current room's skylight.
Red, Intrepid, Kate, and Strange Odd Shadow had all reconvened in a
secret meeting room.  Ben and Allison had
left to try and craft a disinfection kit, and Cyclone was with them.

This room was a new construction, Intrepid
noted, as well as much around it.  It was
situated past a spiral hallway behind Leek Work's main room, and accessible
behind a smashable, then rebuildable wall panel.  Very discreet.

Inside was a smooth gray table surrounded by
chairs, at which everyone else sat.
Intrepid looked around before sitting down.  There was some sort of refrigerator on the
far wall which reminded Intrepid that he hadn't eaten in a day, and he went to
look through it.

"You don't seem the type to have a lot
of time for chatter." Kate noted.
"Being a Transdimensional Agent must be busy."

Red, who had explained her occupation on the
way to this room, nodded.
"Right.  So, I have bad
news."

Intrepid grabbed a soda and returned to the
table.  It was the only thing in the
fridge he recognized, everything else came in unidentifiable bags.  He could survive on his consumables.  He took a swig of the dark liquid, turning to
face the sky, and nearly spat it out at hearing what Red said.  "Bad news?  This can't be good." he grumbled.

"It's not." Red said.  "You're stuck here."

Except for the low hum of the generators that
powered the site, silence fell in the room.
Intrepid turned to Kate, who shared a glance with Cyclone, then Shadow.  Then Intrepid turned to Red, and he
questioned, "What?"

"When my dad called me back here,"
Red explained, looking to everyone, "I heard in his voice that it was
because of a situation.  We've gone over
situations before, including one like this.
He confirmed it when I talked to him outside.  Leek Works is suspending its transdimensional
division."

Intrepid, Kate, and Shadows' eyes met, and
thay all turned to the transdimensional agent for an explanation.  "Why?" Intrepid asked.

Red procured her holographic projector and
set it in the middle of the table, and a 3D image of blue color appeared in the
air, and the room's lights automatically dimmed, and the skylight tinted.  "There's a space between dimensions we
call the Unverse," Red said, pointing to an empty spot in the image.  On it there appeared to be a bunch of
spheres, like bubbles.  They all watched
in interest, although Intrepid saw that Strange Odd Shadow had returned to his
secret sketch.

"The circles represent dimensions."
Red stated.  "For twenty years we've
been experimenting with transdimensional travel, for research, exploration, and
in recent years protection.  We started
with the ring device you saw in the storage room, which former leaders of the
Nexus Force gave us after it disbanded.
Last year we moved on to personal, wearable, transdimensional
devices."  She reached down to her
belt and held up her own transdimensional maneuverability device, then threw it
on the table with a thud.  "But not
anymore."

Intrepid considered grabbing the thing, but
instead he studied the image.  Then Kate
gasped.  "You're damaging the
Unverse."

"Evidently." Red muttered, and
pointed again.  "So this is our
dimension, but all these little circles around it are holes.  Rips in the Unverse.  They started popping up last year."

"So the new tech and the damage
coincide," Intrepid said, leaning over the table.  "But the rips seem more focused around
this other dimension, here."  He
tried to touch a second, equally sized circle to their dimension that was
'next' to it, but there was no tactile feedback against a holographic depiction
of this type, so he wasn't sure if they saw what he was pointing at.

But they got the picture, because Red told
him, "That's the dimension we were just at.  The one that's two years behind yours,
twenty-two years behind mine."

"My dimension." Shadow said, and he
wrote something on his paper.

"Yeah, there are more holes around
it," Intrepid insisted, getting on the table and inching around to get a better
look.  "I bet they're causing
it."

"Correlation doesn't equal
causation," Red said.

"Exactly.  It's just coincidence that your new tech is
employed at the same time." Intrepid said.

"You never had any problems with the
ring, did you?" Kate asked.
"We have that in our dimension, too."

"It was always reliable," Red
answered, "just awkward, heavy, and outdated.  But I get what you're saying.  It is the same underlying theory powering
both the ring and our wearable devices.
It's classified, though."

"Both open a seam in the Unverse, the
ring within its perimeter, the wearable around its user." Intrepid
muttered.

Red wheeled on him.  "How'd you know that?"

Intrepid shrugged.  "Hey, I took mine apart, and I'm
entitled to, since I built these in your dimension.  Didn't I?"

"No, it was Sandy Studs."

"I have no idea who that is."
Intrepid said.

"Nor is the name known to me!"
Shadow quipped.

Kate spoke up.  "He's one of Doctor Overbuild's
workers." she said.  When the others
turned to her, she disclosed, "One of the times I was in Nexus Tower, when
Vanda Darkflame called for me... well," she continued with a wry smile,
"she left her computer unlocked and I wanted to know more about the ring,
so I read her classified files.  Someone
called Sandy Studs helped build it."

"It's consistent with my dimension's
history," Red confirmed, looking up from a tablet.  "The records show Studs was with
Overbuild when he gave us the ring."

Shadow suddenly snapped his fingers.  "I remember Sandy Studs!" he said.

"What'd he do in your dimension?"
Intrepid asked.

Then Shadow frowned.  "It's left me.  I forget."

"Well we know who he is, then."
Intrepid said.  "So when did you get
the ring?" he asked Red.

"When the war ended, and the Nexus Force
disbanded." Red repeated.  "The Faction Leaders wanted to maintain a secret
service so they hired us-"

"Yes, but when?" Intrepid
pressed.  "What year?"

Red rolled her eyes.  "2012."

"And Kate," he continued,
"when did the Faction Leaders use the ring to disinfect you and
Cyclone?"

"Not disinfect." Kate
corrected.  "*Re-merge*.  And it was only
used for Cyclone and Blade.  It was
sometime in 2012."

Now Intrepid raised his hand, pinched his
fingers, and attempted to snap them ceremoniously.  But they just slipped, and the result could
barely be described as an audible, so he failed.  Ignoring it, Intrepid said, "This is
consistent with my theory.  So the ring
had to exist beforehand, for it to be understood to work, for them to use it...
it had to be tested before."

"Maybe we were the test." Kate
suggested.

"*A*
test, maybe." Intrepid said.
"Did you happen to read about the ring's history?"

"I only remember Sandy Studs." Kate
sighed.

"I remember him now!" Shadow
cried.  A second later he
facepalmed.  "But I've forgotten
again."

"I have access to the Nexus Force's
files on the ring," Red announced, pulling them up on her tablet.  "Overbuild gave them to us.  You're right Intrepid, tests were run as
early as 2011 and into 2012."

"Assuming our dimensions are
consistent," Intrepid concluded, "then our dimension's Nexus Force
ran tests in our 2011, and Shadow's dimension's Nexus Force ran tests in their
2011... and are still doing so now.  And
they're doing something that's destroying the Unverse."

"It's a logical theory," Red
admitted, "but it's just a theory."

"But you've never had any problems
before-"

"I REMEMBER SANDY STUDS FOR
REAL!!!" Shadow shouted, standing up on his chair.  Intrepid, Red, and Kate all looked to him,
waiting for him to speak.  Shadow's mouth
was open, he had a finger pointed into the air, and he stared straight ahead as
if he faced an imaginary crowd.  And he
was quiet.

Hoping he'd not forgotten again, Intrepid
prodded, "Well?"

Shadow's body seemed to crumple.  He bent down and moved to resume a correct
seating posture in his chair, and he stared down upon the table, his gaze as
cold as its metal.  He looked ready to
slump over, when he spoke.

"In my dimension," Shadow said
grimly, "Sandy Studs is dead."

The door suddenly fell apart into its
individual gray brick elements, which clattered and shook as they fell to the
floor.  Intrepid quickly spun to face the
opening, Kate and Shadow stood up as well, and he had just equipped his staff
when the first items began to pass through the doorway.

First a tin pail slid through, filled with
soapy water that sloshed and threatened to spill over and out.  Then the end of a broomstick appeared, held
in rubber gloved hands connected to the thick, burly arms of an otherwise lanky
man in a faded red T-shirt, and on his legs he wore white, blue and gold amored
pants that resembled those of a sanitation worker.

Or an astronaut.

Or a Space Ranger.

"Don't mind me, I'm just cleaning
up." the man said as the door rebuilt itself.  He had short light brown hair on top of his
head, which was tilted down, nonthreateningly, at the floor, as the broom head
on the end of his stick mechanically folded up along its aluminum
circumference, and out of its hollow interior came a bunch of straggy gray
ropes attached to their own folding spreader, which folded out to become a wide
mop head.

*Or a janitor*, Intrepid realized.
He relaxed and let his staff tip to the ground.  The end of it touched the linoleum.

"AAAARGH!" a loud scream filled the
air, and suddenly Intrepid was falling backwards.  He didn't know what hit him, before he hit
the ground painfully and saw stars.  When
he regained his vision, it was to the janitor screaming at him, and he was also
sitting on him.

"YOU SCRATCHED MY FLOOR!" the
janitor was wailing.  "MY BEAUTIFUL
FLOOR!"

A thought came to Intrepid's head out of
nowhere.  *Is this guy insane?* he couldn't help but wonder, trying but unable
to budge under the janitor, who quickly shifted to pin his arms.

Obviously the janitor had tackled him, but
he'd moved with amazing speed and given Intrepid's current situation, he
evidently knew how to subdue a target.

Intrepid craned his
head to at least comprehend the icon on his shirt.  It was of the pirates' skull and crossbones
flag, but with a forbidden sign over it.
Under it was the remains of an iron-on sticker, faded and worn with
twenty years of washing, the text: "No Pirates!"

Oh.  So
he was a ninja as well.

"Get off!" Intrepid groaned.  "My dimensional counterpart is your
boss."

"Dimensional counterpart, eh?" the
Ninja Space Ranger Janitor chuckled.

Thinking of the fingerprint scanners,
Intrepid said, "I can fire you with a swipe of my hand!"

"Well with a swipe of my modified
Magical-Broom-Mop-Sword-Zipgun-and Arrows Combo Katana Staff that was
originally an Energy Sprok, you won't have any hands!"

"Chill, Skill." he heard Red
say.  "Let him go."

The janitor proceeded to fluidly stand up,
thankfully without any poking jabs, off Intrepid.  "As you wish, my lady!" the janitor
said, and he even extended a hand down to help his previous captive up.  Intrepid took it begrudgingly.

"So you're the janitor?" Strange
Odd Shadow asked.

"Skilled Honored Ninja at your cleaning
service!" the janitor said, turning around to face Shadow and giving a
bow.  "The best janitor in the
galaxy."

Shadow folded his arms.  "Maybe second best." he declared.

Skilled Honored Ninja straigthened.  "And who's the first?"

"He's in this room!" Shadow hinted.

"Why, he's me!" Skilled said.

"Didn't you hear what I said?  If you're second-best, and first-best is also
here, then it can only be-"

"Everyone stop!" Red shouted.

Intrepid, who wasn't quite sure what to say
about all of this, let his mouth shut.
He glanced at Kate, who's jaw had also dropped at the exchange.  They shared a glance and shrugged, when
suddenly Skilled turned to Red.

"Might I ask what are you doing
here?" he asked.  "The boss
called for a meeting in Briefing Room 1 five minutes ago, so with that one
off-limits for cleaning, I came here instead... and you're all in here."

"We didn't hear anything." Intrepid
said.

"It was on the private channels."
Skill said with a smirk, tapping the side of his head.

Red brought her hand to her ear and fiddled
with her earpiece.  "I didn't hear
anything."

Intrepid couldn't help but listen.  He didn't hear anything out of the
ordinary.  In fact, he didn't hear
anything at all.  The ambient light
suddenly seemed especially dim in the room... not just dimmed, but unpowered.  As for the ambient sound...

Leek Works was powered by generators,
massive, loud, thudding, but scarcely audible due to their placement tens of
feet underground.

He didn't hear them now.

"Someone's bamboozling us."
Intrepid realized with horror.
"We're in trouble."  He
ran for the door, Kate, Red, Strange Odd Shadow, and Skilled Honored Ninja
behind him.

They split up as soon as they entered the
spiral hallway.

“I’m finding Cyclone!” Kate called, dashing
down one direction, while Shadow, Red, and Skilled headed the other way.
Intrepid spun around, debating who he should be with. Kate could take care of
herself, right? But Red wanted him to keep an eye on her.

Fate chose for him when the section of
corridor between him and Kate collapsed from the ceiling downwards, and the
walls fell inwards. Concrete slabs crumbled and fell in, blocking the path and
the air filled with dust. Through the falling rocks Intrepid made out Kate’s
running silhouette still departing farther, but now they were seperated.

By who?

Out of the new hole in the ceiling descended
a rope, and then two familiar people slid down.

“Oh no,” Intrepid thought aloud. “Not you
again.”

Cailan and Crimson Crateris stepped out of
the rubble. They did a double take upon noticing their company. “I knew you
should have detonated the next section,” Cailan stated. He assumed a defensive
stance and his weapons whirred as they charged up.

“You two were transporting a Maelstrom Shard
before?” Intrepid queried. His eyes darted between them. He could fight myriads
of Stromlings in a day. These were two, evidently combat trained, minifigures.
He didn’t risk a glance behind him, but he didn’t hear Red and the others. So
he was alone with these two psychopaths. He took a step backwards. “Where’d you
drop that off?”

“With our client.” Cailain replied. His
sister slapped him, and they both began to advance.

“So what are you getting now?” Intrepid
asked, stalling. He imagined the rest of his Bat Lord gear in his backpack,
ready to be equipped. He could don them in half a second, but it would take
less than that for the sibling duo to rush him.

Cailain showed a sidelong glance at Crimson,
but they both kept walking steadily to Intrepid, and with the spiral shape of
the hallway, he was bound to back into a wall soon. “It’s a surprise.” Cailain
said.

“How’d you get here anyway? Red said all the
Transdimensional Devices were remotely disabled.” Intrepid began to turn his
feet, and move a little bit faster. The Craterises sped up, maintaining an
equadistant relative position to him as before.

That brought a smile to Crimson’s face as
well, but it was a malignant one. “Silly Red.” Crimson said mockingly. “We’re
outside of the Nexus Government’s jurisdiction; Overbuild’s dimensional kill
switch can’t touch our tech. Your dimensional counterpart is probably mighty
crossed at how much power they have over his, supposedly, own organization.”

“I can still hear his anger from the last
time he chewed *us* out.” Cailan said
with a fake shiver.

“We recovered and moved on to better things,”
Crimson whistled, sounding reminiscent. Sounding *distracted*. “-but our father didn’t.”

“That’s why he quit.” Cailain said with a
nod.

Whatever the two were thinking about, it
made them slow their walk, and Intrepid added half a feet to their distance.
But he needed them to maintain their lack of focus. “Oh, and who’s your dad?”
he prompted. One foot. Two feet.

“The one and only Luke Mercury!” Cailan
said, looking up and back at Intrepid. He noticed that increased gap that had
amassed between them. He began to run, but Intrepid had all the space he
needed.

In half a second Cailan was halfway to him,
but Intrepid’s Bat Lord gear flew out of his backpack and equipped itself to
him. He felt his imagination power amplified by the suit.

He pulled his right arm back and prepared to
deliver a striking blow, poking Cailan right in the chest and the bat wings
grabbed, stunning him, and he swung Cailan into the wall.

Then
Intrepid bumped into the wall that was behind him.

“Bricks.” he muttered as Cailan’s body armor
lit up, and a repulsive surge pushed Intrepid’s staff away. Then Cailan ducked,
and over his head appeared Crimson, poised in a flying kick.

Intrepid speed-dove to his left and the girl’s
boots, from the soles of which portruded spikes, smashed into the wall. The
tiling shattered and she launched off, twisting in the air to land on the
ground. Both stood up and aimed their weapons at Intrepid, but it was too late.

Running towards them, Intrepid activated his
shield slam and swung the shield ahead of him. The imagnation within expanded
its impact zone beyond its physical dimensions, catching both Craterises and
sending them flying down the hallway. Crimson skidded on the ground while
Cailan bounced off the curved wall, back towards the rubble. Intrepid quickly
speed boosted and turned tail, running at a speed of several meters per second
back into the computer room, where Red, Shadow, and Skilled were.

“Where were you?!” she shouted.

“We have company!” Intrepid shouted back,
and turned around to face the doorway.

He didn’t take into account that with a
transdimensional maneuverability device his targets could attack from anywhere.

This time they came from above.

### **Chapter 16**

To sum up his thoughts on the situation,
Gallant Strong Cyclone was very confused.

"So it's probably weird, that you're a
Stromling," the brown haired girl, Allison Ryder, chattered away.  "Aren't the Maelstrom kind of extinct
now?  Don't Stromlings hear each others'
voices in their heads?  Do Stromlings even
have telepathy- do Stromlings even talk?"

"I can talk." Cyclone said
indignantly.  "Because I'm a
minifigure."  Although when he
thought about it, he had heard another Stromling talk, before it got
smashed.  Then he almost got
smashed.  He shuddered to think about it,
although he was saved by... Kate, was it?
She said they were friends, but he'd never met her.  She was pretty, though.

"Yeah so what do Stromlings think
about?" Allison asked.  "About
serving the Baron, or smashing things, or infecting people..."

Cyclone rolled his eyes.  "I don't know what Stromlings think
about."

"But you're infected, so, shouldn't you
be, becoming, you know, thinking all evil things about now?  No offense intended of course,"

"I still feel the same." Cyclone
said.

"I once asked my dad about
Stromlings," another voice said, and Cyclone looked up at him.  Ben, the young auburn haired boy, had been
going from file cabinets to bookshelves, looking through the Leek Works archive
room to find anything on disinfecting Stromlings.  So far he hadn't found anything, because he
was still scuttling between drawers, running his fingers over book bindings,
and occasionally grabbing a book and opening it, but only to put it back.

"My dad said he had friends who were
infected, and disinfected." Ben continued, speaking while he worked on his
search.  "And they talked together,
about being infected, and the thing about my dad's friends... they were
special.  Something kept them from being
infected immediately.  They told him that
they always maintained free thoughts, but began to experience evil 'urges',
that became stronger the longer they were infected."

With nothing left to say, Ben closed his
mouth, so the only noise from him was the bumping and clinking of drawers
sliding open and shut on their metal rails.

"I wonder who his friends were."
Allison mused aloud.

"Yeah, me too." Cyclone agreed, as
Ben stood up to walk and disappeared around a wall into the other part of the
archives room.  "Who's his
dad?"

Now Allison rolled her eyes.  "It's not obvious?  Oh, I guess not, since they don't look much
alike.  But then again, neither does
Red.  Red hair seems to be the dominant
gene with this guy.  The boss of this
place.  Intrepid Fusion Eclipse."

"*He's*
their dad?" Cyclone asked, surprised.
He pictured Intrepid... he couldn't be older than seventeen.  He shook his head, flabbergasted.  "*What*?"

"Yep!" Allison confirmed.

"Isn't he a little, you know,
young?" Cyclone queried.

"Oh, you're thinking about the wrong
guy!  Dimensions are so confusing!"
she laughed, then continued.  "Yeah,
no, we're talking about *our* Intrepid
Fusion Eclipse.  He's twenty years older
than your Intrepid.  Yeah, I can see why
you'd be confused... that'd be strange really, ugh, don't make me think
about-"

"So Ben and Red are brother and
sister?" Cyclone asked.

"Half-siblings."

"Oh.
Why's that?"

"Everyone's always yelling at me that
I'm talking too loudly," Allison said suddenly, and she glanced towards
the corner around which Ben was.  Then
she grabbed Cyclone's hand, the hand that wasn't a literal sword arm, and
pulled him surprisingly soundlessly into the hallway.  There wasn't a door to close so Allison just
held a finger up to her lips.

"What's the matter?" Cyclone asked
hushedly, worried by her sudden discreetness.

"What I'm about to talk to you
about," Allison whispered, "this subject, isn't something the rest of
us talk about much.  It's like an
unspoken rule, saying it's forbidden to talk about our personal lives.  Actually not our, plural, personal lives, but
the boss's."  She shivered and
grabbed her shoulders.  "I feel like
I'm breaking a rule even telling you about the rule!  You know that feeling?"

"I guess so," Cyclone said, trying
to understand.  "Why are we hiding
from Ben, though?  Is his mom...?"
He didn't dare finish the grave thought.

"No, not her.  Not Elite Distant Tofu, AKA Mara Mercury,
she's very alive.  She's the boss's
second wife, after..." Allison gulped.
"...after Red's mom... died.
She died a long time ago.  You
won't find anything about it outside Leek Works, though.  It's not even in the main archives."

"It's expunged?" Cyclone
figured.  "Why?"

"The only files are in the boss's
personal office, and no one's read them.
I certainly haven't." Allison explained.  "It's almost romantic.  But they're really all hidden away because of
the nature of her death.  Except the
boss, only the faction leaders know the details about it, and they said to hide
it.  Not to cause fear, since the war was
over..."

"It had to do with the war?"
Cyclone asked.

"Yeah.
It was in our 2020 when it happened..." she leaned in close to
Cyclone's ear.  "A rift opened
between our dimension, and another dimension, where the Maelstrom won the
war.  The boss's team was the first to
respond.  But then the Darkitect himself
appeared….”

"You said it was a secret," Cyclone
recalled.  "If Red's mother's death
was a secret, how do you know so much?
You couldn't have been there, in 2020... fourteen years ago?  You'd be what, three?"

Allison sighed.  "Well, that's actually why I'm
here.  I don't really work with Leek
Works the way the others do.  They, Red,
Ben, his mom, her brother - when he did work here, he left - and the boss, and
the others; they have a cause, to help the Nimbus System's citizens, and all
minifigures across the universe.  But
I've never really understood the conflict.

"I kind of, well, work for the boss
himself." Allison said.  "And
it's because of what happened to Red's mom.
I’ve never told anyone else what I’m doing here."

She grabbed Cyclone's head and whispered
directly into his ear again.  The words
she said, not just because of the close whisper she said them in, made no sense
to Cyclone when he heard them.

He said so.
“I don’t understand.” Cyclone said.

Allison smiled.  “You’re not supposed to.”

As soon as the words exited Allison's mouth,
a loud BANG sound came from around the hallway, followed by the crumbling and
rattling of small bits and pieces of concrete hitting the floor.

Cyclone spun around.  It wasn't a fiery explosion, since there was
no heat or flames, but something had broken apart - a thin cloud of dust
billowed out from around the bend of the spiral hallway's curve, and it slowed
down as it approached them.

Then, like a ghost, someone ran out of the
dust field.  Cyclone stepped back,
Allison as well, before he recognized the girl who had rescued him before.  It was Kate.
She skidded to a stop and rested her hands on her knees, gasping.

"Man I'm out of shape," Kate
panted, "and Intrepid said we were under attack."

Cyclone turned to Allison, who looked like
she'd just seen a ghost, but she brought a hand to her ear and removed a small
earpiece to inspect it.  A green LED on
it flashed.  "My comm's on, but I
didn't hear anything."

"Not your Intrepid," Kate
clarified, "my Intrepid.  He went
the other way, and then the ceiling broke, so we can't go back that way.  Is there another way around?"

"It's a spiral hallway," Allison
said, "but there is a door and a connecting hallway-"

"Good, let's go!" Kate said,
grabbing Cyclone's right hand and tugging.
The left side of his body suddenly felt heavy, and when he glanced down,
he saw with sadness that his left arm had reverted to a blade again.  How did it change?  What made it change?  But now Kate was pulling him down the hallway
so he didn’t have much time to think.

"I'll get Ben!" Allison cried
after them.

"Who's attacking us?" Cyclone
asked.

"No idea," Kate muttered.  "Can't say I know anything about
dimensions, what's going on, and what's with Intrepid?  Whoever knows, I sure don't."

"Apparently he marries someone named
Mara in the future." Cyclone recalled what Allison said.

"Mara?
Oh, her.  Red hair.  That makes sense, when Allison said Red was
his daughter.  Since they’re both
redheads."

"Well actually-" Cyclone was cut
off when they approached the aforementioned door and Kate pressed a button,
sliding it open.

But instead of looking into an empty
connecting hallway, they found themselves looking into a full connecting
hallway.

Full of Stromling Mechs.

"1T I5 T1M3 F0R Y0U T0 D1E." the
first one said, swinging its barrel around to face them through the door.  Kate slammed the door.  "Where did they come from?" she
shouted.  Cyclone raised his blade arm
while Kate's bow unfolded into a shield, which she held in front of them for
the inevitable explosion.

The Mech's energy blast did strike the door,
blasting it out of its frame to bounce off her shield.  It transformed back into a bow and she
launched flaming arrows into the hallway, which quickly engulfed the close
quarters within its walls and the mechs began to smash.

"444444HHHHHHHHH!"  "4444HHHHHHHHHH!"  "444444HHHH!" the mechs' robotic
voices echoed as they smashed into turret quickbuilds.  As soon as the imagination flames died down,
and the hallway was clear, Kate and Cyclone pushed through.

Kate ushered Cyclone over to the door at the
end of the connector, and she gave her sword a spin before triggering the door
to slide open.  Immediately flashes of
weapons fire began to enter the hallway through the increasing gap, and sounds
of combat reached Cyclone's ears.

"Stay back," Kate warned.  "If you smash, you're dead."  Cyclone nodded, then she leapt into the fray.

Intrepid Fusion Eclipse was on the ground
inside a tent of overturned tables, outside of which Skilled Honored Ninja and
Cailan Crateris battled.  Red and Strange
Odd Shadow were exchanging melee attacks with Crimson, who kept jumping out of
the reach of Shadow's wrenches and dodging Red's blasters, and bounding back
with powered punches that would have knocked anyone else out already, but they
were resilient.  Skilled's broom had
transformed into an Energy Spork, and he braced and spun the double handed
weapon to block Cailan's flipping kicks, and suddenly he delivered a strike
that knocked the boy flying across the room.
He fell over a table and crumpled to the ground.

Before the janitor could move in for a
followup strike, Crimson suddenly rebounded off Shadow's chest and flew over
the rows of tables, twisting in the air to grab Skilled's head, her momentum
pulling him off course, but before they hit the ground a rift appeared in front
of her trajectory.  They both fell in,
and Red squeezed the triggers of her weapons while Kate, running to join Red
and Shadow, launched an arrow into the void.
Then the exit portal appeared in the ceiling above the three of them,
out of which flew the hail of blaster fire and a flaming arrow, which they only
barely dodged.  Then Skilled fell out,
landing squarely on Shadow, and Crimson followed to plant her boots on Red's
shoulders.  With a jump, Red was sent
sprawling across the ground.

Crimson double jumped and landed victoriously
atop a remaining table, then turned to face the last one standing for the
moment.  "I don't think we've
met?  Shame we'll never get to get to
know each other." she taunted to Kate, tilting her head to each side and
stretching her arms outwards, before bringing her gauntlets together with a
clang.

In response, Kate smirked and mounted the
table row opposite her opponent.  Her bow
transformed into a shield, and she held her katana in front of her, assuming a
dueling stance.  "Get to know this."
she challenged, poking the tip of her blade ever so slightly, while maintaining
a perfectly controlled balance atop the otherwise teetering structure.

Cyclone watched as Kate launched herself
across the divide and into an attack, and he heard the scrape of metal weapons
against each other, and that was all he heard from that room as he had to turn
around, because he also heard a scuttling sound from behind which required his
immediate attention.

A Dark Spiderling had entered the hallway and
was sidling around the smashed mech parts.
Approaching him.

Cyclone gulped.  It was a Spiderling that had infected
him.  He felt an irrational fear: had
that one returned to finish the job?

Instead of attacking, preparing to attack, or
even looking threatened, the Spider continued to trot towards him.  Suddenly having an idea, Cyclone raised a
hand.  "Stop!" he ordered in
the gruffest voice he could muster.
Surprisingly, the Spiderling did come to a halt, but its forelegs twitched
slightly, asking to proceed, or asking for a reason not to.

*Think*,
Cyclone thought hard.  Well, the
Maelstrom was here, and they'd tried to attack them... and these two crazies
were here, he could still hear the girl and Kate exchanging blows, and they
were attacking them.  So that could
mean...

"Our allies have this room
covered." Cyclone stated.
"Head back and patrol that way."

The Spiderling
nodded.  Then its fangs parted, its mouth
opened, and it did something Cyclone didn't think Spiderlings could do.  The dark creature actually spoke, and it
enunciated its syllables, the few there were, pretty well.  "Got it."

Then it turned around and headed out into the
spiral.

Wondering what use he could be, Cyclone
contemplated the situation.  One hit from
a gauntlet would smash him permanently, since he was infected and couldn't
rebuild.  He could be noticed by an ally
who didn't know better, and be smashed that way, and that wouldn't be
nice.  But there was only one other way
into the hallway, and he could move farther down it and still be in a position
to deter any other Maelstrom reinforcements.

Perhaps he could use his current state to
learn more about the Maelstrom's objectives in this facility.

He looked back furtively, to see that Kate
was holding her own and that the others were beginning to recover.  Without another glance, he darted down the
hall and followed the Spiderling's clattering steps, deeper into the
facility....

### I**ntermission**

  The council
consisted of men and women, wisened with age - or just aged.  Twelve of the thirteen seated on their
elevated chairs across the oval table were veterans of the war.  Prime Minister Albert Overbuild, Minister of
Defense Brick Fury, Minister of Housing Autumn Helix, and former president Duke
Exeter were easily recognizable names to the older, adult citizens of the
Nimbus Republic.  Having seen their fight
first hand, and a decade later having helped his children with their government
class homework, Intrepid Fusion Eclipse knew everyone in this room.  He came before them now to yell at them.

Intrepid finished his tirade.  He leaned over the table, chest heaving, but
at thirty-five years old he could go at this for awhile.

Albert Overbuild had risen from his chair,
and on his cybernetic legs he descended to Intrepid's level.  He stopped a foot away from his edge of the
table, opposite the younger man.  He
considered how to approach him for a moment, and when he did he began, "I
speak for the council, when I remind you, we have heard and we continue to
value your thoughts."

"Like dirt you do!" Intrepid shot
back.

"HEAR ME OUT." Overbuild
thundered.  The doctor was usually calm,
but nobody flinched at the outburst.
Hearing his voice boom across the chamber had become common in these
meetings.  "The damage to Unverse is
unignorable." he said, lower now.
"The only lead is your operations.
Ceasure is the only option."

Intrepid took a deep breath, steadying
himself.  Overbuild's mind was always in
silent, underappreciated control of his words and volume.  It took some steeling for Intrepid to
maintain similar command, not just over himself, but over the situation.

He turned to look up, from Autumn Helix to
Epsilon Starcracker, to Duke Exeter, and across all the other heads and
secretaries down to the current sitting president.

"You have no proof." he said
flatly.

*"We can't sit back and do nothing while*
damage continues to be done.
Trans-dimensional travel is still on the agenda, but if we can't perfect
it now, we need to make sure it's still an option in the future."

*"For our children."*

*"But-"*

*"For that reason the council has voted*
to suspend all Transdimensional missions.
This is final."

*"There is still Maelstrom-"*

*"We have adequate defense for any*
further incursions."

*"You don't need to take this personally,*
but I have faith in our armed forces."

*"I'M NOT AND I DON'T!"*

*"Proceed with the remote*
deactivation."

*"This is- you're- making a grave*
mistake!"

*"You have five minutes to recall your*
agents.  This meeting is adjourned."

*\* \* \* \**

### **Chapter 17**

 *Don't dwell on the past, Intrepid*, the
black haired, black trench coat wearing man reminded himself.  Even if the past was only ten minutes
ago.  It wasn't easy, *but*, he resolved, running a hand through
his hair to scratch an itch, there was nothing he could do about it
anymore.  He shoved his empty soda away,
wiped his stubble, thanked the vendor, and stood up.

Intrepid left the cafe on Vendor Street and
headed back to Leek Works.  He used to go
to this place with Grand Masterly Shadow and Elite Distant Tofu all the
time.  But that was dwelling on the past.  Now, at least Red was back safely, Ben had
made sure of that, while he had gone to mope here after talking to her.

As he headed down the sidewalk he wondered if
Mara had caught up to the fugitives.  He
thumbed the little dial on his earpiece back to subspace mode, and signalled
her.

"We're back to normal
communication." he said.  "The
president was harsh."

"No wonder I couldn't bring you up on
subdimensional channels.  So it's
done." Mara's reply was staticky.
"As for the mission, I did attempt to reason with them, but they
said they were coming back to base anyway.
What's that supposed to mean?"

Intrepid shook his head at the ground ahead
of his walking feet.  "Kids these
days." he muttered.  "I haven't
a clue.  Well, take your rocket, remember
how to fly that? - and head back.  I'll
see what's going on."

"Love you!" she responded, and
ended the call.

He phoned Leek Works next, but the line
didn't even crackle with any interference, because there wasn't a line.  There was nothing.  Intrepid quickened his pace, and for a second
he considered activating his Bat Lord helmet and speeding away... except that
was back in his office, in storage, with the rest of his gear where he last
left it years ago.  He imagined the
contents of his trench coat's pockets instead.
He had a snapsickle.  That would
work instead.  He pulled it out of his
pocket and out of its wrapper... it was old and half-melted and sticky.  Grimacing, he let it touch his face.

Suddenly he felt like his body was being
pulled forwards, just his nerves and stomach and skin, leaving his skeleton
behind.  Then all of him was mashed back
together in the middle of Leek Work's computer room.

"Ben?" he called, almost falling
down from the inertia that stayed with him.
With one hand he reached for a table, at least to balance himself, and
with the other he rubbed his eyes.  As
soon as Intrepid's head stopped spinning, he opened them and spun around to
survey the room.  His jaw dropped.

What.

The.

Brick.

Had happened to this place.

This place was DESTROYED.  Every table except that which he leaned on
was overturned or nonexistant.  The
computers... ugh.  Blast points adorned
the ceiling, walls, and floor.  Leek
Works looked like it'd been transformed into a warzone, and its people...

"BEN!" he shouted, but as with
before, he received no response.  Who
else was here?  "Red?  Allison?
Tiberius?"  Everyone had to
be elsewhere.  He ran for the connecting
hallway and slid that door open, to see it looking no better, and the doorway
on the other end looked pretty door-less.
All sorts of mechanical parts littered the hallway, like someone
overturned a metal recycling bin in there.
Someone would need to clean that up.

That reminded Intrepid of one more person to
call.  Too bad he couldn't remember his
name.  He was never good with complex
names.  "Number One Janitor?"
he shouted into the spiral hallway.  He
held his breath.

"Yes!" a voice responded.

Intrepid exhaled in relief, and ran through
the hallway.  "What the brick is
going on?" he shouted.

As soon as he got through the doorway, he was
nearly hit by a stray blast of laser fire, but he saw it out of the corner of
his eye and ducked.  Intrepid swung his
head to see the blast strike the wall behind him, and proceed to infect it.

*Maelstrom*.  They were all over the hallway, battling it
out with some minifigures who looked like they came out of a Nexus Force themed
costume party.

Again, Intrepid thought about activating a
Shield Slam and sending the closest bunch of Stromlings to heaven.  But again, he didn't have the corresponding
gear.  He had other stuff though.  A Long Sword appeared in his hand.

Months of research and development had
created this ultimate weapon, based on a copy of his Uncle Killian's own
legendary sword.  Yelling out a battle
cry, Intrepid swung the sword and a wave of fire expanded out from its path,
passing through everything and everyone in the hall and smashing the weakest
ones.  Stromlings and Mechs smashed on
contact.  Intrepid then launched himself
forwards, vaulting over a fallen cabinet to thrust the sword towards the next
closest enemy, a Spiderling, which fired a web.
The sword gleamed electrically and the web turned to dust, doing nothing
to protect the Spiderling from its attacker or his weapon.  It was felled as well.

"YOU ALL WANT TO FIGHT?!" Intrepid
roared.  He gave his sword several
aimless spins, and spurts of fire spun out in all directions.  The Maelstrom horde, now consisting only of
Spiderlings, an Ape, and some Chainsaw and Hammer Stromlings proceeded to turn
tale and run down the other way of the hallway.

"Ha." Intrepid let his sword fall
and planted his feet triumphantly.  That
felt good.  He could chase them, but the
base defenses should smash them anyway.
Come to think of it, the base defenses should have smashed them
already.  He listened, but except for the
hiss of imagination leakage from busted pipes and the small crackling of aflame
remains... there was nothing.  The
generators were silent.

Intrepid turned around to face the other fighters
for the first time.  There was the
janitor he recognized, in his Space Ranger pants and a No Pirates shirt,
holding his Energy Spork.  There was a
guy dressed up as a Rank 3 Assembly Engineer.
Strange and odd, considering every engineer he knew from the war had
upgraded to Rank 7 during the last Maelstrom attack.  Then there was a Sentinel Samurai girl, who-

Intrepid did a double take.

No.

It couldn't be.

The hairs on the back of his neck tingled and
he aimed his sword behind him to incinerate the Chainsawling that dared sneak
up on him.  Then he turned around for
real, not to make sure there was nothing left, but because he couldn't face
these people.

*Red*,
he thought with gloomy realization.  *Why would you do this to me?*

Thinking of her, Intrepid asked, without
looking back, "Where's the others?"

The voice who answered "Yes!" to
his number one janitor question answered, "They went downstairs, to follow
the Craterises.  But then we got jumped
by these Maelstrom."

A door, to the archive room, suddenly opened
to Intrepid's side but he didn't aim his sword at the intruder.  Out of the sleeves of her sweatshirt extended
a frying pan each, and behind her he recognized his son.  Just Allison and Ben.  "What'd we miss?" she asked.

"Stay in there!" Intrepid
ordered.  "What did Cailan and
Crimson do?"

"They attacked us." the Samurai
reported.  Intrepid didn't need to turn
around to know it was her, or to know it was her who spoke.  "Intrepid and Red followed them."

Intrepid closed his eyes.  "Stay here." he reiterated.  The taste of snapsickle was still on his
tongue, and he teleported himself to Leek Work's basement.

All it took was one swing of his sword to
send a wave of rooting over everyone in the room.  Intrepid opened his eyes, and by luck, it was
Grand Masterly Shadow's son who stood right in front of him.  He stared at Intrepid with his eyes and jaw
wide open in shock.

"Good to see you too, Cailan."
Intrepid muttered.  He turned around,
looked around a tower of milkcrates, and stepped over the unfinished concrete
flooring to reach the next person, Red, and undo the imagination trap that had
grabbed her feet.  "Are you
alright?" he asked, and she nodded.

The basement lighting had switched to
auxiliary, which consisted of ages old yellow incandescent bulbs.  They hadn't been seen working since the
base's construction, so they weren't changed with everything else.  They provided a dim glow across the level's
expanse, casting several shadows around each cylindrical support.  Intrepid sauntered past Crimson and gave her
a friendly punch on the shoulder, before proceeding along the wall past the
stairs to the upper levels, to the doorway into the generator room.  He heard raised voices from inside, and he
stopped.

"You know what?" Intrepid said,
spinning around.  All three young persons
stared at him.  "Red, put these two
in containment.  Then get these
generators back online.  I'll be in my
office."  The snapsickle was
entirely gone and he decided he didn't like the spine-compressing feeling of
its travel anyway, so he returned to the steps, leaving Red to figure out how
to transport these two into cryogenic pods.
To make it easier, he unholstered a stun gun and incapacitated both of
his wife's cousin's kids.

Then the man disappeared up the dark stairs.

\*\*\*\*

After getting the unconscious bodies of
Cailan and Crimson Crateris into two of the few Nexus Force-spec cryogenic pods
Leek Works had in its basement, Red leaned back against a dormant one and
rested.  The fight was exhausting, both
physically and mentally.  When she looked
through the glass at the two sleeping minifigures, she almost saw them the way
her father did: nonthreatening children, harmless, deserving of a second chance
when they made mistakes - the same way she saw them a long time ago, when that
perception was a fact.  How could such
people, who were so innocent before, cause so much trouble now?

Red sighed.
The generators were still down, so without their usual thudding
reverberating around the subterranean room, she still heard, in their place,
the two voices arguing.  It just so
happened that the same room they were arguing in was the generator control
room, so she went there to question why they hadn't been restarted yet.

"Calm down, you two." Red scolded
as soon as she caught sight of Intrepid, who was facing an elderly minifigure
who had to be in his late sixties or seventies.
That man sat on a spinning chair, currently aimed at Intrepid, turned
away from a large full size entertainment center full of displays and charts,
and a Nexus Force Plaque reconditioned into a sort of control board.  Those were the controls for the generators.

The man was tall, appearing almost
disproportionately so, due to his incredibly thin torso hugged by a well-fitted
gray suit.  It fit him so tightly, even
the shape of his ribs could be seen through the cloth, and his arms were
frail.  The man's body had evidently not
aged well, yet on his face he wore a smile.
Folding her arms, Red couldn't help but smile as well, for as long as
she could remember, Great Uncle Tiberius could put anyone in a good mood.

Not Intrepid, though.

Their conversation had transpired as
follows:

"You!" shouted Intrepid, upon
recognizing this man.  For while he had
never seen him before, there were features of his face he recognized as
familial.  He shared eyes, eyebrows, and
a nose with both Intrepid's father and Uncle Killian, while underneath his
wrinkled skin his jawbone was a bit thinner, more like that of grandma Lucille
Talmid's slender face.  His hair, a
pepper colored gray, may have been black once.

But this man was not Abe or Killian Talmid,
and despite being the same age as grandpa Ben Talmid, with the twenty-year
dimensional difference and things, this man was *not* grandpa Ben Talmid.  So
who else could he be?

This man could only be the arcane Tiberius
Talmid himself.

Tiberius Talmid had responded to Intrepid's
exclamation of, "You!" and corresponding jab of his pointing finger,
with a charismatic smile.  "I am
afraid I have forgotten to take my meds today!" Tiberius said.  "Because I seem to be hallucinating my
favorite nephew as a little boy!"
He laughed at his own joke.

"You," Intrepid repeated,
"have a lot to tell me."

"Apologies," Tiberius tapped the
side of his head.  "I stopped
talking to imaginary friends when my brother Killian was still infantile, and I
saw him 'conversing' with characters out of story books, and he looked like
such a fool!  So that's when I resolved
to *not* appear so stupid, so excuse me
while I abide by that now."

In the corner of his eye, Intrepid noticed
that Red had entered, and he whirled on her.
"What is he doing here?" he demanded.

"Uncle Tiberius works for Leek
Works." Red said.  "He built
the generators for this place."

Tiberius turned to Red and squinted.  "You're a lil' young to be hallucinating
too, darling."

Red looked at the ground and managed to
stifle a laugh, while she explained, "It really is your nephew, Uncle, but
from another dimension.  The one I told
you about."

"So it is, I knew it all along, I was
just messing with you." the old man said with a grin at both, then he spun
his chair around to face his control panel.
"The generators are indeed my brainchildren.  Such oxymorous creations; debatably hypocritical;
even Paradox said it could not be done, accomplishing what I have!  Hmmm, it would seem the problem is a power
drain!  Someone has siphoned my
generators.  You two," he ordered,
without turning away from his work, "you're young and strong, able-bodied
and capable.  Go refill the
generators."

"Got it." Red said, and pulled
Intrepid out of the room before he could protest.

"I wanted to ask him what he knew about
saving my family." Intrepid complained as she lead him away, but not
disheartened, he still followed the back of her cloak over to the generators
themselves, hidden behind a concrete half-wall in the most far-off corner of
the basement.

Intrepid looked at the generators.  There were two, looking like sets of large
discs suspended in metal frames, facing each other.  There were intake tubes at their bases.  They definitely *weren't* the same generators that powered his fledgeling version of
Leek Works, and looked so alien in a room he otherwise knew the layout of.

"He probably wouldn't tell you, since
whatever your dimension's Tiberius is up to, would be twenty years ago for
mine." Red said ruefully, as they approached a locked sliding door next to
the generators.

“What do you mean?” Intrepid asked.

Red explained, "He's worked here since I
was born, but he doesn't talk about what he did before then.  Not truthfully, I mean.  He tells a lot of stories, but very few are
from back then.  And they're all tall
stories.  Like the one where he became king
of some distant country, and fought a dragon singlehandedly, and pledged his
life to the Darkitect… pretty farfetched."

Intrepid nodded with understanding, not
really understanding though, while Red unlocked the door.  But he had some ideas.  "Huh." he said.  "Almost like he wants to forget his
past... mistakes?  If he's straightened
out *now*, I should probably worry
about what my Tiberius is up to."

"He's your uncle though," Red
reminded.  "And saving your family
doesn't seem so bad."

"Yeah, but they're dead.” Intrepid
stated.  “And evidently his plan doesn't
work, since I don't see my dad, mom, or sisters around here."

"And look what happened to Luke
Mercury's kids." Red agreed with a sigh.
The door let out a click as it unlocked and began to slide open.

Inside this side room were several gray
cylindrical containers.  Some were
stacked on shelves and others just in a pile on the floor.  They were all unmarked, not even wearing
"DANGER" or "FLAMMABLE" warnings like any approved fuel
source would.  Red handed one to
Intrepid, it was large and weighty but liftable, and the surface was cold to
the touch.

"So what's this stuff?" he asked.

"I'd have to mind wipe you if I told
you." Red warned.

Intrepid rolled his eyes.  "Seriously?"

"No.
Just promise not to tell anyone.
The council has enough scrutiny on us."  Shifting her hold on her own container to one
hand, Red switched off her communicator and stepped over to Intrepid's
side.  She whispered into his ear.  "The stuff is refined Maelstrom
ore."

### **Chapter 18**

Intrepid took a few moments to rhetorically
pick his jaw off the floor, as it had dropped in response to the freight train
of a proclamation that Red had driven on a collision course straight into him.  That was rhetorical as well.

Now he exclaimed, “Whaaaaaaat?”  He felt like dropping the fuel barrel in his
hands, but to do so might cause an explosion, or a fire, or inundate his base
with *MAELSTROM*?!?!

*It was*
blasphemous*.*

Leave it to Tiberius to create such a
thing.  Intrepid shook his head.  The man was evil.

Red sighed again.  “Don’t be like that, Intrepid.  It’s only Maelstrom in its source.  This is the last supply of ‘naturally’
occurring ore from Crux Prime, but it’s been refined so much… basically
reprogrammed.  No one’s been infected
working here.  No one *can be* infected.  As far as Maelstrom is concerned, it’s
inert.  It’s just a really efficient fuel
source.”

“Oh.” Intrepid responded.  “Okay.
Sure.  I’ll buy that.”  He made a mental note to stick with the
underpowered imagination generators in his version of things, though.

They loaded four barrels of Refined
Maelstrom Ore into each generator, enough that their computer systems each let
out a beep to affirm full capacity, and then Red locked the room again.

“Suppose that’s why Cailan and Crimson were
here.” Intrepid started.  “They were
lugging a Maelstrom shard when we first encountered them.  Now they, and suddenly Maelstrom forces, are
attacking us.”

“And Tiberius said the generators were
siphoned.  I was wondering the same
thing.” Red said, suddenly sounding dark.
“Maelstrom forces could only come from another dimension.  We’d be in big trouble if there’s another
large-scale incursion about to occur, and it’s pretty obvious-“

“-that my best friend’s kids are on the
wrong side of things.” Intrepid finished, looking over to the cryogenic
pods.  “We should interrogate them.”

They approached the first occupied pod,
Crimson’s.  Red tapped a few buttons on
its numberpad, first a code to engage a containment forcefield, and another to
open up the pod itself.  The pod began to
hiss as its seams parted, and steam began mist out, the byproduct of the pod’s
internal, sleep inducing atmospheric reacting with the outside air.

“To think I was in one of those.” Intrepid
said with a shudder.

“My dad told me it was a traumatic
experience.” Red shared.

Intrepid shook his head.  “Everything about the Venture Explorer is a
traumatic experience.”

“It’s all I’ve heard about it.”

As soon as the pod door had finished swinging
open, Crimson began to stir.  There was
nothing crimson about her, since she had dark hair, so Intrepid wondered why
Grand Masterly Shadow, or whoever his spouse was, had named her that.  Maybe they hadn’t.  As soon as she opened her eyes though,
Intrepid realized that he was mistaken.
Her eyes were red.

Letting out a scream, Crimson lunged
forwards but rammed straight into the forcefield, and was bounced back into the
pod.  Looking at her two captors angrily,
she shouted, “What do you want?”

“Answers.
Who are you working for?” Intrepid demanded.

There was enough room in the pod for Crimson
to fold her arms.  “No.” was all she
said, and then she shut her mouth and her eyes.

“Let’s try the other one,” Intrepid said, and
Red shut the pod again.  This made
Crimson start screaming in resistance again, but she fell asleep as soon as the
pod door sealed.  They moved to the next
pod to wake up Cailan, and as soon as the beige haired boy’s eyelids had
parted, and he glanced between the two of them, Intrepid got the feeling that
he would be more cooperative.

“Who do you work for?” Intrepid repeated.

Cailan smiled and closed his blue eyes.  “No.” he said, and folded his arms.

*Okay, I was wrong*.  Intrepid thought.  He rested his hands on his side of the
forcefield.  “Talk or we’ll tickle you.”
he threatened.

Cailan laughed.  “I’m in the Guinness Book of World Records
for enduring the longest session of pins and needles – and not complaining a
darn thing about it.”

Intrepid slammed the pod door shut.  “Is there even an entry for that?” he asked
Red.

“I’m afraid we’re not getting anything from
them.” Red said dejectedly, as they headed for the stairs.  “We’ll just have to wait and see what the
Maelstrom do next.”

“You can,” Intrepid said.  “I need to get back to my dimension.  I have an appointment with an evil uncle and
my brother, and my friends probably think I was smashed in a shuttle crash...
or infected.  Kate too.”

“I wish I could help with that.” Red said,
truly sounding like she meant it.  They
began to climb the stairs; a long flight of over fifty steps, so they had a
long time to talk.  “There’s nothing I
can do since the council disabled our transdimensional maneuverability
devices...”  She pressed her lips
together in thought.  “Actually…”

They paused halfway up the steps to face
each other and make eye contact.  The
dark irises of their eyes reminded each of them of rings.

And from there, one
specific ring: a ring that was ten feet in diameter, with a triangular base and
two controlling levers, used for transporting minifigures to different
dimensions.

“Yes,” Intrepid agreed.  “That is a great idea.”

They ran up the stairs from there, exiting
out from a doorway in the connector hallway.
From there into the spiral hallway, they found Skilled Honored Ninja,
Strange Odd Shadow, Ben, Allison, and Kate.
The former two were leaning against opposite walls, glaring at each
other as if they had formed some otherworldly rivalry.  Kate had her hands on her knees, looking very
tired out, but as soon as she caught sight of them she ran to grab Intrepid’s
arm.  She immediately tried to speak, but
her voice was cracked, and her eyes watered as she kept trying.  By the expanded shape of her eyes and how
fast and wavering her voice sounded as it barely trickled out, he could tell
that she was very distressed.

And rightfully so, because as Intrepid
scanned those around them, he realized someone was missing.

Kate coughed, and when she was able to speak
words all eyes turned to her.  The words
she said confirmed Intrepid’s worry, a fear shared by the girl shaking in front
of him, that they'd lost someone.
"Have you seen Cyclone?"

````

One Stromling fell to the ground, spinning
around and hitting the stone hard.  His
chest struck it painfully, his face stopping inches from the rock, as it had
all happened so fast and he only barely caught himself.  Another Stromling had kicked him, and it was
this one that laughed at him now.

“Did you really think you could sneak in
here?  Without *me* recognizing you?” his guttural voice filled the stone room.  “You disappoint me, Gallant Strong
Cyclone!  Gallant as always, but not very
strong now, if I say.”

Cyclone grit his teeth and slowly rolled over
to try and get up, but another kick sent him sprawling onto his back.  He let out a cry while the Stromling
continued to laugh.  Around them, other
Stromlings, Spiderlings, Mechs, and Apes watched from a distance, ambling about
and trying *not* to look *too* interested, but they were watching
nonetheless.  And not interfering.  Out of deference, honor, or fear?

“Aren’t you surprised to see me?” the
Stromling was continuing. Suddenly he raised his sword-arm right above Cyclone’s
head, and brought it down.  Cyclone
flinched but it wasn’t enough, the Stromling was too fast, and the blade
stabbed down – into the ground next to his head.  “Say something!” the Stromling shouted.  “Did you think you defeated me?!”

Cyclone’s lips quivered, but as the
Stromling’s blade began to screech and scratch against the ground, getting
closer, he suddenly found the urge to speak.
“I- I don’t know you!” he shouted.
“I don’t know YOU!  I don’t know
who you are!”

The Stromling pulled his blade up, his face
taking on a frown.  “So it would seem,”
he agreed.  “I don’t know you either.”  Cyclone watched him, worried of what he would
do next, if for some perverted reason his identity was the only thing keeping
him alive.  But then the Stromling got an
idea and asked, “Tell me, Cyclone, what year is it?”

“2012?” Cyclone answered, unsure what he was
getting at.  “Januar-“

“That’s enough!!” the Stromling
interrupted.  “So you’re from the
thirty-first dimension.  There’s no
reason why you’re still alive.”

“I was saved.” Cyclone said.

“Not for long!” the Stromling cackled, and
aimed his blade again.  “Our agent should
have ensured your death.  She
failed.  I won’t!”  Cyclone squeezed his eyes shut as the sword
fell again, but when nothing happened for several seconds, he dared open them a
crack.  He exhaled sharply.  The Stromling’s sword was inches above his
heart, but for some reason he had not completed the action.

“Yes….” the Stromling said to himself, and
he began to lift the sword and Cyclone breathed again.  “This is good.  I will do better.  My master will be pleased.”  Motivated by greed, his sword arm morphed
into a hand, and he rubbed the two of his hands together.  The Stromling turned away, then shouted, “Ansley!  Get over here and bind this Stromling.”

“Boss, sir!” a voice replied, and then a
Spiderling clattered over.  “Yo, sir,
boss, bro, boss.”  The spider’s legs
danced on the stone as he outlined his preposition most giddily.  “I helped lure him over, bro.  Put in a good word for me to the dark master,
bro?”

“SHUT UP AND DO YOUR WORK!” the Stromling
yelled, and the Spider instinctively wrapped himself up in his legs.

“Yes boss!” the Spider squeaked, and spat
out a trapping web over Cyclone’s body, before backing off.  Cyclone struggled but was unable to move, as
the web wrapped around him all by itself.
Then Cyclone felt himself lifting off the ground, as the dark powers
that bound him could also move him.

“A long time ago,” the Stromling said, as he
began to walk away and Cyclone’s cocoon followed, “my master had a special
interest in beings like you.  Minifigures
so naturally gifted, so imbued with imagination, that he wanted to know how to
infect you.  In the end, my master
decided that smashing you was much easier.
So in all of the dimensions we’ve reached so far, your counterparts and
all the ones like like you, have been smashed.”

They continued out of the first room, a large
cave, down a narrower stone passageway.
Cyclone’s eyes widened as the passage widened at its end, and approached
a set of tall, gleaming obsidian doors.
So they were much closer to the Darkitect than he had ever thought!

“For your own sake,” the Stromling
continued, spinning around to face Cyclone before the doors, “pray that I can
convince the Darkitect to resume experimentation, rather than extermination, of
your kind!”

“You’re the Darkitect’s personal slave.”
Cyclone realized.

“*Advisor*.”
the Stromling corrected sourly.

“If he’s already smashed,” Cyclone said
softly, “so much of my kind… are you sure you can convince him otherwise?”

The Stromling smiled most evilly.  “Certainly.
I will admit I lied about your interests, actually.  As soon as we proceed, you’ll wish you were
smashed.”

He then raised a hand into the air, and with
a massive cranking of unseen gears the doors began to open towards them.  “I have more power over the Darkitect than
even he realizes.” he proclaimed to Cyclone’s ears only, and then he turned
around again to face the opened room’s interior.  The doors parted, and past the Stromling’s
shoulders, Cyclone could barely make out in the distance, a towering form….

“Now,” the Darkitect’s advisor hissed his
signature phrase as they entered the throne room,

“allow me to demonstrate."

**E**ND **O**F **P**ART
**F**OUR

## **Part Five: Butterflies and Cyclones**

### *Chapter Nineteen*

 It took the rest of the afternoon through late evening and a decent
amount of cash for the cleaning crews to return Leek Works to a state of
 repair.  A delegation of Nexus Republic commissaries arrived at 8:30 to
 take a report on the attack, when the computer room had been set up
with new tables and consoles but the spiral hallway was still stained
with Maelstrom residue.

  “You can tell me ‘I told you
so’,” Prime Minister Overbuild said sourly as he stood in the connector,
 next to Intrepid Fusion Eclipse, “then I’d like if we can plan our next
 move, to counter *their* next move.”

  The younger man folded his arms.  “I have nothing else to say about the past, except that you mentioned protection.”

  “I did.”

  “I want it.”

 Overbuild quickly sent a message telepathically to his phone, and from
there elsewhere.  “They will arrive in the hour.  Meanwhile, the council
 has called another deliberation on allocation of our defensive funding,
 9 AM tomorrow morning.”

  “Tell them to put it all on
offensive weaponry and evacuation ships, equal distribution.  It’s fight
 or flight, you just need to figure out who in the population is
fighting, and who’s flying.”

  “We want you to be there.”

  “Maybe.  I want to go to sleep.”

 So Overbuild returned by personal transport to Republic Headquarters,
while the 35 year old retreated to his office.  At 9:00 the annoying
whirr of the Maelstrom vacuums finally turned off, and Intrepid was able
 to focus better on the files on the desk in front of him.  Instead of
sleeping he’d been reading, under the dimmed light of an old fashioned
desk lamp, as he perused plaques, data pads, decade old papers,
manuscripts…

  An hour passed before his mind recalled a technique that Ryder had
taught him.  His eyes began to stop seeing the words in front of him,
the print began to blur.  A chilling sensation trickled up his spine,
into his head, and then it felt warm.  His neck stopped aching from
being tilted down at his desk for so long.  His breathing slowed.  He imagined he was someplace else, somewhere he
could feel her presence....

  Then his door slid open and the
 sensation stopped.  Intrepid blinked at the interruption, then he
looked back at his book.  He turned back a page, where had he been?
Meanwhile, a shadow stretched across the floor, silhouetted against the
lighted box from the hallway light through the doorframe in the
otherwise dark room.  He saw the head of the silhouette on the floor
beside him.  He knew who it was, and she was waiting.

  “Yes.” he said sharply.

  “Dad.” his daughter said.  “Overbuild’s agents arrived.  They’re in the entrance room.”

  “Send them my regards.” Intrepid said.

  “You’re not coming?” she questioned.

 “Not this time.  They know what they're here for.”  Intrepid kept
reading, but in the corner of his eye he saw that the shadow didn’t seem
 to move.  Was she still waiting?  “Red.” he addressed, softening his
tone.  “Is there anything more you want to tell me?”

  His daughter’s shadow shifted, as she dipped her head to look at the floor.  “I should have told you-” she started.

  “No,” he cut her off.  “It’s actually… better that you didn’t.  Some things are better not knowing.”

  “Oh.”  There was a pause for a second.  “Okay.  Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Stepping out of the door and allowing it to close, Red looked up
from her boots and sighed as the doors sealed her father away for the
night with little more than a hiss.  Who knew if she’d even see him
tomorrow?  And he’d found out after all, about what she did and who
she’d brought, but he wasn’t in the mood to discuss it.  Perhaps he
thought it was better, to clam up and hide away… well it wasn’t, not for
 her.

  She turned away and returned along the outer
spiral to the entrance room, where the others were assembled.  They were
 in the midst of a conversation when they entered, and considering the
minifigures involved, Red could already figure out how it was going.
Because she knew these people, and a long time ago she’d asked the same
questions.

  “You’re *twenty* *years old*?”
Intrepid asked, sounding most perplexed.  The black haired fifteen year
old stood at the same height and eye level as both the lean, youthful
looking brown haired boy and the brown haired girl who stood across the
table from him.

  “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” the
 girl responded with an eye roll.  But she smiled at the question, being
 a person who enjoyed messing with the ignorant.

  “And you’re also… older?” Intrepid asked the boy.

 “We’re twins,” he responded, “Katie and I.”  He was still facing
Intrepid, his back towards the doorway through which Red had entered,
when he greeted her, like he had eyes on the back of his head.  Or
pressure sensors.  “Hi, Red.” Jay said.

  “But you two don’t look older than, I’m going to guess, thirteen?” Intrepid continued, still flabbergasted.

  Strange Odd Shadow, who sat in a newly added armchair, quipped, “Age and appearance are more independent than you’d think.”

 “We were thirteen, actually, when this happened.” Jay said.  “Someone
got a rogue process into our systems, which rewrote the process in
charge of our outward appearance, and no one bothered to fix it.”

 “Besides, looking like kids has lots of advantages.” Katie jumped in.
“Like, no one ever suspects us of anything, and it’s more consistent
with our inner personalities.  We’re still kids at heart.”

  “*You* are.” Jay corrected.

  Katie gave him a friendly shoulder punch.  “Lighten up, bro.  Channel your inner child.”

  “No.”

 The door to the armory slid open and Skilled Honored Ninja stepped out,
 decked out in his Rank 3 Space Ranger Gear.  “I’m suited up and ready
to rock ‘n roll,” he reported, “while you- eight?  There are eight of
you here now? – have been what?  Dancing a waltz?  You couldn’t prepare
any slower.”

  “If anything you’re over-prepared,” Shadow said.  “We’re not planning to fight a war.”

 “You can never be too prepared.  And if there is a war, I intend to win
 it.” Skilled declared, fixing Shadow with a staunch gaze that prompted
the Engineer to stand up.

  “You don’t know me, so I’ll
give you the benefit of the doubt that you might not realize,” Shadow
stated, “but I’m always combat ready.”

  “Me too.” the
Ninja Space Ranger said.  “I carry a Broom-Mop-Sword-Zipgun-and Arrows
Combo Katana Staff that was originally an Energy Spork.”

  “If you’d cut it out,” Kate interrupted, “we could move out
 now.”  Strange Odd Shadow and Skilled Honored Ninja interrupted their
staring contest to glance her way.  She, Allison Ryder, and Ben Mercury
stood at the door out, and Intrepid, Jay, Katie, and Red were headed
that way as well.

  “This isn’t over.” Shadow whispered.

  “It isn’t.” Skilled agreed.

 So the two went to join the others, and they all exited into the snowy
night.  A light flurry had set over Nimbus Station in the past hour, and
 tiny snowflakes whizzed by, most visible in the glow of the streetlamps
 immediately outside the alleyway.  Red hunched inside her cloak and
walked in front, leading the procession of ten towards the street.

 Intrepid turned his head to count those around him again.  Ben and
Allison were at the back.  He slowed down, letting Jay and Katie walk
past, so he could say something discreetly to the two Leek Works
employees.  “Are you sure you want to be involved?” he asked them
again.  “This is risky business.  Your imagination sparks aren’t even
unlocked, I doubt, so if you smash…”

  “My dad can take care of himself.” Ben said stoically.

 “He sure can.” Allison repeated.  “And you need our help.  You need
Ben’s expertise to work the Ring, and as for me, I'm just looking for a change in environment.  This place is stuffy
and I think I’ve caught a cold.”  She made a face at herself.  "Sorry, I suppose
what I mean is, I can also help you find your family."

  “Okay.” Intrepid nodded.  “You’re in.”

 Meanwhile, Jay caught up to Red.  “I can’t help but think,” he
posed, “but Overbuild told us we were here to defend the base from
Maelstrom attack.  I don’t think he mentioned any transdimensional
expeditions.”

 “Yeah, he didn’t.” Katie said.  “Does Intr- *your father*, know what we’re doing?”

 Red
 gave them each an over the shoulder glance, as they neared the end of
the alleyway.  She could hear a car engine idling around the corner, and
 in the time it took for them to reach it, she decided on her answer.
It was hard to phrase in her head, but recalling her father’s words did
make it easier to say.  So she told them.

 “He doesn’t know what we’re doing.” Red said at last.  “But trust me, some things are better not knowing.”

\*\*\*\*

The car was once an ancient black luxury sedan, but sometime in its
50 year life it'd been graced with a 10 feet stretch.  Now with seats
for 10 passengers and a driver, it sat parked in front of Leek Work’s
façade, with the engine running, clouds billowing from the exhaust, and
interior lights on.  Held down to the car’s roof with nylon straps,
ropes, and other tie-down equipment was the Ring in its ten-feet-diameter
glory.  The car was already huge, but the Ring stuck out over its sides.

 As
 the group made their way to the car’s doors, Intrepid couldn’t help but
 stare at the Ring’s precarious perch.  Until someone hacked the
personal transdimensional devices, it was their only way back home.  The
 Ring’s construction impeded backpack transportation, so Intrepid hoped
the driver knew what he was doing as he walked along the car’s length to
 its front passenger seat.  He gripped the door’s chrome handle, almost
freezing his fingers trying to open it, and only after he slid into its
leather front seat was he able to identify the driver.

 “At your service, favorite nephew!” Tiberius said.

\*\*\*\*

### Intermission: 02030-NIMCITY Part 1

Opening File: 02030-NIMCITY

Bad Filesystem,
Proceed? ( Y for yes / N for no )

Y

Nimbus City, Nimbus Station

-Summary

 Nimbus City, also called the City of Nimbus, is a 305 square mile city
first built for the Nimbus Republic's civilization reconstruction
(CIVRC) project, and was the most populous metropolitan area in the
system between 2012 and 2020.  Built over Nimbus Station's western sea,
across the superbridge from the Race Place, the city's sea location was
made possible by creating an artificial rock island for it to be built
upon, with materials mined from the Darneu around Forbidden Valley.
The city's plan and unique base construction method was envisioned by
former-Assembly craftswoman Dedria Signer, a mindstorm for which you can
 be assured she has received many awards.

-History

--Timeline

February 1st, 2012: The Nexus Force declares victory over the Maelstrom.

February 15th, 2012: Nimbus Republic formed, Civilization Reconstruction Project announced.

May
 25, 2012: Ministry of Construction members Bruno Underbite, Dedria
Signer, and Sandy Studs announce Project Stratospheron for a floating
city above Nimbus Station.

June 1st, 2012: Project Stratospheron is rejected.

June 2nd, 2012: Dedria Signer proposes the ministry's backup plan, Project Atlantis, and it is approved.

June 9th, 2012: Mining of the Darneu is approved and following allocation of funds commences.

June
 14th, 2012: Sufficient Darneu-sourced rock is placed in Nimbus
Station's western sea.  With the foundation laid surface construction
commences.

October 26th, 2014: Consctruction of Nimbus City proper is completed; construction of Nimbus Suburbs commenced.

November 25th, 2014: Construction of Nimbus Grove suburbs completed.

--FILESYSTEM DAMAGED, SKIP DAMAGED SECTORS?--

Y

July 21st, 2020: Transdimensional attack on Nimbus Republic

16:37 / 8:37 PM - Maelstrom infantry commence attack via transdimensional rift.

### **Intermission: 02030-NIMCITY part 2:** *Chapter ??*

July 21st, 2020

  What had started as a celebratory evening very quickly erupted into chaos.

 First a low rumbling began to murmur from the heavens.  But what might
have been thunder, quickly became apparent as something else, something *not* to be irrationally feared.  Rather, something to be legitimately afraid of.

 The pictures on the apartment walls began to rattle.  They fell
clanging, the tile floor creaked and shook, and every glass window, the
small ones in the bedrooms and the large bay window, shattered.

  There was a loud bang and all the lights turned off, casting the white walls and everything in between them into darkness.

 Someone struck a match and its little flame shone brightly in the
darkness.  Somehow it withstood the quaking, burning only a gradual
amount before the trembling ceased, and there was silence except for its
 little fizzling.  The flame was like a beacon, in many ways.

 The flame had been meant to light the candle on the cake, on the dinner
 table, now forgotten in the darkness.  Around the table, the
minifigures present all stood up.  In the flame's glow they saw each
others faces.  The most illuminated face was that of a woman, the one
who had lit and now held the match in one hand.  In her other arm she
cradled a baby.

  Kate stared at all those around.  She
was about to open her mouth to speak, when other sounds, too low, too
far away to be heard under any sound except that of the current silence,
 made their way in from outside.

  There was a distant shout.

  A distant snarl.

  The piercing ting of distant gunfire.

  A piercing wail filled the room, and Kate tensed, reacting
immediately to hush the child in her arms.  "Shhhh," she hissed, but the
 child did not quiet.  Shadows danced across the walls as the match in
her hand shook, and around her people began to move.

  "I'm going outside." a man's voice announced.

  "Looking to get smashed, Ray?" another male voice quipped.

  "I don't think it's safe," a woman protested.

 The match was nearly down to Kate's fingertips when an alternate form
of illumination finally lit up, a phone screen.  Blowing out the match,
Kate looked at the face illuminated directly by the phone, that of a
third man.  In the noise and disorder she didn't recognize him at first,
 since lately she was used to seeing him with facial hair, since he was
trying to grow a beard, but that morning he'd shaven for the occasion.
Her husband's face looked grim now.

  "The network is
down." Intrepid reported.  "The public network, our private channels
too."  He held the phone up to his ear, and then blanched.  "And there's
 a heck of a lotta interference on the transdimensional channels.  I
can't reach the base."

  "We've got to do something." the
first voice, Ray's, spoke again.  "I'm not staying in the dark."
Another phone screen lit up, held by Ray, and he began to move to the
apartment's door.

  "I think we should wait," the woman said quietly.

  Kate heard her.  "I agree!  We're all in the dark here and we need to figure this out together  Someone needs to take charge."

  Intrepid looked up.  "Okay." he said.  "I guess I can-"

 "By someone I meant me." Kate said, and she turned her attention back
to Ray and the woman.  "Mara," she addressed her, "you're in no
condition for a fight."

  Mara's face was pale in the glow of the smartphones.  "We're fighting?" she breathed.

  "It's a possibility." Intrepid said.

  "We are." Kate said for certain.

  "How do you know?" the last voice, that of the second man, Luke Mercury, asked.

  With her free hand, Kate tapped the side of her head.  "I was a
Stromling once.  I know Maelstrom when I feel it."  She pressed her lips
 together in thought.  "Mara," she addressed again, "hold Red."
Gingerly, the other woman took the exactly one year old girl, who was
finally beginning to quiet down.  With her arms free, Kate could fight.

  "Now Ray," Kate continued, "you want to check things out?"

  "Definitely." the dark haired man said, nodding determinedly and flexing his arms.

 "Good luck punching the Maelstrom," Luke deadpanned from the other side
 of the apartment.  In the dark he'd moved over to a side table, locked
with a passcode and key, both of which the Leek Works agent had.  From
its drawer he removed a set of weapons, and he tossed an Elite Drill of
Lasers across the room for Ray to catch with both hands.

 "Leave it for the Maelstrom to come back when I'm the least able to
fight them." Mara muttered, shifting her weight and resting her face on
Red's fuzzy head.  The baby started to sniffle.  Technically Mara now
carried two children: Kate's, and hers and Ray's.

  Luke
and Intrepid had silently gotten flashlights, cash and coins, insurance
cards, car keys, and backpacks of old gear from around the apartment.
After handing Kate her backpack, the five adults all put on their shoes
and exited Intrepid and Kate's apartment.  Flashlights and smartphones
lead the way for the two couples and Luke, as they made their way out,
down the stairs, to the building's lobby.

  As they neared
 the door, the sounds from outside became louder and more discernably
worse.  Intrepid, who stood at the front, at half the room's length away
 from the door motioned for them to stop.  He crouched down and began to

open his backpack.

Kate conjured a picture in her mind of the backpack's contents,
organized in the same way they were eight years ago, when she'd put her
Nexus Force gear away presumably for good.  With her mind's eye she
found her set of white Rank 3 Sentinel Samurai gear.  She pictured them
adorning her frame, and it took only that thought for the gear to fly
out of her backpack and equip itself on her.  They fit snugly, properly,
 and despite herself having grown some in the past eight years, they
easily and effortlessly conformed to her new dimensions.

 With her Samurai helmet came a heightened sense of sensual awareness,
aided by Imagination.  There was a mechanical clock on the pale blue
lobby wall, above the gray chairs, and its fingers pointed to 8 hours,
38 minutes, and 50 seconds post meridiem.

  Elsewhere in
the lobby, Intrepid had donned his old Bat Lord suit, while Luke now
wore some modified Sentinel Knight gear.  Ray wasn't much of a Nexus
Forcer but he carried his laser gun with purpose.  He stood in front of
Mara protectively.

  Now Kate focused on the world outside
 the door.  She, Intrepid, and Luke all had the same vision.  They all
detected Maelstrom outside, doing Maelstrom things against the helpless
Nimbus City populace.  Tormenting, damaging, infecting.

  And Kate, Intrepid, and Luke all had the same thought.

  They had defeated the Maelstrom one.

  They would defeat the Maelstrom again.

\*\*\*\*\*

16:39 / 8:39 PM - Defensive force working from local secret base (see File: Leek Works) responds to the immediate threat.

16:40 / 8:40 PM - Leek Works engages the Maelstrom.

\*\*\*\*\*

 Eight years of peace (since the Maelstrom War's end in 2012) categorized the city's formative years and the
state of its current existence, at least until today.  Nimbus City held
people from all walks of life, and all sorts of backgrounds, both Nexus
Force veterans and immigrants from other planets and worlds who had
never had to carry a sword into combat against forces of any darkness.

  The newcomers brought friends and families.

 That being said, the majority of Nimbus City was wholly unprepared for
an attack.  It didn't help that the Nimbus Republic had disbanded its
military and ceased funding of any offensive, or defensive projects long
 ago.

  But that's why Leek Works existed.  Leek Works had persevered in the past eight years.

  Kate didn't want to think thoughts of, *I told you so*, or *Look what happens when you don't listen to our warnings!*  Since those thoughts could be seen as trivializing the real misfortune that was befalling the innocents around her now.

 Brandishing her katana, Kate charged for the Stromling nearest to her
position.  It was an advanced type, with hammers for arms and obsidian
armor for its head and chest.  A flying kick later, the Stromling was on
 the ground.  A katana strike later, the Stromling was smashed.

 Rising, Kate detected that the most nearby Stromlings had turned their
attention to her: a minifigure who could actually fight back or impede
their operation.  They turned away from their previous targets and began
 to advance.  At least she could fight, and the other civilians who were
 not yet infected, and there were many of them, wisely took the chance

to run.

Kate was about to duel the nearest Stromling, a Pirate,
when a car came careening around a street corner, straight towards her.
 Three Chainsaw Stromlings had embedded their weapon arms into its black
roof, and she could see the blades swinging and swaying in the
monsters' attempts to reach the driver.  But the Stromlings only
succeeded in cutting longer strips in the vehicle's metal, and sliding
farther to its rear.  Nevertheless Kate loaded her bow and launched
three arrows, before diving out of the vehicle's way.

The car plowed through the Stromling Pirate she would otherwise have
battled, smashing it, and her arrows smashed each of the Chainsawlings.

 "You're welcome!" she shouted after the vehicle's receding taillights,
and then she ducked to avoid the swing of a Mech's arm, from a Stromling
 Mech that had approached her from behind.  With an upwards swing she
removed the robot of its arm, and a followup strike turned the rest of
it to a state of bricks.

  Kate, Intrepid, and Luke had
fanned out, and in a minute their efforts had effectively cleared the
streets of Maelstrom forces.  There had been other signs and sounds of
combat in the immediate area, but those had died down.

That meant there were other fighters around.  Kate raised an arm to
signal the others, and then she darted to the nearest street corner.
Around the corner store, in the middle of the next street, she
recognized the characteristic Sentinel gear of two fellow Nexus Force
veterans.  Even more, she recognized their faces.  She waved.

 "Is that all of them?" a man she recognized as Suave Able Cat asked.
The former Sentinel looked as well equipped as ever.  Somehow the 'Super
 Sentinel' still managed to equip a bit of each Sentinel kit into his
attire.  He blew steam off a Space Ranger Zipgun he carried in his right
 hand, in his left he had a Samurai Bow like Kate's own, and on his back
 he wore his old Powerjouster *and* a new Energy Spork.

  At his side walked another familiar figure, that of a man called
Master Blade Nine, armored up like any good Sentinel Knight.  "If there
are other reports of Maelstrom in the city," Blade started, "I haven't
heard them."

  "We would have no way of knowing," Intrepid
 Fusion Eclipse said, walking up behind Kate and looking around.  Kate
followed his gaze.  The only Maelstrom damage they could see was
restricted to these two streets, at this street corner on the city's
edge, overlooking Vertigo Bay that seperated Nimbus City from the rest
of Nimbus Station.

*Was it coincidence*, Kate
thought, that this same street corner, the one the Maelstrom targeted,
was the one that housed their apartment building?  Or as a parent was
she being too paranoid?

  "Look up." Luke said.  Kate,
Intrepid, Suave, and Blade looked at him for a second, and saw that he
was pointing upwards.  Then they stared at the sky.  A dark blanket of
purple clouds seemed to carpet the air directly above them, hiding the
actual sky and smothering out the stars.

  "This can't be good." Intrepid muttered.

 Arcs of lightning flashed soundlessly between the clouds' folds, and
then something began to change.  The storm's center began to swirl like a
 whirlwind, forming a dark hole in its center.  Then a lightning bolt
arced right down from its center, traveling barely slow enough for them
to see, and with a mighty crash it struck down not fifty feet away from
the five of them.  The force of the blast cracked the road, shattered
whatever glass still remained unbroken, and loose objects fell from
wherever they were knocked loose, and all five of the minifigures were
knocked off their feet and sent flying away from the blast.

  When Kate's ears stopped ringing and she had enough bearing to
stand, she saw what had formed at the point of the lightning strike.  A
vortex that was both dark and light, black and white, purple and pink
greeted them.  Flashes and shadows emanated forth in a familiar
pattern.  Kate recognized it, and Intrepid recognized it too.  "Darn."
the man muttered.  "So they did rebuild it."

  It was the pattern of a certain transdimensional ring appliance, just infused, transformed- *infected*.  The Maelstrom counterpart from another dimension that was not their own.

  Kate sighed. "We destroyed it to prevent their ring to prevent this from happening."

 "We knew they'd rebuild it soon enough." Intrepid said with aimless
obstinacy.  "It's not our fault no one did anything about it."

*A dark laughter echoed forth from the portal.*

 "I hoped it wouldn't get worse." Intrepid groaned.  "Now he's here."
Suddenly he stood up straight.  He gave Kate a glance, and she stared
back, a silent communication being sent between them.  Fear.
Understanding.  Approval.

  Kate shifted the weight of her weapons, found the optimal balance on her feet, and steeled herself.

  If the Darkitect was here personally, they would need to fight back with everything they got.

  She would need to.

 Kate closed her eyes and breathed deeply.  She'd only done minimal
training in these abilities with Cyclone, before... before an event
she'd rather not think about.  But before then, they'd shared a training
 room, and developed some skill.  It was difficult training in an art
with no one to guide them but themselves, but they'd trailblazed it
themselves.  It was difficult but rewarding.

  She found the core of Imagination spark, nestled somewhere next to
her heart.  She sensed the imagination within her being harnessed, and
felt it being pulled forth with each heartbeat, being sent through each
of her arteries outwards.  She felt the goosebumps on her arms, the
hairs on her neck and each strand of hair on her head rising, her nerves
 prickled as her supply of raw imagination surged, threatening to breach
 her skin.  But she could control it.

  Intrepid watched
her in awe, his face lit up - his clothes as well, and the environment
around them all, as Kate literally glowed with energy - her imagination
potential emanated out from her.  It radiated from her fingertips.

*The darkness laughed again.*

 A shadow began to stretch forth from the portal.  A hundred times the
height of any minifigure in length, it snaked across the tarmac ground
towards them.  The portal widened, to accommodate the appearance of a
towering silhouette.  Two large squared boots tapped on the ground.  A
massive cape swished and swirled in the rush of air that howled from the
 vortex.  Atop its head stood a comparatively tall top hat, shiny black,
 brimmed article of authority, of supremacy.

  Of barony.

  Dark creatures skittered around their master's feet, up and down his cloak.

 A ghastly smile spread across the dark master's face.  Red eyes
appeared under the brim of his top hat.  An arm extended forth from his
figure, a hand opened, in it a glowing orb, a shimmering violet in
color, pulsating and hovering above his palm.

  With an upwards thrust, the orb was launched upwards into the sky like a rocket.

  Like a missile.

  It exploded in a searing white flash, accompanied by an instant of searing heat.

  No one could see.  Kate couldn’t see or hear.  Her ears rang.
Despite her blindness Kate lashed out, and somewhere in the whiteness
she heard a howl as her strike hit some fowl creature.  She felt a rush
of air, and a shout from one of her teammates.

  Her name?

  A warning?

 She felt the heat of her own power rising within her, around her.  With
 her mind's eye she sensed the dark creatures closing in, and she swung
her arms to dispel another imagination blast.  Thunder clapped, she'd
emitted lightning, she felt the blaze of its heat on the inside of her
arms, and the creatures turned to dust.

  There was
another rush, this time headed straight towards her.  She felt the air
bouncing off her from its approach like an approaching train, and she
pushed back.

  Something sailed over her head.  It landed behind her.

  Then she felt a sharp twinge in her back.

 Her ears rang with a different intensity.  She stopped feeling the
power rushing through her arms.  She stopped feeling her legs, or
feeling entirely.  She stopped seeing white, only a staticky gray.

 Kate blinked, or tried to blink, but her sight remained unchanging.
She wanted to shake her head, but felt no response from her neck
muscles.  When at last outlines began to appear in the grayness, and she
 finally began to see again, it was to the sneering face of a Stromling
she never thought she'd see again, standing above her, staring down at
where she lay on the ground.

  She couldn't murmur his name, *Demonstrait*.  She could move her lips, and articulate her tongue, but her breath seemed caught in her mouth.

  Demonstrait only smiled.

  Kate's eyelids suddenly felt heavy.

  She became conscious of the darkness spreading from the edges of her vision - the emptiness ebbing away at her spirit.

  The hollow laughter of the Darkitect as he looked on at her demise.

  She was smashing.

  And she heard the cry of her name being shouted.  She saw
Demonstrait knocked aside, out of sight, replaced by the face of
Intrepid, only caring, only concerned for her.  His mouth moved silently
 as her hearing was lost as well.

  It was too late for Intrepid to help her.

  But it wasn't too late for Kate to help him.

 Perhaps her brain's last call of action, to push her arm upwards,
successfully pushed Intrepid out of the way from what was about to come
next.  But it was only Imagination and it wouldn't hurt him or any of
her friends so long as they weren't infected.

  But it would hurt the Maelstrom.

  With
 Kate's last breath came an explosion of pure imagination.  Any
Maelstrom within the blast radius of her detonating imagination spark
was vaporized in an instant.

  \*\*\*\*\*

### **Intermission: 02030-NIMCITY part 3**

  July 21st, 2020

16:39 / 8:39 PM - Defensive force working from local secret base (see File: Leek Works) responds to the immediate threat.

16:45 / 8:45 PM - First Maelstrom wave defeated.

16:50
 / 8:50 PM - A second Maelstrom Vortex is opened for Maelstrom
reinforcements, including the First Darkitect.  A Maelstrom orb bomb is
detonated above Nimbus City, immediately infecting a hundred square
miles of the island's eastern seaboard.

16:51 / 8:51 PM –
An imagination explosion from an unknown source destabilizes the
Maelstrom’s Transdimensional Vortex, forcing the Maelstrom to retreat.

16:52 / 8:52 PM - Leek Works casualties are confirmed.

--FILESYSTEM DAMAGED, SKIP DAMAGED SECTORS?--

N

File terminated.

### Chapter 19 continued

Sufficiently spooked, Intrepid repositioned himself to the rear of
the car, where everyone else sat.  Red liked Tiberius, she could have
the front seat.  She was already in the back though, in the middle seat
of the middle row, effectively in a position for taking charge.
Intrepid took a vacant leather seat and buckled in next to Kate, between
 her and Shadow, while Red began outlining their plan.

"We're going to Nimbus City." she said, looking at two people, namely
Intrepid and Kate, directly.  "Fair warning though, it won't look like
you remember it."

  "Fair enough.  Nothing looks like we remember it." Intrepid said.

  "Man, the city looks great!" Skilled Honored Ninja deadpanned.  "It's never looked better!"

  "What do you mean?" Intrepid asked.

  "I'm kidding pal," Skill said morosely.  "The city got nuked.  It looks like garbage."

  Intrepid's and Kate's eyes widened.  "No way." she whispered.

  "What's Nimbus City?" Strange Odd Shadow asked.

  "It's a great city." Intrepid told him.

  "The best there is." Kate echoed.  "I can't believe...."

  "Here," Red handed him a datapad from somewhere in her cloak.  "We have a file on it."

  Shadow took it, and information lit up on the screen.  "It says the File System is Damaged." he reported.

 "Oh." Red blanched.  "Just type Y and proceed."  While Shadow read
Red's reading material, she removed another datapad and continued to
tell the other two Other Dimensioners, "I've outlined our two primary
objectives going forwards.  First," she pointed two fingers at Intrepid
and Kate, "you two and Shadow need to get back to your dimensions.
Second, we'll find Cyclone."

  "I'm glad you remembered him." Kate said, her face lighting up.  "Are we splitting into teams?"

  "What do you mean?" Red asked.

"Well, Intrepid and I are doing detective work on his missing
family," Kate explained, "but we've also got to rescue Cyclone."  She
suddenly gave Intrepid a sorry glance.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

 "Oh no," he said hurriedly, "no, it's okay.  My family isn't going
anywhere, and we've got to stick together regardless."  He tried to give
 her a smile that was reassuring, for her sake and also for himself.
"I'll help with finding Cyclone.  My family would want me to."

  To his relief, Kate smiled back.  "Thanks, Intrepid."

 The interior lights darkened as the last car doors shut, as Ben and
Allison climbed into the backmost seats.  "Comfy car," Allison said.

  With some clangs, rattles, and shudders, the ancient car proceeded to drive.

 In the darkness, except for the glow from Shadow's Nimbus City datapad,
 Intrepid couldn't help but wonder.  A lot of crazy things had
happened.  Crazy things were still happening.  He wasn't betraying his
family by putting them aside now, was he?  It bothered him like a poke
in the shoulder.  They'd want him to help a friend, he was sure.  If
anything, the betrayal had occured long ago, after he ran off to the
Nexus Force and never returned.  Not a message, not birthday cards, no
correspondence of any sort, and not even himself.  Then Alex showed up
at the Launch Area.
  It knawed on him deeper.

*Can I betray them any worse?* Intrepid grimaced and moved a hand to rub his aching shoulder.  He brushed against someone's finger.

  There was someone nudging him in the shoulder.

  It was Kate.  She was whispering something, and Intrepid leaned closer.  "Sorry, I didn't hear." he hissed quietly.

 "I was just wondering if you wanted to talk about your family." Kate
repeated in a low tone, since now they were whispering for some reason.

  "Again, it's okay," Intrepid whispered back.  "Cyclone's a higher priority right now, I understand-"

  Kate snorted.  "No stupid, you don't."  She smiled to indicate she didn't mean it meanly.

Intrepid blinked.  "What was the question again?"

  "You're family sounds like cool people." Kate rehashed.  "Tell me what they're like?"

  Intrepid scrunched up his brow.  "Well," he started, "you know about Tiberius about as much as I do."

  Kate snorted again.  "Start with someone else."

 "Alright." Intrepid started again.  "There's my dad, Abe.  He was an
explorer."  Kate raised her eyebrows, interested, so Intrepid continued,
 "He told me stories about his adventures, and where they went."  He
couldn't help but grin at a particular memory.  "I barely believe it
myself; would you believe me if I told you he found Crux?"

  Kate smiled.  "Before the Faction Leaders and the Baron?"

  "Gotta be." Intrepid chuckled.

  "I thought you said your home planet was technologically challenged." Kate challenged.

  "I never said Abe was from Elistra." Intrepid reminded, still smirking.

 Kate held up her hands.  "Before we follow that tangent," she said, her
 eyes glinting, "Tell me about the others.  You had a mom, obviously.
What was she like?"

  "She was an explorer too." Intrepid told
 her.  "Hazel Tanwaed.   She met my dad when they were exploring.  Two
kids in a spaceship, my dad told me that.  That story had something to
do with faces.  They later found each other again as adults and got
married."

  "Sounds like a love at first sight thing." Kate whistled.  "Pretty romantic."

  Intrepid shrugged.  "Guess so.  Then there's my brother Alex, you've seen him.  So next is Evelyne..."

They were approaching a checkpoint, and Intrepid went silent, since
 he couldn't help but notice an uncanny similarity to Elistra.  A
concrete retaining wall, and behind of that a larger armored wall, rose
up from the street, artificially attached to the road surface with
visible clutch power nodes that ran along its length.

Intrepid looked around.  What was being held off?  Hidden?  Protected?
Contained?  The city around them, that they'd driven through meanwhile,
did look great like Skilled Honored Ninja said.  There were other cars
and people on the sidewalks, bright neon cafes populated even in the
night, and towering apartment complexes with clean, maintained
appearances.  The city looked normal, futuristic even.  But what was
kept behind the wall?  It wasn't very tall, but he couldn't see much
over it...

  "What's in there?" he asked Red as they pulled up
 to a gate.  Tiberius lowered a window for a pair of Nimbus Republic
guards, and he held out some sort of badge.  It worked, since gates
opened in both walls, and then they were through.

  Inside these walls, the city took on an ashen look.  Intrepid quickly figured out why he couldn't see anything over the wall.

  There was nothing to see over the wall.

  Apartment buildings lay crumbled at the roadside.

Intrepid and Kate had both been in their version of Nimbus City
only a day ago.  Here was a residential area, a place familiar to them,
lying in ruin.

  They were supposed to be strong buildings.
They were designed to be built up indefinitely, as the population
needed, thanks to new, innovative construction methods.  These buildings
 could withstand any weight, any force pushing them down.

All but one building lay in bombed out piles of rubble.  Only one
building's frame stood tall, skeletal, stripped bare from the explosion
that took out everything else.

 The bomb that had exploded had dropped right on top of that single
standing apartment building. It was a type of building that could withstand any
 downward force, but not a sideward force, so the explosion knocked down everything
else.  This carnage was their city.  This was where they lived.

  Red said solemnly, "This is where the Maelstrom targeted Nimbus City."

 A horrible thought crossed Intrepid's mind.  The single standing
apartment building, he recognized its approximate height, its position
against the seaboard.  That building was where they lived.  Intrepid
felt uneasy.  The horrible thought stirred.

  This wasn't just where the Maelstrom targeted Nimbus City.

*This is where the Maelstrom targeted* us, he thought.

  "This is where the Maelstrom targeted *us*." Kate said.

### Chapter 20

*Old Nimbus City*

*Future Dimension*

*Sometime late at night*

 The job of lugging The Ring twenty flights up rickety apartment stairs
was given to Jay and Katie.  Jay didn’t complain, not outwardly, since
he wasn’t a complainer, but guess who was a complainer, so despite
possessing qualities of superhuman dexterity and strength, many gripes
and grumbles were to be heard by the decuplet of transdimensional
travelers and Leek Works interns the entire twenty flights to the top
floor.

  “This is discrimination.” Katie protested on the fifteenth floor.

  Without missing a step from his side of The Ring, Jay facepalmed.  “Katie, you're being annoying.  Please stop.”

  “Hey, my brother speaks." his sister crowed.  "Don’t you wish we weren’t being abused for our abilities?”

  “I wish Intrepid was here,” Jay muttered.  “He’d turn off your voice box.”

 Katie gawked in mock abashment and at the sound of his name Intrepid
must have snapped out of some meditative state, since he'd been quiet
the entire way up.  “I’m here.”

  “Not you.” Jay told him.

  “The other you.” Katie corrected.  “And I’d never let him do it.”

 On the sixteenth landing, Intrepid paused to catch his breath.  The air
 was thin this high up, and not to mention chilled at both this time of
winter and this time of night.  Jay and Katie were already halfway past
the sixteenth floor.  They were the fastest up despite about a
hundred-fifty pounds of Nexus Force tech on their shoulders.  The others
 sort of made their way up in a disjointed line, also at various stages
of tired, except Tiberius who stayed with his car.  The building had an
elevator, but of course it didn’t work, or at least no one tried it.
And no one was going to.

 At this landing, there was one door that lead Intrepid to a
makeshift balcony.  One wall was blown out, reminding Intrepid of
Elistra.  The view, however, was no comparison.  From up here he could
see all of Nimbus City and across the Sea of Sharks to Nimbus Plaza.
That mainland didn't look set to change much in twenty years, Intrepid
noted.

*So where were we again?* wondered
Intrepid.  His backpack unslung and he knelt to rummage for his voice
recorder.  "It is.... 7:10 PM, local time." he recited.  "Intrepid's
log.  I'm in an alternate dimension of Nimbus Station.  Tiberius's
instructions lead through a spaceborne Maelstrom ambush and a detour
through two alternate dimensions of Elistra.  Kate is with me.  I've met
 up with Red."  *What else?*  "We're alive."  That was obvious.  "We are... we intend to make contact with home."

  He put the recorder away.  He heard footsteps behind him.

  "Hey." he greeted Red.  "Here to enjoy the sights too?"

  She stood with her arms folded over her chest, looking past him.  "I didn't think you were into sightseeing."

 "Same to you." Intrepid turned back towards the city, but tilted his
face to the ground.  He kicked a piece of rubble out the opening.

  "I just feel we should catch up." Red said.

  Intrepid looked up.  "I'm surprised you would say that.  There is definitely not a lot we know about each other."

  "No, there isn't.  How's your brother?"

 "Alex is good, last I heard from him." Intrepid answered.  "I was
following a lead, and trying to find my family." he told her, looking
back to the floor.  "Somehow, I ran into you.  And now Kate and I are
here.

  "I have to ask you," Intrepid segued, "do you
think our dimensions were the same, before we met each other?  Do you
think the same things that happened here, in your dimension, will happen
 to mine?"

  "I've charted a lot of dimensions," Red replied, "and there have always been slight historical differences. There's no reason to think your future will follow my past precisely, *especially* now that we've met."

 "I just wonder about my future." Intrepid explained, still inspecting
the floor.  "I just can't see myself in the future with Kate the way you
 implied.  Relationships, with anyone, aren't something I'm very
familiar with.  I'm kind of fifteen right now.  Also, if you don't mind
my asking, she dies?"

  Intrepid looked up to face Red, who stood next to him now.  "She's dead here." he repeated.  "Kate.  Your mom."

  Red sighed.  "She is.  It happened a long time ago.  I never knew her."

  Intrepid blinked.  "How did this affect your dad?"

 "I wouldn't know," Red told him.  "I have nothing to remember him from
before, but as far as I do remember we never bonded.  He was always off
on assignments for the Republic, so he was never around for me, but I
had others, my dad's friends.  Luke Mercury and Charles Bradfordson."

  "I know Luke." Intrepid said with a nod.  "Who's Charles Bradfordson?"

  Red stuffed her hands in her pockets.  "You know him better by his Nexus Force callsign, Gallant Strong Cyclone."

  "Yes, I do." Intrepid agreed, imitating the gesture.  "I'm... sorry, if my counterpart here... hasn't been there for you."

  "Don't be sorry for him, you're different people." Red told him.  "At least I know you, for what it's worth."

  Intrepid nodded.  "Will Kate die in my dimension too?"

 "There's reason to think not," Red clarified.  "My mom was smashed in
an attack from the Maelstrom dimension, the same one that tried to take
over your dimension's Avant City."

  "Avant Gardens."

 "Whatever.  That's a part of your dimension's history, but it's not in
mine.  I doubt, twenty years from now, they'd repeat what they already
did and attack your Nimbus City.  No, if anything they'd attack sooner."

  "Attack who, do you think?" Intrepid asked her.

  "Maybe some other dimension?" Red suggested with a shrug.  "Well, it's no longer Leek Work's responsbility right now.

  "I will tell you though," Red shifted slightly closer, and spoke
softer, "we're not the only body that's operating transdimensionally."

  "Oh?"

 "After Leek Works was conscripted by the Nexus Gov, we had some
deserters.  Luke Mercury," Red named, "and Callista Crateris.  His
wife.  They have two kids, you know by now.  Well, Luke left."

 "For shame." Intrepid lamented.  "Grand Masterly Shadow is probably my
best friend.  Although Cyclone, or Charles, was never in my Leek Works."

  "Maybe not yet." Red said with another shrug.  "Mara Handerson stayed, though.  She's married to my dad."

  "That's another name I don't know." Intrepid told her.

 "Mara?" Red shot him an odd glance.  "You know her.  Auburn hair.  Five
 foot seven."  Intrepid shook his head.  "She's Luke's cousin."

 "Oh, Mara Mercury."  An image of his brave fourteen year old, and
fairly short, teammate dawned on him, and Intrepid did a mental
faceaplm.  Putting two and two together should have been easier.  Then
he looked up, confused.  "Who's Handerson?"

  "Ray Handerson?"

  Intrepid aimed a finger into the skyline.  "I one-hundred percent do not know, in the life of me, a Ray Handerson."

  "Well, he's on Leek Work's memorial board.  Ray Handerson is a dead man."

  Intrepid shivered, and stuffed his hands back in his pockets.  "Sorry.  I didn't know."

  Red put her hands in her pockets too.  "He died at the same time as my mom.  I didn't know him either."

  "Think we'll meet him?  His counterpart in my dimension?" Intrepid suggested.

  "We?" Red repeated.  She shook her head.  "You might, maybe."

  Intrepid considered the moment.  "Suppose you'd want to come back with us?"

 Red turned away, and at the same time a gust of wind blew the hood of
her jacket to obscure the rest of her head from Intrepid, so he couldn't
 see the expression on her face.  "I have enough unfinished business
here.  Leek Works will get back on its feet and I'll be maneuvering
across the multiverse soon enough."

 Then she turned to him, pushed her hood out of the way, and gave
Intrepid what he thought was a genuine smile.  "I do appreciate the
sentiment, though.  We're good friends, you and I."  Then she walked back to the
corridor.

  Intrepid felt his conversation with Red was
over, but there was one last thing his mind begged him to ask.  It
concerned her identity.  The second time they had met, he'd given her
the name Red.  Now he wondered, if through some cosmic logic, it made
sense that since he named her, and in the future dimension she was his
counterpart's daughter, if Red was her actual name.

  Even
 though Red had turned to leave, Intrepid almost wanted to ask her the
odd question.  Everything about Red, how he knew her, and how he should
consider her, was shrouded in uncertainty.  Now he knew enough truth
about her, but he still wanted to learn more about her.  They seemed to
care about each other enough.

  How much did their life
really matter to each other, Intrepid wondered?  How much should Red
matter to him, he questioned?  She was like a friend, but barely so.
She was like family, but she wasn't.

  Intrepid's thoughts
 returned to his blood family.  The message he'd received from Tiberius
had been quite clear about where he needed to be.  But that could wait,
since now he had more pressing matters.

  He followed Red up the stairs.  Like always, she was as secretive as ever.  She would always be.

~-~-~-~-

 On the twentieth landing before the solitary door to the last apartment
 - in the same place as the apartment Intrepid, Luke, Mara, Cyclone,
Kate, and Tornado were crashing in back in their dimension - Intrepid
bumped into Kate.

  "There you two are," Kate greeted him
and Red.  She stood at the top of the landing, before the hatchway to
the roof, looking down at them where they stood.  She had a look in her
eyes that seemed to be scrutinizing them.  "So what's the deal with you
two?"

  "No comprendo?" Intrepid answered.

  "What do you mean?" Red asked.

  "I can sense there's something between you two." Kate said from the
 overlook.  She squinted at them in the darkness.  "There's something,
almost, similar?  Familiar?  Dare I say, familial in the way you both
are staring back at me right now."

  Intrepid glanced at
Red, and then he saw what Kate saw.  Intrepid had looked in a mirror
enough times to identify his face, or at least his own contemplative
expression, in Red as she stared up at Kate.  And Intrepid knew he wore
the same expression.

  "You two are definitely related,
because you have the same face." Kate concluded, bouncing back from the
railing and smiling triumphantly.  "I can't believe you didn't tell me
before, Intrepid.  What are you, brother and sister?"

  "No." Red answered.

  "Something like that." Intrepid said.

  "Cousins?  I know you have cousins, or a cousin, Intrepid." Kate prodded.  "You're cousins, I'm sure of it."

  "In a cosmic sense." Intrepid entertained her.  "Yeah, you'd have to label us cosmic cousins."

  "We have to meet someone." Red said suddenly.

  "What?" Intrepid turned back to her.  "We're meeting someone?  Who are we meeting?"

 Red meandered her way around fallen rubble to the apartment door.
"Remember I told you about the Leek Works deserters?"  Intrepid nodded.
 "We're meeting Charles Bradfordson."

  Kate bounced back to the railing.  "We're meeting Cyclone?!" she yelped.

 "A version of him." Red said.  She opened the metal apartment door, and
 immediately a gust of wind blew into the corridor from the other side.
 Kate vaulted down the stairs, while Intrepid figured out in his head
that one Cyclone or another must have told Kate his name some time or
another, and he too followed Red into the "apartment."

 Apartment was a sorry word to call this space that they entered.  There
 were no outer walls, and barely any beams supporting the roof over
their heads.  Nimbus City's skyline filled the distance like a mural
draped over the apartment's edges.

 Jay, Katie, Ben, and Ryder were inspecting the Ring in what was the
 apartment's bedroom, now no longer a seperate room since only beams
seperated it from the open space that was the living room.  Strange Odd
Shadow and Skilled Honored Ninja were off in a near corner, seated
around a table and playing cards.  Standing beyond them in the far
corner, staring towards the skyline in the same direction as Intrepid,
Kate, and Red, but with his back to the newcomers, was a man dressed in
undeniably gear based on that of a Paradox Space Maruader.

 A spiked Nexus Force helmet sat not between his broad shoulder guards,
but in a perch between his left arm and torso.  Where the Gallant Strong
 Cyclone tha Intrepid and Kate knew had his wavy brown hair, this man
wore a dark balaclava that obscured his head.  And when he turned around
 to face them, apart from his faction heritage, the only feature this
man shared, and barely so, with Gallant Strong Cyclone was their face.
Blue eyes, slender nose, subdued cheekbones and rounded jaw.  However in
 the last twenty years of this older Cyclone's life, he'd picked up
enough scars to rival a scratched record.  Each scar, no doubt, had a
song behind it.  The longest scar stretched from the top of his face to
under the cloth of his head covering, somewhere on his neck.

 So this was Charles Bradfordson, and Intrepid could only wonder what
troubles he had gone through.  Seeing him looking so worn, hardened by
battle and discord, triggered in Intrepid a selfish, self-preserving
hope that he wasn't on the other end of any of that hostility, from
between Charles and his counterpart to Charles and him.  After all, Red
had called him a Leek Works deserter....

 And Cyclone and Kate had been closer than Intrepid could ever
describe how he was trying to become with Kate.  But in the future
dimension, his counterpart and Kate had gotten married.  But that Kate
had died, and his counterpart was a reclusive weirdo.

Intrepid gulped.  That was just what Intrepid knew about him.  But what
other dark, dirty secrets did Charles know about the older Intrepid?
And what would Charles think about him?

  So
Intrepid wondered if he should start backing to the door, when Charles
Bradfordson began to approach them.  The first thing he said, "Hello,
Intrepid." was in a tone undescribable as hostile, maybe even friendly,
lukewarm at least, and Charles even nodded to him.  Awkwardly, Intrepid
forced himself to nod back, and allowed himself to relax somewhat.  So
this grizzled soldier that was old Cyclone wasn't about to smash him.
Good.

  But then Charles turned his eyes to Kate, and he quickened his pace until he was barely away from the girl.

 "Kate." Cyclone said her name.  He stood a few inches above her, aided
by his boots, so Kate stared up at his face and his parted lips, waiting
 for him to finish.  When he spoke, it was in a voice broken by
emotion.  "You don't know how good it is to see you again." he said.  He
 looked about ready to hug her.

  "I don't know," Kate said softly.  "What happened to you, Cyclone?"

 The older Cyclone smiled.  "I could look better, but I've been too busy
 fighting in the war we all had thought was over to get some plastic
surgery for my visage." he joked.  "The Maelstrom dimension is a
dangerous place, but someone's got to keep fighting."

Charles blinked, and then backed up from Kate.  He turned to the only
other friend in their group.  "It's good to see you too, Red." he
greeted her.  "How's your dad?"

  "The usual." Red spoke
up.  Charles nodded with some mutual understanding that made Intrepid
uneasy wondering about what trouble his counterpart was in.  But he
didn't have time to worry about it.

  "So I hear I'm wanted to track down a missing person?" Charles
asked, raising his arms to tap some buttons on the left wrist of his
suit.  Intrepid could see it had been outfitted with additional armor,
hydraulic assists, rocket boosters, and all sorts of modern, futuristic
tech that no doubt assisted with transdimensional maneuvering.

 Kate's eyes widened.  "Oh, please." she begged.  "I wouldn't live with
myself if anything happened to the Cyclone who got brought here.  He
would have been smashed otherwise, but we saved him, but now he's
disappeared."

  Charles nodded grimly.  "I know where he
is.  I've been monitoring the communications channels in the Maelstrom
Dimension, the one where they control practically the entire universe,
and they're trying to reach their shadowy tendrils into other
dimensions... I'm sure Red's told you about it."

  "I have." Red affirmed.

  "Do you have your own transdimensional organization?" Intrepid asked.

 "I work by myself," Charles chuckled, "but the only other one would be
Luke Mercury's, and it's barely more an organization than what I do.
Sometimes we collaborate.  It's good to have help from time to time, and
 a safe house to come back to after any particularly bad encounters."
He smiled at Red.  "Leek Works, and by their name I mean this girl in
particular has been most hospitable.  It's only right that I pay her
back when she asks."

  "So you'll rescue Cyclone?" Kate exclaimed.

 "I will try." Charles said gravely.  "He's in the most secure place in
the universe, the center of the Maelstrom Vortex, in the headquarters of
 the First Darkitect.  If my info is up to date, which I'm sure it is,
he is set to meet with all the Darkitects very soon, possibly even now."

  "Darkitects, plural?" Intrepid repeated.

 "An entire universe is a big place," Charles said.  "Even a dark master
 like the Baron needs to appoint powerful lieutenants to oversee his
kingdom.  I've never dueled underlings like the Four Darkitects before."

 Out of the corner of his eye Intrepid saw Ben waving to him from
where the boy and the Figdroids were messing with the ring shaped device
 that was supposed to, at least, open a communications channel with
their dimension's Leek Works, and if possible actually get back there.

  "What's up?" Intrepid headed over to them.

  "Do you know how to activate this thing?" Jay asked.

  "You think I'd know?" Intrepid asked back.

 "Don't worry," Katie said, "he's just mixing you up with someone else
who has the same name and is way more knowledgable about these things."

 Intrepid folded his arms, offended. "Did you check the instructions?"
he suggested.  "Read the manual?  Call tech support?"  He stepped over
to what looked like a blank panel, with a large black outline.

  "We have, like, none of those things." Katie said.

 Intrepid hovered his hand over the panel and it proceeded to flip
around, revealing an array of buttons.  "Hmmm."  He pointed a finger at a
 particularly red colored button labeled **Activate**.  A light behind it pulsed

  "I don't think it's a good idea to press that right now." Jay cautioned.

  "Why not?" Intrepid's finger was poised to do just that.

  "Something might happen."

  "Good." Intrepid said with a nod.  "I want something to happen."  He pressed the button,

There was a loud, hollow, ear-popping *BOOM* and then a gigantic blue portal appeared within the diameter of the Ring device.

 Intrepid reached into his backpack, found a transmitter, and tossed it
in.  Then he grabbed his I-Brick, aimed it into the portal, and tried
pinging the transmitter.

  Jay and Katie, who had ran for cover, now watched in interest.  "Well?" Katie asked.

  "This portal leads to somewhere," Intrepid reported, "but where exactly, I'm trying to figure it out-"

 Suddenly a duck fell out of the portal.  Intrepid jumped as it flopped
around on the floor, quacking and hissing and flapping its three-foot
wingspan all over the place.  As soon as it righted itself, it began..
..to speak???

 While Intrepid and the Figdroids chased the duck, Charles
Bradfordson paid them little more than an uninterested glance, before he
 continued to speak again with Kate and Red.

  "I have the
 coordinates for the asteroid in the Maelstrom Vortex where your Cyclone
 is being held."  Charles outlined his plan.  "Once there I can get in,
get him, and get out."  He entered another series of commands into his
suit's hologram controls projected from his wrist, a diagnostic test
over its systems: Transdimensional drive, ready.  Stealth generator,
ready.  Motor-assist system, online.  Temperature stabilization,
functioning.

  "You're going alone?" Kate asked while Charles's suit computer chirped off the list of affirmatives.

 "The Maelstrom Dimension is a dangerous environment." Charles excused
himself.  "It's better if no one comes with me, so I can focus all I
have on rescuing your Cyclone - and keeping both of us alive."  Kate
stared back at him intensely enough that Charles lost his focus for a
second.  In his vision, everything around her seemed hazy - he blinked
to clear it.  A persistent beeping was coming from his suit, three beeps
 a long one, a pause, and repeated.  He looked down at the hologram
projected from his wrist to see the diagnostics report.

  "It's just the perimeter radar system..." Charles read.  "It's been on and off since I got jumped last."

  Kate cracked her knuckles.  "It sounds to me like you could use another pair of eyes."

  "It's too dangerous." Charles said quickly.  He almost added *for you*.  "For anyone, who doesn't know what it's like, what you'd be getting into in the Maelstrom Dimension.

 "I'm sorry," he added, and he hoped he looked like he genuinely meant
it, "but to be frank, anyone else coming with me would just slow me down
 keeping them safe."

  Kate made a disgruntled grimace,
unimpressed.  "I can handle surprises." she said, but she knew there was
 no point.  Charles had made his point, she was staying here, and he was
 set in his decision.

  Charles turned around, away from Kate, and began inputting
the lost Cyclone's coordinates into his transdimensional drive.  As for
Kate's last sentence, *"I can handle surprises,"* Charles had a response, but it was a response, he knew, that was best left unsaid.

*I wish you could*.
 he thought.  He realized he was more saddened than joyful by this
encounter.  The last time he had talked to a woman named Kate, fouteen
years ago, they hadn't parted on good terms.

  He didn't want that to happen again.  Charles put on his helmet.

 Then the drive fired, and he was whisked into a space that was
emotionless, numb, cold, incomprehensible.  Charles felt a tugging in
his chest, like a fish hook had latched on to drag him to his
destination.  His vision, entirely black, began to filter in specks of
information, pinhole-amounts at a time.  A final, spine-compressing
shockwave against his back threw him out into the air, but his suit's
gyrotech kept him oriened to impact feetfirst on a flat, rocky surface.

 Charles gasped and inhaled the air as much as he could - it was thin
and his suit had to compess it for him to breathe.  He looked ahead.
The ground stretched out flat like marble, smoothed by a thin layer of
dust covering it, constantly supplied and flattened by the whirling dust
 in the air being pushed down by atmospheric pressure.  The ground
continued up to a large cliff-face with an archway carved into its
center.

  Charles took a look behind him.  There was only a
 dropoff of several hundred feet down another cliff, into space - into
the swirling gases and nebula of the Maelstrom Vortex.  But in this
dimension, its spinning arms stretched far beyond the outer edge of the
Nimbus System, deep into space, and provided a direct connection with
other planets and star systems.  Rumor had it, some sort of
teleportative transportation was possible through the Vortex's arms,
which only Maelstrom beings could use.  It could transport bodies, but
not souls.

  Charles didn't have the time to look at it any longer.  A beeping
in his helmet's earpiece informed him that his target was five miles
beyond the archway, far inside a cave network that tunneled deep into
the asteroid he stood upon.  There was the Cyclone he was rescuing, well
 in the grasp of a beast called the Maelstrom.

  Charles
steeled himself.  He thought a specific keyphrase, a word with meaning
especially to himself, although an informed person could figure its
backstory - *KeenCarefreeBrouhaha* - and then an automated lady's voice in his helmet confirmed, "Thought commands enabled."

  Charles nodded and crouched down.  *Alright,* he concentrated, *enable stealth.*
 He promptly disappeared from even his own view, and anyone else's.
Only through his visor could he see an illuminated outline illustrating
the positions of his limbs to him.  He took a deep breath.  *Charge the Intramural Jumper*.

  His suit whirred.  "Four jumps available." his automated assistant intoned.

*I'll make them count,*
 Charles assured them both.  His tracker beeped more urgently, his
target was being moved.  Charles took another deep breath, and then
thought, *Jump*.

  He was yanked across space, his
only trace, his bootprints on the dusty ground, was quickly covered by
dust from the air, to become uniform with the ground around it.

 Charles was reconstituted inside a small antechamber, looking into a
cavernous chamber.  The roof of the latter, shrouded in dark shadows,
was a hundred feet up.  The far wall was even farther away, but through
the doorway Charles could see some figures.  His visor enhanced the
image, and Charles blanched as he recognized the first figure.

*Demonstrait.*

  And next to him,

*Me...* Charles realized.  *As a Stromling.*

 And beyond them, an imposing presence larger than any minifigure.
Charles didn't need to think his name.  He knew who the Darkitect was.

 Composing himself, Charles concentrated on his suit again.  *Charge the Intramural Jumper,* he instructed.  The suit whirred.

  "Three jumps available," the computer informed him, and Charles thought, *Jump*.

  With a concussive yank he was teletransported into the chamber, and suddenly he was staring into the face of Duke Exeter.

 Luckily his suit muffled his gasp, and the twitching motion that
Charles witnessed in the Duke's eyes was not in response to his sudden
arrival exactly a foot from the former Sentinel leader, rather it was
just the way his eyes moved involuntarily when their nerves coursed with
 Maelstrom.

  While the being who Charles faced right now
was recognizable as Duke Exeter, he could no longer be called Duke
Exeter.  He did not share his mission, his purpose, or even his faction
anymore for there was no Sentinel faction in this dimension anymore.
Only some parts of the Duke's face were shared between the man this
Stromling used to be and the Stromling he was now.

*Not Stromling*, Charles corrected himself.  *Fourth Darkitect.*

 While the brashest and the bravest, Duke Exeter did not have strong
Maelstrom qualities, so he was only the fourth most powerful of the
Baron's four servants.  Albert Overbuild's inventiveness was more
corruptable, as was Hael Storm's fearlessness.

  But most
powerful of the Four Darkitects was Vanda Darkflame, who in her prior
lifetime had delved deeper into Maelstrom than any of the other Faction
Leaders dared.

  And it was Vanda who detected Charles's presence first.

 His suit reacted faster than Charles could have, forcing his knees to
bend to their full degree and dropping his upper body, right before
Vanda's katanas sliced through the air where his waist had been - they
would have cut him like butter.  He gasped, and again his suit continued
 to guide him to safety.  It twisted him around and activating his jet
boosters, launching him into a flying course straight towards his
infected, twenty-two years younger counterpart.

 "I got you!" Charles shouted as he wrapped his arms around Cyclone,
 pulling him down with him into a roll.  Cyclone responded just by
screaming, since to him he had effectively been tackled and now an
unseen force was spinning him along the ground.

  Bullets
began to ping off the ground around the rolling Cyclones.  A hail of
invisible projectiles sparked off Charles's shoulder armor, fired from
the revolver of Hael Storm.  His HUD informed him that all four former
faction leaders were chasing and gaining on them.  Demonstrait was not
to be seen.

*Intramural jump!* Charles thought-commanded the suit computer.

  "Two jumps availa-"

*JUMP!!!!!* Charles screamed in his head.

 He wrapped his arms around his Stromling self as tightly as he could,
and they were whisked into another room entirely.  This time they fell
from a considerable height, and Charles positioned himself so he would
hit the ground first - his suit would absorb the impact.  They hit the
rock, and the impact knocked out Charles's cloak.  Suddenly he was
visible.

  He lay gasping for a second, before scrambling to his feet and pulling up Cyclone with him.

  "Who are you?" Cyclone found his breath to shout.

 "Someone I hope you'll never be." Charles muttered.  He said in a
louder voice, only slightly distorted through his helmet, "I'm rescuing
you.  Duck."

  "Duck?" Cyclone repeated.  He looked around but didn't see any ducks.

  "Behind me, now!"

 Charles yanked Cyclone behind his back, at the same time that he saw
the platoon of Stromling Spiderlings skittering towards them.  Behind
them, over a long paved floor, the room's dimensions opened up into a
hanger.  The hanger doors were currently open, with only an atmospheric
shield spread over the large opening seperating them from the harsh,
dusty world that was the surface of the planetoid.

 Charles pointed his right arm forwards and blaster nozzles popped
out over his wrist.  He squeezed his fingers into a fist and unleashed a
 stream of ammunition towards the approaching Spiders.  They were easy
targets since they were attacking head on - the closest Spiderlings were
 smashed immediately, and the ones behind them had the sense to start
weaving.

  "Take this." Charles grabbed a laser pistol from his hip and pushed it to Cyclone.  "Find something for us to steal."

  "What?"

  "We're in a hanger!  Find a ship!"  He adjusted his aim and eliminated an entire row of Spiderlings.

 Balancing the gun in his hands, Cyclone darted behind some metal
crates, barrels, and tanks he pretended weren't full of fuel at the
moment - and looking ahead he saw the nearest one in a line of Nexus
Force class jet aerospacecraft.  They were all infected, of course, but
Cyclone hoped they retained basic controls since they were his and his
rescuer's ride out.

  Most of the Stromlings in the hanger
 had ran off at the sound of battle, either to fight or to get to a comm
 panel, but a Stromling mechanic remained working on the nearest ship.
Cyclone took a deep breath, then ran out from his cover and shashed the
Stromling with a single blast from the gun.  Since the mechanic had been
 working on the first fighter, Cyclone skipped it and went to the next
one, which after a quick once-over looked as good as a fully working
one.  He grabbed onto its wing and pulled himself into the cockpit,
shutting the glass and flipping every switch on the startup panel.

 The fighter powered on, lights first, and then a low humming began to
drone louder and louder.  Cyclone grabbed the control stick and began to
 angle the fighter towards the exit.  As he did, a loud clanking filled
the hanger, and then a shadow began to expand over the hanger's end.  To
 Cyclone's dismay, the Stromlings were closing the hanger doors.

  Cyclone placed his hands over the triggers for the weapons.  Now he would have to use them.

  Squeezing the triggers, Cyclone fired a series of missiles to the
sides of the doors.  Panels were blasted off the walls and the door
gears and mechanisms were disrupted by the explosions of the missiles.
The doors stopped closing.

  Cyclone noticed, however,
that a shadow continued to grow over the entrance.  He blinked a few
times and moved his head to get a 3D image, and then he realized the
source of the shadow was behind him.

  Before he turned around, he also realized the shadow was minifigure shaped.

 Cyclone turned around and his jaw dropped at the sight he beheld.  An
army of various Maelstrom, infected soldiers this time with Mechs and
Ape support, wasn't the most imposing presence entering through the back
 of the hanger.  It was the levitating man flying above them all, violet
 and purple arcs and waves of lightning coursing from and around a
spherical shield he had projected around him.  The man wore a long cape
over a dark vest and breeches, and a long beard that would otherwise
drape from his elderly face's chin hovered as if filled with static
electricity - it probably was filled with some energy.

  There was a loud *womp* and then Charles appeared in the seat behind Cyclone.

  "Why are we pointing towards them?!" Charles screamed.  "Get us out of here!"

 Cyclone threw the control stick to the side, pointing their fighter
back to the exit.  "Who is that?" he exclaimed as he engaged the
thrust.  The fighter began to accelerate down the long hanger, picking
up speed and soon it was a streak careening across the tiled length.
Cyclone didn't dare pick up air, since he just noticed that the hanger
doors, which shut from the ceiling, were quite low and now he doubted if
 their plane would fit.

  They were almost upon the
opening, when suddenly the doors fell down the rest of the way.  Cyclone
 and Charles screamed before the impact simultaneously, before their jet
 punched through the doors anyway and they had escaped.

  In unison, cyclone and Charles sighed in relief.  Their jet was on a
 straight course into the sky, at a maximum velocity of some several
times the speed of sound, and the Darkitect's Vortex Planetoid was
fading fast in the clouds in their rearview mirror.  They had escaped.

  "Now I can tell you who was that man." Charles said, relieved.

  "Who was that man?" Cyclone asked.

  "I'm about to tell you, it's-"

  He was interrupted by a loud *clang* from behind and then their jet's engine cut out.  That was followed by a *bang*
 from the front of the jet - the flying man had landed on their
windshield!  The whipping wind distorted his hair and skin, and his long
 beard stretched like a web over the glass.  His hands on his arms
stretched wide, which gripped the jet's metal body like magnets, began
to glow electrically.

  "--STRANGE ODD SHADOW!!!" Charles
finished, just as their aircraft was about to explode from the power of
the Peculiar Enchanter.

  Cyclone felt Charles grabbing
him, perhaps a gesture of camaraderieship - but it was just to keep them
 connected as Charles activated his Transdimensional Jumper, which had
been charging in the past five minutes they had been trying to escape.
In an instant Charles and Cyclone were yanked out of the Maelstrom
Dimension, went through the breathless void of Unverse, and then
reappeared atop a skyscraper in a nighttime city.

Cyclone heard his voice being called.  "What?" he responded in a voice
that became an inadvertent shout - his arms, which he could barely feel,
 flapped numbly on the ground which he lay as he tried to cover his
ears.  His ears rang from the Unverse experience, and were obviously out
 of whack.

  "Try not to talk," Charles's voice advised
him.  "It takes a few more trips to get used to transdimensional
travel.  You'll be fine."

  Cyclone still couldn't see
anything through his eyes, which he blinked to no effect.  So he lay
back and just breathed, which he hoped he was even still capable of
doing.

 === Chapter 21 ===

    A boy cracked his knuckles as he faced the ring shaped apparatus once
again.  "Alright." Intrepid said.  "We threw the duck back in.  Now
let's do something useful with this."

  "You can have this
 junk back now." Katie said, from behind the control panel of the Ring
device.  She threw a brick at Intrepid that would have barely missed his
 head, but he sidestepped anyway.  The Ring had analyzed the brick, from
 Intrepid's backpack, to determine its original dimension.  Once it had
created a visualization of Intrepid's Nimbus Station, Ben had programmed
 the Ring device to open a low level rift straight into Intrepid's
Nimbus City apartment.  Now Ben stood near the Ring's power cells,
watching the levels and making sure nothing was going to overload.  The
portal to "The Ducks Dimension," as Strange Odd Shadow had called it (or
 had he said Duckz?), had been a fully fledged Transdimensional Travel
Portal capable of taking people, or ducks.  But sustaining it had nearly
 taken out the Ring device in a fantastic explosion that they barely
stopped.

*It's not junk*, Intrepid complained to
himself, not to suffice Katie.  He wondered if he'd ever find the
patience to deal with them.  Katie, at least, was the more annoying of
the Figdroids duo, and Jay was sarcastically pessimistic.

 "Well let's do this." Intrepid said.  Katie threw a switch, then
grabbed Jay by the arm and ran over to Intrepid's side of the ring when
another portal opened up.  The portal had a rippled surface, a distorted
 effect like light passing between air and water - but the picture it
displayed was as familiar to Intrepid as if he'd been there yesterday.
He had been, in fact.  It was his apartment in his Nimbus City for sure,
 specifically the bedroom, and in it stood a brown haired boy, dressed
in his casuals, facing away.

  But at the soft, rumbling
sound emanating from the portal, he turned around and faced the rift,
and the people through it.  His jaw dropped.

  "Cyclone!" Intrepid called.

  Someone shouted, "WHAT?!" in response but it wasn't through the
portal, which proceeded to collapse on itself with a brilliant flash of
light.  Intrepid barely shielded his eyes with his arms, and was
temporarily blinded, even after the light had faded as quickly as it had
 appeared.  He waved his arms, unseeing.  "BEN!" he exclaimed.  "What
happened?!"

  "The power levels were normal." Ben reported.

 Jay and Katie returned to the other side.  "Something disrupted the
connection, is all." Jay said, interfaced with the device's computer.
"Some instability in Unverse."

  Intrepid rubbed his
eyes.  "Try again." he said, and he turned around while the Figdroids
and Ben set to priming the Ring again.

  "Oh, he's back."
Intrepid said of Stromling Cyclone, who now lay on the floor between
Charles and Kate, the former crouched and the latter kneeling beside
him.  Kate was stroking his violet streaked hair, and his face, and
asking him, "Are you alright?"

*We're totally meant to be.*  Intrepid grumbled.  *I just want to get back to family - Luke, Mara, Alex - all of them.*

*And Red*.
 She tapped his shoulder.  "The portal's open again." she said.
Intrepid faced it.  Cyclone was back barely, as now Grand Masterly
Shadow and Elite Distant Tofu stood in front of him, blocking the view
as they leaned close to the rift.  The distortion effect served to
enlarge their faces, making Mara look especially gawky.

  "Can you hear me?" Intrepid called.

  "OW!" Mara screamed, falling back into Luke's arms.  "No need to shout, Intrepido."

 "Great." Intrepid said.  "We're trying to come back."  He turned to the
 Figdroids, as if they were experts on the matter.  "Can we walk through
 this portal?"

  Katie looked back over Intrepid's shoulder, and asked Red, "Can we walk through this portal?"

  "Tou·ché." Jay said.

 From the other end, Mara threw a landline handset at them.  Intrepid
ducked, but as soon as it touched the threshold it vanished into
oblivion.

  "You can step through the portal," Red warned, "but only if you want to get lost in Unverse."

  "Where were you when we needed tech support?" Katie asked.

  "Watching," Red said uselessly, folding her arms, "and waiting."

  "Enough of this." Intrepid said.  "We need to think."

  "I'm thinking a million exabytes a second." Jay said.

 Cyclone pushed Luke and Mara out of the way.  "There's another Ring
device in our Nexus Tower." he suggested.  "The Faction Leaders used it
for Kate and me, when we needed merging with our Nexus duplicates.  It
might work as an exit point, if you try remotely activating it."

  "Think it'll work?" Intrepid asked Red.

  "Try it." was her response.

  Jay made the adjustments, and nodded to Intrepid when he was ready dial in the other Ring.

  "Any idea where the Ring is?" Intrepid asked.

 "It was in Overbuild's Office, last I saw it." Cyclone said.  His voice
 was becoming slightly garbled as their connection depreciated.  It
showed in the picture's edges.  Luke and Mara started looking
particularly stretched in certain places, and squeezed in others.  Katie
 suppressed a giggle.  "It could be in storage for all I know."

 "We'll find out." Intrepid said.  "Thanks."  He considered for a
moment, not yet giving Jay the go-ahead.  He looked around, at everyone
around.  Red stood next to him, but she wasn't coming.  Kate, Charles
Bradfordson, and Stromling Cyclone had made a small group behind him.
Ben and the Figdroids had ambled over to face the portal, and the odd
Allison Ryder had approached from the sidelines.

*There are too many people.* Intrepid thought.  "We'll talk later." he said to his Cyclone, who nodded.  "We have a lot of things to figure out."

  He knew Cyclone was regarding his Stromling self.  "I see." he said.  "I'll send word to Rover to meet you at Nexus Tower."

 "Sounds good.  Over and out."  Intrepid saluted, Kate waved, Mara and
Luke waved enthusiastically back, and Cyclone just raised a hand when
Jay flipped the switch.

  As the portal cut out, then reappeared to show a different image,
this time of a brightly lit, white and blue room in the midst of Nexus
Tower, bustling with tourists, traders, soldiers, and guards who all
stopped to stare at the hole in space that had appeared in the Nexus
Force's most secure structure, Intrepid gestured his friends and allies
forwards.  Skilled Honored Ninja grinned and tossed a stinky fish into
the crowd, sending a lot of them of them running away screaming at its
smell attached itself to their running forms.  He grinned at Strange Odd
 Shadow.  "I've wanted to do that since the war ended.  May the best
janitor cleant hem up first."  Then he jumped into the portal, followed
by he Assembly Engineer.

  "You better get me back to my
dimension!" the Engineer shouted before he passed through the brink.  He
 exited on the other side as Skilled Honored Ninja and the stinky fish
had, complete and unharmed.

  "Who's coming?" intrepid asked.

 "I'll be leaving for an undisclosed location." Charles said.  "My favor
 to you is complete."  He handed Red a pad, with some address on it.
"If you could send some power cells to this address, I'll pick them up
when I see fit."  She took it, shook Charles's hand, and then the man
disappeared down the stairs.

  Kate took Stromling Cyclone's hand.  "They can disinfect you there." she told him, and they jumped through the portal next.

 "We've got work here." Jay excused himself and Katie.  "Glad we could
help.  Maybe you'll see us again.  Come on, Ben."  They all followed
Charles out the apartment's doorway, and Intrepid could hear their feet
clunking heavily, metallically, for several floors down.

  The last Intrepid saw of people jumping across dimensions, it was Allison Ryder, a mysterious girl, stepping through.

  Then it was just him and Red left.

 "So I guess this is goodbye." he said to her.  Intrepid let a puzzled
expression crossed his face.  "Is there nothing more you can tell me
about what we're getting into?"

  "Can you tell me about Ben, and Allison Ryder?" Intrepid asked.

 Red shrugged.  "I know a stud's worth about Ryder, where she comes
from, or what she's been doing here.  As for Ben, he's your son."

  "The-- what?" Intrepid shook his head in disbelief.

  "Son-in-law," she corrected.  "From another mother.  I won't tell you anymore."

  "Gee golly." Intrepid scratched his head.

 "There are more important matters." Red shot hotly, startling Intrepid
at her sudden boldness.  She took a second, and then softer, she began
to preface, "You had told me, at the Base Camp this morning, that you'd
seen me when you were at Elistra." Red reminded him.  "I denied being
there."

  She looked him dead-on.  "There are dangerous
forces at play here, Intrepid." she warned him.  "Infiltrators and
saboteurs, from the Maelstrom Dimension, are working to alter the
futures of the other, relatively speaking, past dimensions.  Yours was a
 target, but we stopped them.  The second dimension, where you picked up
 Strange Odd Shadow, is still at risk."

  "That's why you were there." Intrepid realized.

 "I was chasing Luke Mercury's kids." Red retorted.  "They've been
caught up in something naughty, but not necessarily malicious.  I don't
know what.  But Intrepid," she gave him the death-stare again, "whoever
you saw on Elistra, it wasn't me."

  "It was dark." Intrepid recalled.  A chill went down his back.  He had *thought* it was Red, but it could have been anyone.

 "You could have met..." Red tossed her head.  "I don't know.  But watch
 yourself.  Watch your back, everyone's backs.  A lot of people are in
your responsibility, now.  Leek Works, as a transdimensional agency, is
out of action now, so there'll be limited to no help from us.  It was a
miracle I got Charles to help the way he did."

  "We're on our own." Intrepid translated, and Red nodded.  He nodded too.  "I got it." he said.

  "Your future should be your own." Red said, taking a step back.  "Do your best to keep it that way."

  Intrepid backed towards the Ring.  He felt the portal's warmth
behind him, but his eyes stayed on Red.  "Hope to see you later." he
called.

  "Live to fight another day." she responded.

 Intrepid fell into the portal.  The warmth gave way to a chill as he
was surrounded, for an instant, the cold grasp of Unverse.  Then he was
in another dimension.  Nexus Tower's bright lights washed down from the
ceiling and reflected off the walls.  Intrepid found this version of the
 Ring's controls, and with a yank he pulled a shutoff lever.  The portal
 was terminated, and then rough hands grabbed him around the shoulders.

 "Hey!" Intrepid whirled around, finding himself face to face with an
Assembly grunt.  Orange lining on the walls and the triangle shaped
Assembly faction logos adorning every pillar told him he was in an
Assembly floor - right outside the office of Albert Overbuild, perhaps!
 And of course the presence of Assembly grunts made it obvious.  A small
 band of three surrounded his party, with reinforcements approaching
from the hallways.  Thankfully their spears were pointed at the
ceiling.  But even with the rest of their faces obscured by their
visors, their mouths looked troubled none the less.

  "How did you get in here?" the grunt holding Intrepid demanded.  "This is a secure area."

 Intrepid made a show of looking around at the fifty or so multi-faction
 minifigures standing about, watching the commotion.  Some were still
trying to wipe the stench of Stinky Fish off their clothes and selves.
"Looks secure to me." Intrepid said.

  "You're not a member of any faction." the grunt responded.

  Strange Odd Shadow stepped forward.  "I am Assembly, good sir." he said.

 "And I'm Sentinel." Skilled Honored Ninja said.  He puffed his chest.
"And I'm, like, way more skilled than any soldier any of you have ever
seen."

  "There's a Stromling with you." another grunt said, pointing at Stromling Cyclone.

  "You're going to disinfect him." Kate said firmly.

  "You're in no position to order us!" the third grunt griped.  "You
six just broke into Nexus Tower and no one knows where you came from!"

 Intrepid opened his mouth to speak, but then another voice pierced the
hubbub of the curious minifigures that crowded around them, and that
voice also got the attention of the Assembly grunts.  The crowd quieted,
 and they all looked towards its source as a young woman dressed in
Assembly Summoner gear strided towards them, her hand held in the air
authoratively.

  "You can unhand him, Miles." the girl
ordered.  "The boy, with black hair- but why am I describing him?  You
know who you're holding!"  Intrepid felt the Assembly grunt, Miles, let
go of him.  He looked around, and saw that the other grunts had slunk
back under her authority.  Was she important here, or just well-known?

 "I'm here with Cheerful Power Rover and some of his pals."  She was
finally in hand-shaking distance to Miles and Intrepid, and after
smiling at Miles she grabbed Intrepid's arm and shook it fervently.
"I'm sure you know Sergeant Ghost Mustache.  He's been searching for you
 in the Sentinel Room, and Rover in the Venture hallway.  I ought to
call them and let them know I found you first."

  "Yeah,
probably." Intrepid managed to say.  "We know Sergeant, and Rover."  He
was still surprised by this girl's sudden rescue of them.  "Who are the
others?  And," he facepalmed, and quickly before she could answer, he
added the correct question, "who are you?"

  The girl
grinned, took off her helmet, and tossed her head.  She had brown hair
and green eyes, and stood around Intrepid's height.  "Me?  Here's my
Nexus Force designation: Epic Fivestar Empanada.  Rank Three Engineer
mainly, but I've got kits for all the classes.  You can call me Jonna.
Did I hear you wanted to get someone disinfected?" She noticed Stromling
 Cyclone.  "Him?"

  Intrepid nodded.  "You got it..." was all he said.

  Jonna looked serious.  "We'd best get him to the Sentinel medbay immediately."

### Chapter 22

Meanwhile, in someplace else entirely:

Screams reverberating down the halls
of the military hospital in Nimbus Station - they sent chills spinning across
Edgar’s body, as if icicles had formed on his back. A cold sweat had fostered
on his forehead since he’d arrived at the hospital, with the girl who now lay
on the hospital gurney. He watched, and she twitched and writhed in resistance
to the dark energy coursing through her, to no avail. Evelyne, Intrepid’s
sister, had been entrusted in his care. Before, Edgar had been proud of his
friend, and happy to picture him and his traits, courage, determination, and
fearlessness, for he saw them in his teammate’s sister. But now when Edgar
pictured her brother in his head, he only saw his shock, his disappointment,
and his sadness – Edgar shared all these negative thoughts, and one more:
failure, because he had failed to keep her safe.

Not that there was anything he could have done.

“Is
there anything I can do?” Edgar pleaded to the team of Nexus Force medics who
finally made their way to Evelyne’s gurney. One look at her symptoms prompted
the lead doctor to point to a set of double doors: urgent care.

As she was wheeled out of Edgar’s grasp, the doctor turned to him, shook his
head, and had one word for the broken man.

“Pray.”

He left Edgar in the lobby, sealed off through those white double doors. But
Edgar could still hear Evelyne’s cries in his recent memories, and he could
feel her pain through the wave of defeat that hit him like a knockout punch
now. He slumped against the wall, falling to a seated position not even near
the chairs. He buried his face in his hands, he prayed, and he wondered.

*Was there anything I could have done?*

\*\*\*\*\*

Present
Dimension;

Nimbus
Station;

An hour
earlier:

“So,
what would you like to do?”

Over
the chrome-edged, red plastic diner table, Edgar posed the question to his
young companion. She looked up from her drink to respond, not immediately,
since there was still a straw between her mouth and the gradually lowering surface
of soda in her glass. Edgar smiled.

“Hm?”
she murmured, letting go of the straw. “Well,” Evelyne admitted, stretching and
extending her arms to crack her knuckles, “I’d like to see my family.”

An
involuntary lump formed in Edgar’s neck, and he swallowed nervously. Evelyne
must have noticed, since she gave him a perplexed look. “Sorry,” Edgar said,
then he looked down and coughed. “Must’ve, ack, breathed in some of that, ah,”
he stared at his plate, “macaroni.” He raised a hand. “Give me a second.”

What
could he tell her? Intrepid’s teammates, and Gallant Strong Cyclone, had
visited him on Elistra not twenty-four hours ago, for the exact purpose of
finding Intrepid’s missing family. And in a year before that, before Edgar had
set up his Elistran dojo, he himself had traveled with Intrepid and small band
of Nexus Forcers, to do the same thing. But they had been too late.

Edgar
remembered the names of his teammates, fallen and not. Their handsome pilot
Quinn, and dashing fighter Hazel. The battle had been disastrous, and he hated
to think about it. For the longest time, he’d thought Intrepid and Alex had
smashed as well, but then one day Alex turned up. A year later, Intrepid
stepped through his dojo’s front door.

But
that was just the two brothers. Edgar gulped as he thought of how to tell
Evelyne that they were the only members of her family left.

Although, he realized, Evelyne herself had been suspected smashed. But here she
was, alive and breathing.

“Intrepid’s
away.” Edgar told her, and she looked back at her glass, obviously crestfallen.
“On a mission,” he added quickly, “I’m sure he’ll be back soon. In fact those
were his teammates you met, Mara and Luke. A funny bunch, aren’t they? I just
met them myself.”

“He
always hung out with the strangest people,” Evelyne reminisced, still looking
down, “when he socialized at all. I saw Mara and Luke had each other, but that
means my brother’s alone, right?”

“I
think he was with another teammate.” Edgar said. “And I’ve seen him hold his
own in some very, *very* bad fights. If there’s anyone I know who can take
care of himself, it’s your brother.”

Evelyne
looked up. “Do you have any pictures of him?”

Edgar
tried not to look taken aback. “I don’t, in fact, I’m afraid. I’m sorry....” he
looked back Evelyne, and then his eyes fell on a newspaper article pinned to a
corkboard in the diner’s opposite wall. “Excuse me.” He stood up and made his
way down the aisle, past the line of other tables that were both occupied and
empty, until he reached the newspaper. Something on it had caught his eye, or
more specifically, someone.

“**Wanted for questioning.”**
read the front page title, and under the byline was a picture, three pictures
in fact arranged next to each other. They were taken from security camera
footage from a local Nexus Force Correctional Facility, and having just seen
two of the persons pictured, and knowing the third, Edgar easily recognized the
blurry faces as those of Luke, Mara, and Intrepid.

Smiling, Edgar brought the newspaper back to Evelyne, who grabbed it with
interest. “There you go.” he said.

Evelyne
smirked as she read the details. “My brother,” she began, “is an idiot. Just
read about this, one hundred percent crazy, stunt he pulled off – breaking into
a jail? Breaking a prisoner out? Escaping through the cafeteria windows?”

“With
all our facial recognition technology,” Edgar pondered, “it’s amazing they
haven’t pinned them down yet. Although knowing them, they’ve probably purged
all their records from the system to be safe. And it’s worked.”

“I hope
he’s safe.” Evelyne said quietly, putting the newspaper down with a far away
look in her eyes. As she did, Edgar noticed a stain on her sweatshirt. It
looked like nothing more than a stain, at first, but he blinked and suddenly it
stood out to him.

He
leaned over the table for a closer look, and Evelyne noticed him staring.
“What?” she asked.

Edgar
raised a finger partway. As he visually inspected her, he saw that the same
discoloration was on her sleeves, and a dark shadow seemed to cover her upper
arms. “Evelyne,” he said quietly, “Could you unzip your jacket?”

Her
arms, resting on the table, had begun to tremble, but it stopped as soon as she
focused on moving them to do as he said. Edgar’s brow furrowed, and when she
parted the sides of her sweatshirt, he gave an involuntary gasp, and he heard
Evelyne’s own sharp intake of breath.

A large
purple splotch covered the front of her previously white shirt, and a light
mist seemed to rise from within its source, undoubtedly on her. Now Evelyne
began to shake again. “What is it?” she whispered.

It
surprised Edgar too, but he said what he knew it had to mean. “You’re
infected.” he said, keeping his eyes on the Maelstrom infection, and he glanced
to her face. She was breathing through her mouth and her eyes were widened in
trepidation, while he mentally reached into his backpack.

“I have
a disinfection kit.” Edgar told her. “I don’t know how this happened to you,
but we are beings of imagination.” He placed a box, shaped like a first aid
kit, on the table between them. He opened it, removed a Jet injector marked,
‘FOR EMERGENCY USE ONLY’, and showed it to Evelyne.

“This
won’t hurt, not as much as the alternative.” Edgar told her. He bit his lip,
and at her nod, he held it to her arm and pulled the trigger.

He
couldn’t have known at the time, but falser words could not have been spoken.

\*\*\*\*\*

An hour later:

A nurse
entered the lobby to deliver a message. Edgar, now seated on a bench, stood up
at the nurse’s approach. “Is there anything?” he asked, the hope steeped in his
voice.

“The
doctor would like to speak to you.” the nurse informed Edgar, and then dipped
away with her head down. The doors to urgent care remained open, and Edgar
moved towards them. He began to run, down the painted white halls and tile
floors, until he saw the open door with the lead doctor standing outside it,
staring at the floor with his arms crossed, and a disquieted look on his
brooding face.

Edgar
felt the same troubled air from the nurse around the doctor. It permeated his
thoughts like an infection. Before it could eat at him, he regained his
composure. He didn’t want to lose hope. He couldn’t lose hope.

“This
is a most abnormal case.” the doctor said. Like Edgar, he had sand-colored
hair, but unlike Edgar’s his would be long and unruly if it were not kept under
a surgical hairnet. He turned to Edgar to face him. “I’m Sandy Studs, a
physician here, and also an assistant to Doctor Albert Overbuild. After we
stabilized the patient, I went and used Overbuild’s credentials to access the
Paradox faction’s files. You know they ran, I’ll say, experiments on captured
Maelstrom creatures. When I say this case is abnormal, I mean for a minifigure.
We are creatures of imagination, the two of us.

“But
this girl,” Sandy lowered his gaze and shook his head, “while she is
intelligent, and seemingly not under any visible physical or mental Maelstrom
influence, her vitals are homologous to that of a pure Stromling, born straight
from a dark Nexus.”

Sandy
Studs gave Edgar a grave look. “I don’t yet understand how it is possible, and
I pray the Paradox do not get their hands on her, but I must inform you this
girl does not have an imagination spark.”

Edgar
felt faint, and he placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. “I taught her
Imagination Spinjitzu.” he murmured.

“You
may have taught her Imagination Spinjitsu,” Sandy explained, “but she would
have learned Maelstrom Spinjitsu, if such a thing existed. Her abilities are
not from the energy we call imagination.”

“Can I
see her?” Edgar said imploringly, staring hard at Sandy Studs. “Tell me she can
speak, and I can speak to her.” he begged.

“She is
stable now.” Sandy told him, and Edgar breathed out heavily in relief. “But
she’s following very strict intake parameters. She looks like a minifigure, and
she should be a minifigure, but if she even touches or comes into contact with
imagination energy,” Sandy shook his head grimly, “it may kill her.”

\*\*\*\*\*

“I
overheard what he said,” Evelyne told Edgar, “the doctor, when he was talking
to you.”

She spoke
with him sitting up, with the head of her hospital bed in an inclined position.
She looked better than Edgar had expected, and he was both thankful and
overjoyed to see her without injury. Only a purple stain now adorned the chest
of her hospital gown, and her face and arms, previously smooth like Intrepid’s,
were now decorated with purple spots, not unlike freckles. She otherwise looked
like any other minifigure. There were no characteristic signs of a Stromling
growing in her; no patches of dead skin, no bones glowing radioactively. She
was a minifigure, but not an imagination minifigure.

*A*
Maelstrom minifigure*.*
Edgar thought. He shook his head. The thought was otherwordly.

“He
said I don’t have an imagination spark.” Evelyne repeated Sandy Stud’s words.
“Does that mean my soul?” She didn’t let Edgar stop the train of thought. “I
know I was dead before, but now, am I even alive?” she whispered. “Do I even
have a soul?”

“You
have a soul,” Edgar assured her. He stepped closer to her, and put a hand
reassuringly on her shoulder. Now that Evelyne was safe, he no longer saw
Intrepid’s disappointed when he pictured the boy, but his determination, and it
reminded him of the first time they met.

“Two
years ago,” Edgar began. “I made a pact with your brother. I would go with him
back to Elistra, and help him to do whatever it would take to help our
families.” He stared Evelyne straight in the eyes, and as serious as he could
be, he proclaimed to her, “As his friend and teammate, I say this to you, his
sister. I will continue to do whatever I can to achieve that goal. I swear I
will do everything in my power to protect you.”

## Part 6: Back Home

### Chapter 23

A mobile phone sang its electronic ringtone.  It's screen, pulsing in
the dark, did little to light the study room around the table it lay
on.  Illumination was the job of the desk lamp.

  Tiberius
 ignored the phone.  It wasn't his, so he paid it no concern.  But then
his companion lifted it up and practically shoved it in his face, so he
happened to see the Caller ID.  Aiden, it read, and Tiberius smiled.  So
 his older nephew was back.  Now he had only to bring him here.

 "Deliver a message for me," Tiberius instructed his companion, a dark
haired girl with a fair, heart shaped face dressed in casuals, which
Tiberius was glad to see.  He ulocked the phone, texted a message, and
handed it to the girl.  "Take this to... anywhere but here.  Send it to
my nephew.  Then come back."

  The girl nodded, pocketed
the device in her jeans, and left into the dimly lit hallway.  As she
did she passed a black haired boy, headed in the opposite direction to
the study.  Their gazes didn't cross, but he regarded her with a
perturbed expression, turning around even as she rounded the corner.
Then he continued on his way.

  Alex entered the study and
 assessed the strange, tall man who called himself his uncle.  Tiberius
was leaning over a book, his head on a hand propped on an elbow, with
many more opened books splayed out on the desk before him.

 Alex coughed, and Tiberius looked up, squinting to discern his
silhouette in the doorway.  He put on his glasses. "Hello, Alex."
Tiberius greeted him with a smile that made Alex want to frown.  "What
can I do for you on this lovely night?"

  "For starters,"
Alex said, for maybe the ninth time, "you can tell me where this lovely
night is being spent; where I am, where this is, who she is?  What at
all is going on?"

  Tiberius sighed.  "You sound so much like your brother, Aiden, and my brother, Abe, your father, when he was in the mood."

  Alex looked miffed.  "Are you trying to diss my father?  He was a good man."

 "Oh no," Tiberius defended, "everyone has their moments, ups and
downs.  I, unfortunately, saw a lot of downs in my childhood."

  "No one knows anything about your childhood." Alex reminded him.  "No one knows *anything*
 about you, or anything about anything that's going on with you."  He
didn't want to sound whiny, but he couldn't help it.  Alex shook his
head at himself.  And it wasn't like Tiberius was the mature one in the
room.  "If you could just tell me-"

  "There will be a
time." Tiberius interrupted.  "You may or may not learn my secrets, but,
 I assure you, you will soon see what this has to do with anything, what
 this is all about.  Right now, we are waiting on your brother.  His
friends could carry through with my instructions, and it would speed
things greatly if they were as reliable as others have been, but alas,
they're not.  Thanks to a little detour, your brother now holds one key
to solving everything now.  I only needed to open the first door for
him."

  Alex shook his head again, and turned around.
"You make zero sense." he muttered, and slunk back to the living
quarters of this... house?  It was more like a jail that Tiberius lived
in.  As he headed for his bedroom, he felt a sudden gust of wind tear
down the hallway.  Loose objects clattered, and then the girl rounded
the corner.  Again, she paid him no mind.

  It was another
 common occurence in this house, which Alex could only suspect, by its
lack of windows, was built underground.  Tiberius and the girl were
always coming and going, while he was stuck, forced to utilize
Tiberius's 'hospitality.'

  Alex knew the real reason he
was here.  Tiberius was a negative man, and instead of nice things, he
decided to use a hostage as leverage to get what he wanted from Intrepid
 and whoever his friends were.

  Alex was sure Intrepid would try to rescue him from their crazy uncle.  He just wished he could be a little faster.

### Chapter 24

It would feel good to be back home, if Intrepid could call his
Nimbus City apartment that.  He was stuck in Nexus Tower for now,
waiting on a hearing with some Nexus Force officials.  Apparently
breaking and entering Nexus Tower was a more serious offense than it was
 made out to be.  The problem was that Intrepid and co. had gotten
caught.  The Assembly Grunts had been happy to put them on house arrest,
 once they were out of Epic Fivestar Empanada's sights when she she gone
 to find the rest of her crew.

  So Intrepid folded his
arms and grumbled to himself.  He was seated alongside Strange Odd
Shadow and Skilled Honored Ninja on one of those uncomfortable
industrial perforated metal benches that was just perforated metal bent
into the shape of a bench.  Where his clothes were ripped, the metal was
 cold on his skin.  He would change, but was too tired to bother.

 After a few minutes, some familiar faces appeared across the Assembly
Floor's plaza, and Intrepid stood up to stretch.  He immediately
recognized the Venture Buccaneer, Cheerful Power Rover.  A brown monkey
was perched on his shoulder, with one hand on Rover's scarf and another
searching his bandolier for food, maybe?  Then there was Sergeant Ghost
Mustache, also named Thaddeus, who frankly looked bored.  Intrepid
couldn't blame him.  Avant Gardens was much prettier than Nexus Tower
and never got boring.  Jonna was also with them.  Some other unknown
minifigures were with them: a boy from Venture, one girl from Paradox,
another Assembly girl, and then there was a fourth guy who wore only
cargo pants and a gray tank top with no faction identification, but
Intrepid figured he was a Sentinel.

  Intrepid waved until
 someone spotted them, and then Rover's group made its way over.  Rover
himself broke out into a run, pushing through the throngs of other
minifigures occupying the plaza.  without a doubt, the Buccaneer was
eager to see his friends again.

  "Nice to see you again, Intrepid!" Rover shouted.  "Where's Kate?"

  "She's with Cyclone." Intrepid said.  At Rover's confusion, Intrepid waved a hand.  "Long story.  There's two of him now."

 "Let me introduce my new companions," Rover said with vigor, and his
spread his arms to point out the Faction kids and the guy in the tank
top.  "These are Starkey, Hailey, Bob, and Victoria."

  "Wassup." Hailey, the Space Marauder, said.

  "You look tired, man." Bob, the Adventurer, said.

  "Hi." Victoria, a Summoner, said.  She was the only one who smiled.

 "Grr." was all the last guy, Starkey, said.  He was the Sentinel who
wasn't wearing faction clothing, and not much else.  The four of them
were all bunched together like magnets, seemed to be whispering among
themselves, and often one or two of them would burst into a short smile,
 stifle a laugh, or groan.  They made Intrepid want to groan.  He nodded
 to Jonna and Sergeant.

  It took awhile, but then Intrepid saw *her*.
 There was no way he could have left Nexus Tower without missing her,
with her dyed green and yellow hair tied up in a high ponytail, and her
ghastly outfit, coveralls and a short jacket; the former was mostly
denim but with glowing neon highlights along its length that made
Intrepid shudder.  At least the jacket was black.  He folded his arms
and sighed, and he was sure there was no way anyone could miss his
cousin.

  "Hello, Shrill." he greeted her.

  Shrill Failed
 Brick responded with a mimic of his previous action.  She folded her
arms, strutted her jaw, and said very curtly, "I go by Shira now,
Aiden."

  Intrepid narrowed his eyes, and if he could he would
have folded his arms harder.  He turned to two of his companions
currently with him, shrugged, and said, "This is my cousin, you can say
hi or face her wrath."  Then he swung back to Shira, walked right up to
her ear and whispered, "What are you doing here with these lunatics?"

  "I've been flying with Rover the last few months," Shira said.  She tilted
her head towards Starkey, Hailey, Bob the Adventurer, and Victoria.
"These guys just showed up last week, on some secret assignment from the
 NFS."

  "NF-what?"

  Now his cousin whispered too.
"Nexus Force Services." she hissed.  "I would try to ditch them but
Rover's second set of eyes is kind of stalking me, and of course *Rover* *doesn't want*
 to ditch them."  By second set of eyes she meant his monkey.  Then she
smiled sweetly.  "And now, mi primo, I'm here to lend a hand in helping
you.  What's up?"

  "You can start by getting me out of
this tower." Intrepid muttered.  He was trying to figure out what else
to say, when suddenly his phone buzzed.  He fished it from his pocket
and read the text message he received.  "What in the world-?"

 He faced Shira again.  "Alright." he presented.  "I need to speak to
Luke and Mara as soon as possible.  You, or any of you," he faced
Strange Odd Shadow, Skilled Honored Ninja, Rover, Jonna, Sergeant, and
even the other four weirdos in a silent imploration for help.  Then he
repeated, "Please, get me out of this tower."

```

```

### Chapter 25

The metal door to the basement of a decrepit building in Nimbus
Station swung open and Intrepid entered.  At last, he was back in his
Leek Works.  On reflex he moved his hand to flick the light switch on
the wall, but then Intrepid's eyes narrowed, and he surveyed the little
entrance room.

  The lights were already on.

 "I thought we agreed to turn the lights off before leaving." Intrepid
muttered over his shoulder to the two people closest behind him, Luke
and Mara.  He and Shira had rendezvoused with them and Tornado at their
Nimbus City apartment before hightailing it back to Leek Works, as
Intrepid's mysterious text instructed.  About that: someone had texted
him telling him to get back to Leek Works for "further instructions."

  Intrepid bet it was from Tiberius.  Only someone in his family could be so vague.

  "I did turn the lights off." Mara retorted.

  "Think someone's here?" Shrill Failed Brick asked.

  "I hear someone breathing." Calm Thoughtful Tornado panted.

 "You hear yourself."  Intrepid lead the way inside, and as a precuation
 he summoned a shortsword from his backpack.  Then he heard a loud
crashing from the next room and a dark haired man appeared.

 "There you are!" the man shouted, stumbling over junk on the groung as
he hobbled towards them.  Intrepid put away his sword and sighed.  The
guy had a red baseball cap, a white shirt, jeans, and a bomber jacket
with a badge on it that said, "Relationship status: Pizza."  It was just
 a pizza guy.

  And he wasn't really a man.  He was just a
 teenage guy in need of a shave, with a mustache and beard, very big
eyes, bushy brows, and a lot of acne.

  "Did someone order a pizza?" the guy said at last.  He balanced some boxes of said food in his arms.

  Intrepid shook his head and turned around to face his teammates, Luke and Mara.  "Did someone order a pizza?" he repeated.

  Luke smiled and raised a hand.

  Intrepid scowled and raised a hand to facepalm.

  "My name's Ray." the pizza guy said.

  "We'll take
the pizza," Intrepid said, "but I'm afriad we don't have time for more
introductions.  Luke, tip him and get over here."

  The
Bat Lord ran for his office, Luke and Shira in tow, but on the way there
 they heard Mara say sweetly, "Hello Ray, I'm Mara."

Intrepid shut the door and stared at his table.  Next to a terminal,
between a keyboard and a stack of notes, was an enclosed letter,
addressed to *A Certain Nephew*.

  "What's this?" Shira asked while Intrepid opened it.  He read the letter aloud.

    "'Dear Aiden,

 We minifigures, and everything in our universe, is connected through an
 energy called 'Imagination.'  Imagination has its rules.  They are
strong rules.  Imagination is intrinically good, only through corruption
 can it be used for evil.'

  Intrepid paused.  "Debatable." he commented.  Shira shrugged.

 He continued.  "'I, Tiberius Talmid, have broken the rules.  It is by
no new means, but one pioneered by another man you know as Baron
Typhonus.  I have dabbled in harnessing Maelstrom.'"

  "Your uncle would be great in Paradox." Luke quipped.

 "'Thanks to my efforts, and the recent assistance of some colleagues, I
 can now announce to you, my dear nephew, that I have forged my own
proverbial Key of Revival of the Dead.  In the same manner that the
Maelstrom revives smashed Stromlings in the Nimbus System [an amazing
ability, if I say so myself] I now have the answer to reviving *anyone* who is unjustifiably smashed.'"

  "But wouldn't they be, you know, a little Maelstrom then?" Shira said.

 "'But this comes at a cost of time, my own of which I have volunteered,
 and resources.  To continue my project, you must get for me a hundred
tons of Maelstrom Ore.  You can find it at the attached coordinates at
the end of this message.

 "'Don't believe me?'" Tiberius's message continued.  "'As proof of
concept, I have revived your sister Evelyne.  She is with your friends.
 Provide me with my Maelstrom Ore and the rest of our family will be
next.'"

  The message ended with a set of coordinates, and Intrepid looked up.  "Evelyne is alive?" he questioned.

  "We found her on El.. ele... elepharia?" Luke started.

 "Elistra." Intrepid corrected.

  "Yeah." Luke nodded.  "She's here with Edgar.  They're around here somewhere."

 Intrepid suddenly looked very strained, and he gripped the table edge
for support.  To him, his vision began to blur at the edges as he
focused on Luke's and Shira's faces.  This was a lot ot take in.  "Take
me to her." he instructed.  "And tell me everything that's happened on
the way there."

 \*\*\*\*\*

"...So then we met Tiberius, he's a crazy guy, and he really wanted his
ore," Mara chattered.  "And he had an equally crazy companion."

 "Companion?" Intrepid asked.  He and Shira sat next to each other on
the bus into Nimbus City.  Tornado and Luke were behind them, and across
 the aisle in the next bench was Mara and... Ray?  Intrepid couldn't
answer what he was doing there, but he didn't object.

  "Yeah, she could teleport." Mara said.

  "She?"

  "She was also mean.  She teleported me onto an island in the middle of a lake.  Very rude."

  "That sounds horrible," Ray said, "I'm so sorry that had to happen to you Mara."

  "Aw," Mara turned to the pizza boy, "you don't have to apologize for anything.  You're sweet, though."

 Out of the corner of his eye Intrepid saw Ray's cheeks turn as red as
the sauce on the pizza he delivered.  He closed his eyes and waited for
Mara to continue the story.  "We kinda, uh, fought Tiberius." she
admitted.

  "More like *tried* to fight him." Luke amended.  "We got our backpacks handed to us."

  "Tell me about his companion." Intrepid suggested.

  "Well, she wore dark clothes." Luke recalled.  "Form fitted, good
for fighting, maybe with some gadgets.  Like a ninja.  Cyclone or Edgar
got a better look at her than I did, probably.  She had a mask that
covered her entire head, except I guess for her eyes?  Gotta see
somehow."

  "How do you know she's a girl?" Intrepid asked.

  Luke glared at him.  "I told you her clothes were *form fitted*."

  Intrepid wondered who she was. He remembered Red's warning about imposters and saboteurs....

 They arrived at the stop closest to Edgar's last published location on
the Leek Works bulletin.  Mara and Luke scampered ahead, with Intrepid,
Shira, Tornado, and Ray trailing them down the crowded sidewalks.  They
soon arrived at a familiar location.

  "I was at this
hospital." Intrepid recognized its painted white brick facade, although
he had last left it through the back door.  "I wonder what Edgar's doing
 here, and Evelyne..." He could still barely believe Tiberius's message,
 and his teammate's reports that they'd seen her and brought her back.

  Because the last time Intrepid had seen his sister, he'd buried her.

  "Whoa Nelly," Shira said suddenly, taking a deep breath.

 She had one of Leek Work's modified Nexus Force Plaques in her hands,
which she was using to read some confidential Nexus Force files.  Leek
Works had downloaded them from an intercepted backup some time before.

 "Turns out Uncle Tiberius isn't the only guy who's tried reviving
smashed people," Shira said.  "There's some Paradox test logs here, and
they tried something close to the same thing Tiberius is doing now."
She looked at Intrepid gravely.

  "Well?" her cousin prodded.

  "I think I know why Evie's in a hospital." Shira said.

  "Explain." Intrepid asked.

 "The pictures can speak for themselves."  She shoved the plaque in his
face and he drew in his breath sharply, before pushing it back to Shira.

 "The Paradox had to re-smash all their subjects." Shira added.
"They all acted like Stromlings, even though they started out looking
okay, but after awhile they started looking the part."  She scrolled
down in the document a little more.  "And worse."

  "We gotta get Evelyne before the Paradox do." Intrepid muttered.

  "You think they want her?"

  "Luke, Mara!" Intrepid shouted ahead.  "Did she seem like a Stromling to you?!"

  Luke turned around, not really pausing as he and Mara pushed through the hospital's revolving front door.  "Who?" he asked.

  "EVELYNE!!!!" Intrepid screamed, chasing after them.

  "Oh yeah," Luke said.  "She was perfectly normal."

 "You bet they'll want her," Intrepid hissed to his cousin.  Once they
were inside, they had to be discreet.  "This is a Nexus Force
institution.  Any peculiarities are reported directly to Nexus Tower.
There's probably a Paradox envoy already on the way.  They'll want to
see where they failed, but we're not gonna let them."

  "What are you two whispering about?" Ray asked.

 "Hush." Intrepid said.  On the way down the halls, he sighted a team of
 Paradox faction members crossing the next junction.  "Gee golly.
They're here quickly."

  "Are we breaking someone out?" Ray asked again.  "Are we breaking the law?"

  "It wouldn't be our first time." Intrepid said.

  "I break the laws by walking." Tornado snorted.

  "Why are you even here?" Shira asked.

  Ray shrugged.  "Delivering pizza is boring.  I can't even eat them."

 "You have a point." Intrepid agreed.  "You can come with us, or you can
 turn back now.  Let me know if I need to focus on keeping you safe
too."

  Ray nodded.  "We should probably all turn around right now."

 "Why?"

 "I used to be in Paradox." Ray said with another shrug.  "I was a Rank 3
 Space Marauder until some Stromling smashed me.  I know some Paradox
strats.  That team we just saw?  They saw us too, and they're right
around the corner waiting to ambush you."

 "What do you suggest we do?" Shrill hissed.

  "Turn around," Ray whispered, "and find another way around."

 He had turned halfway before a Paradox Grunt stepped into the hallway.
 "Halt," he said.  He was flanked by a Space Marauder and a Shinobi.
"This place is under lockdown.  Who authorized your admittance?"

 "I did." Intrepid said, showing a fake business card.  It was a picture
 of him wearing a borrowed Space Marauder helmet.  It actually wasn't
even him, just a random Space Marauder.  "Don't you recognize your
superior officer?  I'm second to Vanda.  Don't bother us or I'll get you
 fired."

  The grunt scowled and waved for his guards to raise their weapons.  "That only works in movies and books."

 Intrepid rubbed the back of his neck and turned to face his teammates.
 "It was a worth a shot."  Then he swung around to punch the grunt.
Instead he got whacked in the face with the butt of the Space Marauder's
 laser pistol.

  A little brawl ensued with his five
teammates outnumbering and quickly overpowering the three Paradox,
knocking them out.  When Intrepid got back to his feet, it was to see
three more Paradox troopers rounding the corner.  Seeing their fallen
comerades, they wouldn't hesitate to shoot this time.

"Why are we doing this again?" Tornado cried, but he ran with the others
 to charge the next guards.  The first guard fired at Shrill who raised a
 shield to deflect them, and then hit that Space Marauder over the head
with it.  Ray tackled a Shinobi while Luke twisted his Cleaver to disarm
 the last Sorceror, and Mara yelled "Say cheese!" before stunning them
with a Flash Bulb.

  "Could you have done that first?" Ray asked, getting up.

  "I like taking victory pictures." Mara said.

 Intrepid peeked around the corner to see an even bigger Paradox squad
approaching.  "Sheesh."  He threw a flash bang down that hall and was
about to lead the team across before he swung around.  "Where even are
we going?" he asked.

  Luke pointed to an elevator.  "The roof."

  A short elevator ride later and the six of them spilled out onto
the roof, where an armored helicopter was hovering over a landing spot.
 Waiting for it was another platoon of all Rank 3s, and they stood
around a wheelchair.  Someone was slumped in it, sedated.  Intrepid's
heart skipped a beat when he recognized Evelyne.

  He
slunk around to join his teammates behind the cover of some
strategically placed crates.  He eyed a small water tower that may be
useful.  "We should get someone up there." he planned.

  "On it," Shira threw on a hood and ran off.

 "Anyone need any weapons?" Intrepid asked.  He handed Tornado a
Peashooter and Ray held up a service Blaster.  Luke and Mara were
armored up and Intrepid suited up his Bat Lord gear.  "Let's go."

 Intrepid activated his speedboost while the others licked quicksickles
and they all vaulted over the crates, speeding for the Paradox.  They
covered the ground faster than the first Paradox they hit could react,
and five Space Marauders were knocked down.  There were twenty in total
plus the crew in the helicopter.  Luke threw a plunger at the
helicopter's nose and it stuck.  The craft responded by aiming its guns
at the F2Per, but then the plunger sent an EMP charge into the
aircraft.  It ascended out of control and out of sight.

Wormholer bullets began to streak across the roof and impact against
shields and armor.  Intrepid shield slammed two Paradox over the roof's
edge.  Luke and Mara were carving their own path with stun blades,
making their way to Evelyne.  Ray was sniping out anyone they missed,
and Tornado was shooting peas all over the place.

  A bolt
 of energy suddenly struck Intrepid in the leg, piercing his armor, and
he stumbled.  Looking up at the water tower, he saw the last Paradox
Space Marauder, a sniper, getting ready to fire again.

  Intrepid raised his shield so there was something between him and
the sniper.  "Sniper!" he shouted, before he began hitting the nearest
knocked out Space Marauder, not enough to smash him but to trigger his
Bat Lord ability to replenish his health.  It worked and he felt his
energy coming back, before the next sniper blast hit Luke.

 The next person to fall was the sniper, knocked out of the water tower
by Shira.  Ray finished him with a stun blast, while Mara ran to her
cousin.  "Stunned," she reported.

  "Mhrlghlghfghm," Luke mumbled numbly.

 Intrepid stood up and looked around for the helicopter.  He saw it in
the horizon, retreating.  Then he saw Evelyne, still unconscious in the
wheelchair, and standing behind her was a Paradox Shinobi.

  "It's me!" the Shinobi shouted, and he pulled off his helmet, revealing sandy hair and a determined face.

  "Edgar." Intrepid fell to the ground in relief.

 "I disguised so I could keep her in sight," Edgar said, suddenly
looking very tired.  He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands.
"Intrepid, it's really her."

  "I know." Intrepid said.
He approached her tentatively, not fully trusting his eyes yet.  But the
 sleeping girl's face was the same as he remembered.  His sister,
Evelyne, was alive and breathing.

  He crouched down,
noticing the purple tinge in the veins on the back of her hands.
Studiously, Intrepid reached and swept her hair back.  A purple streak
had infected its strands, too.

  "What caused this?" Edgar asked.

  "You mean *who*." Intrepid said.  "Tiberius.  He used a Maelstrom method, that's why the Paradox were here."

  "How can we restore her?"

 "I don't know if we can." Intrepid muttered.  "Her essence is Maelstrom
 now.  Let's just... get her someplace else."  He thought back to the
letter Tiberius had given him.  Their uncle wanted more Maelstrom ore to
 revive the others.

  Or was he was just making their existence worse?

  "We'll go back to Leek Works." Intrepid instructed the team.  "We need to plan."

### Chapter 26

"These are coordinates for another Maelstrom mine." Intrepid
reported, holding up the letter in front of the screen.  On the other
side of the video call between Leek Works and Nexus Tower, Cheerful
Power Rover jotted down the numbers.

  "I thought we destroyed the last one." the Buccaneer said.  "The one with the skeletons."

  "I'm sure everyone did." Intrepid agreed.  "But now you know there's another.  You need to destroy all of it.  Everything."

 "I can send a scouting party now," Rover conceded, "but a full scale
assault will take the convincing of higher ups.  I'm not a general."

  "*Everything needs to be destroyed*." Intrepid repeated.  "Make sure you tell them that."

 Rover nodded.  "Okay."  The channel closed, and Intrepid turned around
to face his teammates.  Luke, Mara, Tornado, Edgar, and Ray were in the
room with him.  Shrill was in a guest bedroom, waiting for Evelyne to
wake up.

  "Wait," Mara said, "didn't you say Tiberius said he needed the ore?"

  "To turn more people into Stromlings, yeah." Intrepid said.  "I won't let him do that."

  "But they're your family-" Luke protested.

  "Who is Tiberius to play with fate?" Intrepid challenged.  "Who are we to change things?  Is what happened *not* supposed to have happened?"

 "They shouldn't have been smashed." Edgar stated.  "We went to save
them.  Just because we failed then, we don't need to fail now.  See
Evelyne, she's completely herself."

  "I've seen her." Intrepid said.

  "*Talk* to her."

 "How do we know she won't fall under the Darkitect's control?!"
Intrepid shouted.  "Will she, or anyone else, even survive when we
finish defeating the Maelstrom?  And we can't disinfect them back
without smashing them."  He took a deep breath.  "I hate Tiberius."

 Mara stood up.  "Calm down." she asserted.  "Maybe there's another way
to bring people back to life.  Can't we rebuild from smashing?"

 "We can because there's an Imagination Nexus on the world next
door." Intrepid explained.  "Even then, we lose a little of our
imagination spark everytime we smash, and that amount increases with the
 time spent before rebuilding.  Everyone who died on Elistra has been
smashed for a couple of years now."

  "Can't a Nexus rebuild them?" Mara asked.

 A door opened and Shrill entered.  She must have dyed her hair again,
since she was a blonde now.  "No," she shook her head.  "it's been tried
 before.  Have any of you heard about The Tragedy of Sir Dagator the
Wise?"

  "No?" Luke said.

  "I didn't think
so.  It's a Crux legend." Shrill related.  "Sir Dagator was the most
esteemed of the Bat Lord clan, and he was even respected by the rival
factions competiting for that face of Crux.  Sir Dagator made diplomacy
his goal, and he negotiated hundreds treaties between the Bat Lords,
Mosaic Jesters, Exploriens, and Bone Suitors.  All of his treaties would
 be broken within a week, but that didn't stop him from trying.  A day
of peace was worth more to him than his life, and one day, while
traveling to a distant land, he fell in a pit and smashed.

 "The leader of the Mosaic Jesters happened to find him a month later.
They brought his body to the Mythrans, hoping they would revive him.
The Mythrans brought him to a Nexus, and were successful in re-animating
 him, but his mind and character were wiped completely clean.  The new
Sir Dagator, reborn among the Mosaic Jesters, immediately took after
them.

  "And Sir Dagator the Wise was no more, replaced by
 Sir Dagator the Jester.  There was not a more foolish man on Crux for a
 thousand years.  The end." Shrill finished her story.

"Long story short," Intrepid concluded, "re-animating smashed people in
the Nexus wouldn't bring our family back.  They wouldn't be our family
anymore.  I think... we have to let them go."

  Mara had tears in her eyes, Luke looked grim, and Edgar nodded resignedly.

  "Please don't." a voice said.  It was Evelyne.

  For the first time in two years Intrepid heard Evelyne's voice.  He
 did what any long-lost brother should do - he went and gave her a hug,
and his sister gripped him tight.

  "It's so great to see you again." Intrepid said.

  "You can't give up on us, if you knew what it means to *me*
 to see you again." Evelyne sniffed.  She released her embrace but still
 held her brother by the shoulders to look at his face.  "I wish I could
 have seen you sooner.  Our family would love to see you."

  Intrepid nodded.  "I can't put them at the mercy of the Darkitect.  There's no way." he said.

 "No, there's always a way." Evelyne urged.  "I'm sure of it.  We just
have to find it."  She looked around.  "Isn't this some kind of research
 facility?"

  "Not the usual kind." Intrepid said.  "But,"

  "I'm already looking into Assembly files," Shrill reported.  "If anyone worked on this sort of thing, it'd be them."

  Evelyne turned to her, and a moment passed before her face dawned with recognition.  "Shira?"

  "Hi Evie." Shrill waved.  "Now hush, I'm reading."

 Intrepid glanced to Luke and Mara and pointed to the computers.  The
two grumbled a bit before heading to the desks and the terminals they
used to download confidential Nexus Force files, in case Shrill didn't
find anything in the older load.

  "Download started," Luke said, "and it'll be running for awhile.  We should probably go do something while we wait."

  "I'm down for a movie." Mara said.

 Intrepid wrapped an arm around Evelyne.  "There'll be time for
introductions later.  Remember the last time we went to a theater?"

 \*\*\*

 Their ragtag group of six teenagers and a young adult left Leek Works
dressed in casuals.  Evelyne got a long sleeved sweatshirt, gloves, and a
 hat to hide her new specialties.  They avoided Nexus Force checkpoints
wherever they were unnecessary and had Evelyne carry a Fountain of
Imagination through the gate into the movie theater in Brick Annex.

  "They're showing a movie about ducks." Luke said.

  "Space ducks." Mara clarified.  "I've wanted to see it since I saw the trailer last year, even though I know how it ends."

  "Don't you hate trailers that tell you the entire plot?" Luke asked rhetorically.  "Not to mention it's a prequel."

  "In the end the universe explodes." Mara said.  "Then they bring it back."

  "Why are we even watching it then?" Intrepid asked.

  "There are lasers and space battles, and a post-credits scene."

  "Go get us tickets and seats," Intrepid said, handing a gift card to Mara.  "I need to use a restroom.  Take care of Evelyne."

  "I can take of myself." Evelyne reminded.

 "I'm sure you can." Intrepid waved.  "Take care."  While the others
headed for a matinee, he scoured the lobby for a restroom.  His search
finally found some WC signs, pointing him into a dark hallway with three
 doors in the end.  It was too dark to make out their emblems, so he
took the plunge and entered a random door.  He held his hand along the
wall until he found a lightswitch, he flipped it, and quickly figured
out he was in the wrong room.  There were mops, brooms, and hanging
coveralls, and no toilet.  This was the janitor's closet.

 Intrepid turned around to leave, but stopped in his place.  Blocking
his way out, someone stood between him and the door.  She took her
helmet off, revealing a familiar face framed with flowing red hair.

  "Hey." Red said.

  "This isn't a good time." Intrepid groaned.

 "Look what's up and running again." Red said, gesturing at herself.
"Leek Work's Transdimensional Division is back in action."

  "Good to hear."

  "The Maelstrom Dimension attacked again."

  "Sorry to hear that."

  "Take this." Red held out a wristwatch, and Intrepid took it.  The logo identified it as an Unverse Manipulator.  "It should work for awhile, and if it stops you'll know why.

 "I saw your transmission to Rover," Red said, "and I have another
reason why you should destroy that mine, ideally immediately."

 "We got word from our Luke Mercury." Red disclosed.  "First he
thanked us for apprehending his kids, then he told us what they were up
to, lugging around Maelstrom Ore."

  "For Tiberius?" Intrepid asked.

 "The world doesn't revolve around you.  No, my step-cousins-in-law were
 in the employment of a Maelstrom Dimensional contact.  Luke
interrogated them, since he, at least, has a grip on his kids.  They
were collecting ore samples from various dimensions, and giving that to
the contact."

  "Why would they do a thing like that?" Intrepid muttered.

 "The contact had a good way of disguising himself, or herself?  We
don't actually know, and I didn't care to hear Cailan and Crims' motives
 either.  They're jerks.  Anyway," Red continued, "the thing is, objects
 or people from the different dimensions have an identifying feature.
Our sub-atomic elements are tilted slightly differently, or something
like that.  Luke had done his own scouting in the Maelstrom Dimension,
and he told us that its Maelstrom has some galaxy-wide telepathic
communications and teleportation network.  A prior report from Charles
Bradfordson corroborated its existence.  What Luke had to tell us, is
that the Darkitect plans to use it to send armies into other dimensions
too.  By knowing samples of the various dimensions' Maelstrom ore, he
can connect the current system to the Maelstrom hotspots they originated
 from."

  "Including the second mine on Crux Prime." Intrepid defined.  "Has it started yet?"

 "No, it takes time to manipulate the sub-atomic sector.  I wouldn't
give an ETA, since honestly no one on the good side knows." Red sighed
resignedly.  "But it's going to happen, and it will be soon."

  "Can you make the first move?" Intrepid asked.

 "We want to, but it means mobilizing an army and motivating the whole
Nimbus System, and beyond, into prepping for war.  We're facing an
entire dimension's worth of Maelstrom," Red stated, "an entire *reality*.  It took us long enough to clean the Nimbus System."

 "Do you think our dimension stands a chance?" Intrepid proposed.
"We're already in a state of war.  We have recruits coming in every
day."

  "Taking into account the 20 year technological
difference between the Maelstrom Dimension and your dimension," Red
said, "no way in..." she let her voice drop.

  "How many dimensions are at risk?" Intrepid pressed.  "There are tens of us."

 "Hundreds." Red corrected.  "Good idea, actually.  It's worth a shot,
getting a message to them and combining our forces.  It would be the
biggest breach of Unverse yet.  Such a thing, as I've explained, would
destroy the multiverse."

  "Sounds to me like the Maelstrom is on their way to accomplishing that themselves."

 "Just wanted to keep you up to date." Red concluded.  "I've loaded a
few 'safe' destinations into your Unverse Manipulator, as a precaution,
if you need to get away from someplace.  This is an upgraded model that
can take more than a small group.  Try attaching it to a vehicle, if you
 want to."

  "Cool." Intrepid said, despite the grave implications.  He tested his jaw.  "Stay safe out there."

  "I'll keep you updated." Red said.  Then she was gone.

  Intrepid left the janitorial closet and bumped into Mara, sipping on a straw dipped in a can of Cola.

  "Do you always talk to yourself when you're alone?" the girl giggled.

  "I wasn't alone." Intrepid informed her.

  "I didn't hear anyone else." she said in between slurping her straw.  "We have seats and soda."

  "Go on, I still need a restroom." Intrepid shooed her away.

 He had trouble focusing on the movie later, except for the part where a
 duck destroyed the universe.  He wondered if that would be their fate
as well.

 Intrepid hoped Red was okay.  He hoped Rover's team wasn't in
trouble, scouting the Maelstrom mine.  He wanted to get back to Leek
Works and back into action.  Few times before had so many people
mattered to him.  Cyclone.  Kate.  Rover.  His team, Luke and Mara,
Tornado and Edgar, this weird guy Ray.  His family, Evelyne, Alex, and
Shira.  He could count many more, before the demise of Elistra sent him
into stifling, selfish despondency.

  He used to be a cheerful person before the Maelstrom took that away.

 But his friends had stayed with him.  Intrepid could think of one more
loyal then them.  He had to take on the quality his chosen name meant:
courage in the face of fearsome oppression.  He owed it to his friends,
and their friends, to do everything he could to protect them.  And he
was a Nexus Force warrior, tasked with defending his fellow soldiers and
 the innocent from danger.

  Intrepid considered Red's
gift to him.  He'd broken his last Unverse Manipulator the last time
he'd tinkered with it.  But if he gave it to Luke and Mara, could they
turn it into an Unverse Transmitter?  Or could they steal the Nexus
Force's Transdimensional Ring from Nexus Tower, and use that?

  Or instead of stealing it, they could just ask the Nexus Force for help...

 Maybe it was time for their dimension's Leek Works to get a Nexus
Force-sponsored Transdimensional Division.  It was time to make the
future the present.  It was time to act now.

### Chapter 27

A more fitting room to plan a strategic Nexus Force attack on the
Second Maelstrom Mine under Crux Prime would be the Sentinel Command
Center in Nexus Tower, with its holographic map of Crux Prime.  But
before they could get in there, Intrepid and his company first needed to
 convince Nexus Force leaders that the target, as well as the greater
transdimensional threat, was real.  The Observation Lounge atop the
tower, the room the heroes were currently seated in, was also comfier
than the Command Center, so no one present was particularly motivated to
 leave.

  There were twenty odd chairs and stone-pattern
benches arranged in rings in the Observation Lounge, centered around an
array of elevators, also centered around the glass windows that formed
the Tower's most integral shaft: the passage for the Imagination Nexus
to rise into the clouds, visible through the also-clear ceiling of the
Observation Lounge for those who wanted to crane their necks to see it.
 Everyone was looking at each other, however.

  "I thought
 we were past the brink of winning this war." a brown haired,
well-groomed, bearded man in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts complained.
Intrepid had to blink a few times before he recognized Beck
Strongheart.  The Sentinel Commander had had to be flown in from a
vacation property.  Since the end of the Faction War, the re-united
Nexus Force had made undeniably grand progress in purging the Maelstrom
from many of the Nimbus worlds, including Avant Gardens, and there was
already talk of opening a museum in the former Paradox Lab.  Beck had
thus taken a long-deserved break, but wearing his vacation clothes now,
he was now 99% unrecognizable to anyone else who had seen him in his
armor for so long.

  Also present were Epsilon Starcracker, Sky Lane, and of course the four Faction Leaders: Duke, Hael, Vanda, and Albert.

  On the other side of the observation lounge, facing the Nexus Force
leaders, were Cyclone, Kate, and Rover, Skilled Honored Ninja and
Strange Odd Shadow, and of course Intrepid.  Stromling Cyclone was also
there, although he was no longer a Stromling.  There was no one else
necessary to bring, except for the weird girl Allison Ryder who no one
really knew anything about.  Intrepid had hoped Red would be there, too,
 but she'd made it clear it was up to him to convince his dimension's
Faction Leaders to take action.

 So Intrepid had brought living proof of the other dimensions.  The only hard part was the proving part.

 "You're
 telling us the reason there's no more Maelstrom out there," Beck
continued, waving his hand towards the windows overlooking Crux Prime,
"is not because our brave soldiers destroyed them all, which they did at
 heavy cost.  But because the Maelstrom is hiding?  In a mine of all
places?"

 "It's entirey plausible." mused Starcracker.  "We've beaten them to the point they must retreat to build their forces back."

 "That's
 not the point." Intrepid reminded them again, for maybe the seventh
time.  "The mine is gearing up to be a gateway between dimensions.
They're going to get reinforcements, through that mine, from an entirely
 Maelstrom Dimension that's twenty years more advanced than we are."

 "I've never heard something more preposterous!" Beck shouted.  "Where is the proof?"

 Skilled Honored Ninja waved lazily.  "Us.  We're sitting right here."

 Beck glared at the Sentinel Janitor.  " I told you, you could be an imposter."

 Jonna
 cleared her throat.  "The Assembly lab is still analyzing the tissue
samples we got from our visitors," she nodded at Stromling Cyclone,
Skilled, and Shadow, then turned to Beck, "but so far their story adds
up.  Intrepid said to look for 'tilted atoms' and we've found that."

 "That is what my contact told me." Intrepid confirmed.  "I trust her."

 "And who is your contact?" Beck questioned.  "Why should *we* trust her?"

 "The proof is in here," Cheerful Power Rover cut in.

 The Buccanneer's monkey handed him a Nexus Force data plaque, which
Rover tossed into the room's center.  Everyone in the room paused to
watch what happened next.  The room's intelligent lighting dimmed as the
 plaque lit up, and it proceeded to project a series of holographic
imagery around it, slowly rotating to show everyone its contents.

 It didn't look like much more than a cave entrance, in a cliff-wall at a
 basin of a Crux Prime ravine, but there were obvious Stromlings
captured in the spyshots from atop the cliff.

  "There's
something important down there," Rover said, "and undoubtedly it's of
interest to the Maelstrom, so it's of interest to us."

  "Yeah, because it's a Maelstrom Mine." Intrepid said.

  "You tell a very far-fetched story." Epsilon said to him.

  "Next time I'll skip the story and go straight to the results-"

 "Which we can all agree are real." Kate completed for him. "Commander
Strongheart, you can send more soldiers to clear any doubts."

  "Even better, we can send planes." Epsilon said.

 "No need." Duke Exeter, quiet until then, announced.  He unfolded his
arms when he stood up.  The other leaders followed suit, and Duke nodded
 to Overbuild.

  "We already had a spy satellite aimed at
the coordinates you provided us, for a few months." the Assembly leader
revealed.  "We have adjusted its lens array to subvert cloaking tech - a
 cloak *we* put on the site, which I'm afraid is the reason no one else has heard of it."

 "Except for you," Duke said, gesturing to Rover and Intrepid, "and now
everyone else in this room, too."  He had a tone and expression that
seemed to say, *and none of you were supposed to know.*

 "How could you know about the mine, and not destroy it already?" Rover
asked, looking surprised.  Glancing around, just about everyone
excluding the faction leaders, Beck, and Epsilon looked either stunned
or unimpressed.  Even Jonna, a senior Assembly operative, looked out of
the loop.

 "Maelstrom Ore is highly infectious," Rover continued, starting to look more aghast. "And dangerous..."

  "In many terrible ways." Intrepid agreed.

  "How could you *not* be actively trying to destroy it-"

  "The site is contained." Vanda assured.  "It's been since we found it."

  "We'll let you know, now," Duke said, turning to Beck, Epsilon, and Sky Lane, "that contrary to popular opinion, we *have* formed a plan to destroy the site from the inside out.  Paradox has come through and created a reverse-transmissible
 payload for us.  Once exposed to Maelstrom Ore, it will reverse-infect
infected matter with a destructive antitoxin.  The Ore will link to
every trace of Maelstrom in the universe.  It's the ultimate end-game
weapon, without us having to synthesize our own Ore."

"I know a guy who can do some of that for you." Intrepid said.

Duke cast a sidelong glance at the Bat Lord.  "They shouldn't be here anymore."

"Or more accurately, we shouldn't be here." Overbuild said tactly.

"See us confidentially." Vanda instructed the Nexus Force subcommanders, then she vanished.

 No one blinked.  They'd eyes hadn't been tricked... or maybe they had.
 The Faction Leaders were there one instant and then they were gone,
completely disappeared from the lounge they had never been in to begin
with.  In the transparent scaffolding holding up the glass roof,
holographic projectors powered down.  The Faction Leaders were 'safe' in
 some other location, perhaps not even in Nexus Tower.

Beck Strongheart, Epsilon Starcracker, and Sky Lane still remained, though.

Intrepid glanced towards Cyclone, who was closest to the door.  He
tried to push its handle discreetly, but Intrepid could see it was like
pushing a wall.  Cyclone shook his head.  The doors were locked.

"Try to remain calm," Sky Lane said, before she and the others put on
gas masks.  A hissing sound became apparent.  "The AMM, Anti-Memory
Mist, will do its work and then you'll be free to go."

Everyone took deep breaths, even Rover's monkey, George.  "I didn't
 come here to get my mind wiped." Intrepid retorted frustratedly, before
 tilting his nose into his collar.  He could still smell the sweet aroma
 of the Anti-Memory Mist.  Contrary to Evelyne's and Alex's complaints
when they were younger and still lived together, the smell of his sweat
wouldn't make him lightheaded.

  Intrepid was getting lightheaded nonetheless, as was everyone else there, under the cruel gaze of Beck, Epsilon, and Sky.

  "Trust me, this is better than going to jail." Epsilon said.

*We know that*, Intrepid thought of Calm Thoughtful Tornado.

 "We might still incarcerate them..." Beck said, his voice muffled
behind his gas mask.  Or maybe it was unconsciousness making him hard to
 hear.

  Intrepid blinked heavily, fighting back the
crushing urge to lie down and sleep.  And forget.  And get jailed.  He
tried to keep his teammates in sight.  Cyclone, the second Cyclone,
Skilled Honored Ninja, and Allison Ryder were closest the vents, and
were slumping to the floor, practically asleep already, probably already
 forgetting their encounter.  Strange Odd Shadow didn't look as
affected, oddly, or maybe he was used to sleeping standing up.  Rover
and Kate were still awake, barely, as was Intrepid.  The vents would
stay on until they all dropped.

  Suddenly Intrepid's eyes
 shot open, he felt like he was falling - not unconsciously but
physically, gravitatiously falling.  And there was wind buffetting his
back.  The air was clear and cold and thin, and the air smelled fresh.
It took him a few more moments of clarity to realize he had been
teleported outside the lounge onto it's roof.  The Unverse Manipulator,
the new one Red gave him, was in his hand.

  He was also
slipping off the roof and had to stab a combat blade into the
transparent plastic alloy to keep from falling off the edge of Nexus
Tower.

  Intrepid took a deep breath of the thin air, which at this high
atmosphere wasn't much better than the Anti-Memory Mist.  He pressed his
 head against the windows and heard, to his alarm, Beck shout, "We
should have checked them before letting them in!"  They knew he had
escaped.

  Now he could escape farther away, to anywhere
in or out of his universe.  Red had programmed some safe locations,
Intrepid remembered her telling him.  But she'd also told him he could
bring, in her words, "more than a small group."

  Cyclone,
 Cyclone #2, Kate, Rover, Skilled Honored Ninja and Strange Odd Shadow,
and Allison Ryder constituted a small group.  They were also his friends
 so he had to save them.

  "Confound thee, Nexus Force."
Intrepid muttered.  The Anti-Memory Mist must have messed with his head
for him to suddenly say something in some gibberish he didn't even
understand.  He grabbed his Shield of Shielding out of his backpack,
taking care not to drop either, and hoped it would be protect him from
the AM Mist.  He would teleport out as soon as he felt its effects.

 Then he willed the Unverse Manipulator to life and teleported in,
behind Beck Strongheart who had darted around to the other side of the
elevators, in search of him, obviously.  "Sorry Commander," Intrepid
said, then knocked the Commander with the face of his shield.  He fell
and did not get up.

  He teleported behind Epsilon
Starcracker and tried to execute the same maneuver, but the elite
soldier had put on his armor and all Intrepid's shield did was get a
solid *Clang* out of Epsilon's blue helmet.

  "I
remember when I gave you your Basic Short Sword!" Epsilon said, turning
around.  He held a Spear and a Hammer in each of his hands.  "I'll give
you a once in a lifetime chance to reconsider.... YOUR PUNISHMENT!"

 He proceeded to swing the Hammer, obviously something more powerful
than a Basic Hammer, at Intrepid, who raised his shield to counteract
it, but the force of the impact sent Intrepid flying across the room.

 Intrepid got up quickly to see Epsilon storming over, and Sky Lane
was coming from the other side of the elevators.  He knew he had to act
quickly to get his teammates, and himself, out of Nexus Tower without
any lasting damage.

  He lobbed a duo of Flash Bangs and
the teleported to Allison Ryder.  He grabbed her, warped, and threw her
on top of Skilled Honored Ninja.  He went and grabbed Cyclone, Rover,
Jonna, Strange Odd Shadow, Ryder, and the other Cyclone, and lastly
Kate.  Fueled by adrenaline he'd managed to go back and forth between
all of them before the Flash Bangs cooled off.  Now that they were in a
pile, he had to figure out how to transport all of them.  They'd held
hands before....

  "*Try attaching it to a vehicle, if you want to*."

 Intrepid heard motion to his side and darted to the windows, then
teleported next to Epsilon Starcracker and tripped him into the glass.
Sky Lane tried to kick him in the face but at the moment of impact,
Intrepid teleported both of them onto the roof.

  Then he came back and started moving all of his teammates's bodies into the elevator.

  Then his Shield of Shielding died.

 Intrepid covered his mouth and pressed the button the close the
elevator doors.  There were two layers of them, like an airlock.  After
they slid shut, Intrepid slumped back, somehow finding a space to lean
on that wasn't occupied by someone's arm or leg or head.  He had to
think.  If this didn't work, he'd effectively trapped them all.

*Attach it.* his inner voice reminded him.

 Intrepid slid the Unverse Manipulator off his wrist and delicately
pressed it against the elevator's wall.  He slid it around but nothing
changed until it reached the area of the control panel.  Its dimensions
began to expand, soon covering over the original panel with a faux
control board of its own, with an LED board of its own, on which it read
 its source date in two calenders: 2034 / 3048 .  There was also a blinking warning in the corner, reading, Low Power.

 The elevator doors were suddenly wrenched open, two gloved, power-suit assisted hands steadily pushing them apart.

  "Here's Starcracker!" Epsilon whooped.

 Intrepid grabbed the nearest weapon he could see, an Assembly Sidearm
off Jonna, pointed it at Epsilon and shot him in the face.  Epsilon
staggered back.  The force of the laser blast didn't even crack his
visor, and Epsilon was unhurt, but his momentary removal was necessary.

 Intrepid set the weapon to overload and threw it out of the elevator.
He didn't want its internal Nexus Force certified tracking device where
he was going.  Then he grabbed at the Unverse Manipulator's Elevator
Control Panel, conjured a picture of his Leek Works basement in his
mind, and willed the Unverse Manipulator to get them out of Nexus Tower.

 There was a loud grating noise as the elevator car scraped down against
 the unfinished, concrete floor of present-day Leek Works, and finally
Intrepid allowed himself to breathe in relief.  At the same time, the
Unverse Manipulator fell to the ground in the form of some palm-sized
box, complete with the same minimal controls and screen, which now read, Power Depleted, Emergency Charging Initiated.  It would be useless for awhile.

  But it didn't matter since they were safe for now, so Intrepid hoped.

 "What the brick?!" Intrepid heard the voice of Grand Masterly Shadow
shout out.  Pulling himself out of the elevator, Intrepid saw Luke,
Mara, and Shira looking into the room, one of the storage rooms, from
the doorway to the main section.

  "Is that an elevator?" Mara asked.

  "Check for trackers." Intrepid ordered, and Luke grabbed a scanning device off the wall.

 "No signals detected on Nexus Force wavelengths," the blond boy
reported.  His face twisted, reflecting the concern obviously visible in
 Intrepid's face.  "Are we compromised?" Luke asked.

  Intrepid took a deep breath.  "No, I don't think so." he said at last.  "We're still a secret to the Nexus Force."

### Chapter 28

Later that evening...

In the
old laundromat that housed Leek Works, the secret base and headquarters for the
society of three fostering Intrepid, Luke, and Mara, there were three main
rooms. The entrance was the most finished, with couches and a coffee table over
false-wood flooring, and a small “Welcome” mat in front of the door – an
existential oxymoron, considering the door was protected by ten deadbolts,
large and small, and a padlock.

Next
was the server room, from which the Mercuries frequently hacked Nexus Force
archives. Cheap plastic desks lined its walls, and atop them sat laptops and
terminals for different servers. In the concrete floor’s center were more
server computers.

Past a
door leading out the server room’s back was an unfinished hallway lacking
wallpaper and insulation. Stairs lead down to the basement, used for storage.
It held interesting things the trio felt like keeping, and whatever junk they
picked up but couldn’t yet throw away, including their latest acquisition: a
Nexus Tower elevator. A small closet also used as a storage room was behind
another doorway.

The
last door, made of wood, guarded a medium-sized room which Intrepid was working
on converting into an office, or a laboratory. Half the floor was carpeted, and
that side had a desk, shelves, chairs, soft lighting, a laptop, and a server
terminal. The other half was tiled, with boxes full of junk, more shelves with
tools, and more tables.

On a
chair in the lab side sat Intrepid, wearing a red space sweater over his
casuals, leaned over a black box opened at the top. Two wires snaked over its
edge and across the table, ending at a PCB with an LCD and some switchboards.
The boy was prodding each wire’s ends with a multi-meter, which beeped
unsteadily. Then he went back to soldering. He was too focused on the job that
he didn’t look up when someone walked in.

“Excuse
me, do you work here?” a girl’s voice asked.

“I am
working, yes,” answered Intrepid. He turned his head enough to identify who was
speaking, since she had a voice similar to one other person. She wore a white
and blue Nexus Force tee and cargo jeans, and had shoulder-length red hair.

“I was
just wondering if you could point me to a water fountain. And on that note… a
water closet too, while you’re at it.” Kate added.

“That
way,” Intrepid pointed out the door and twirled his finger. “We don’t have one.
You have to go across the street to the restaurant, Kate.”

“Thanks-
but hold on a moment partner, how do you know who I am? I don’t *remember*
telling you my name.”

Intrepid looked up, wondering for a moment if Anti-Memory Mist was more
permanent than he thought. “Are you serious-”

“Relax,
I’m kidding.” the red haired girl grinned. “Although I gotta say, I definitely
don’t remember our Faction Leaders being so militantly secretive. Didn’t you
say the Faction War ended, while Cyclone and I were gone?”

“Some
sentiments extend into maritime...” Intrepid’s voice trailed as he returned to
his soldering.

Kate
sidled up next to the table. “Watcha working on?”

“I’m
turning this Transdimensional Manipulator into a Transdimensional Tracker.”
Intrepid said. He tested the multi-meter again, and this time it gave a steady
beep.

“Trans-di-what?”
Kate repeated.

Intrepid picked up a metal helmet, its inner surface containing six dish-shaped
receptacles, and plugged it into the PCB. “So long as you’re here, you can put
this on,” he said, handing it to Kate, and she handled it tentatively.

“And
this is-?” she asked of the eyebrow-raising headgear.

“I
haven’t yet reverse-engineered how the Manipulator interfaces with brainwaves,”
Intrepid explained. “The last time I tried, it broke. Instead, Luke gave me
this, a brainwave reader, and it should work just fine for visualization
purposes.”

“It’s
for reading brainwaves.” Kate repeated back.

“It’s
harmless. I can wear it if-”

Kate
put the helmet on. “Now what?”

“Think
of somebody far away.” Intrepid instructed. He flipped a switch on the
switchboard to power up the LCD, which immediately displayed a string of
numbers: relative coordinates. Intrepid’s eyes narrowed in contemplation, and he
pressed another switch to bring up a map. “There’s a planet there?” he asked
aloud.

Kate
nodded. “Yep. It’s right where I thought my sister would be.”

“You
have family?” Intrepid asked. It was a stupid question, he realized, that he
could have phrased better. “That’s neat.”

“Now
for someone closer.” Kate said, smiling, and the numbers switched to a bunch of
zeroes, indicating someone close by. Remembering the other feature Luke said
the helmet had, Intrepid flipped another switch, and the screen displayed a
bunch of scratchy lines, resembling what could have been a figure.

Intrepid and Kate scrutinized it. “That’s *not* how things look in my
head,” Kate said at last.

“It
doesn’t look like me, no.” Intrepid agreed.

“I was
thinking of Cyclone.” Kate deadpanned.

“Oh.”

Kate
set the helmet on the table and rubbed her forehead. “This headache better be
psychosomatic.”

“There’s
one more test I ought to do,” Intrepid added, “if this can locate people in
other dimensions.”

“If it’s
got ‘dimension’ in the name, of course it does.” Kate said. “So what’s the
point of this thing? You’ve been down here for hours but none of your crazy
teammates wanted to check on you, so I did. And,” she opened her backpack and
spawned some pizza slices, “we got about fifty pies of this, courtesy of Ray’s
employee discount. Are you trying to find someone?”

“Two
someones.” Intrepid said gravely. “Tiberius, and Alex.”

The
terminal on the office desk lit up, and then Luke’s voice came through. “We got
trouble.” the blond said.

Intrepid stood up, and he and Kate barged out the door. They ran through the
hallway into the entrance room, where they met with Luke, Mara, Shrill, Ray,
Edgar, Evelyne, and the others from Nexus Tower. Since they were all fugitives
for the moment, Luke, Mara, and Shrill had rather forcefully kept Jonna and
Rover holed up in the basement, but they were here now.

“I said
stay *back*,” Luke repeated, trying to shoo the crowd into the server
room, while keeping his eyes on the door. “Unless you’re willing to shoot at
Nexus Force grunts.”

“The
Nexus Force is here?” Intrepid yelped.

Mara
swung open a large suitcase and pulled out a bunch of wooden sticks, which
after a double take everyone took a moment to identify as bayonets. Intrepid
tsked. “That’s not what I meant when I said ‘buy discounted weapons’,” he said
to the auburn-headed Mercury.

“Can
you just let me and Rover speak to them?” Jonna protested. “We’re high-ranking,
respected officers.”

Mara
handed Intrepid a smartphone, displaying a camera feed of the Nimbus Station
street outside Leek Work’s front entrance. It was roadblocked off with Faction
Race Cars, and an entire contingent of Sentinel, Venture, and Assembly soldiers
stood between them, weapons aimed at the ground. Standing in the middle of them
was Duke Exeter.

“Exeter’s
here?” Intrepid said incredulously. He zoomed in on the faction leader, who
looked like he was saying something, but no sound came through. “Turn on the
audio feed.”

“-know
you’re in there.” Duke’s voice cut in mid-sentence. Uncharacteristic of him, he
spoke like he was trying to sound humbled. He was somewhat successful. “Please,
send someone out. We’re willing to talk now.”

“Get
rid of these bayonets,” Intrepid muttered, and he approached the door. He
turned around. “You all,” he ordered, “stay here.” He began unlocking the door,
lock by lock, and slowly opened it. Then he stepped out to meet Duke Exeter.

This warm evening in Industrial Nimbus Station was full of grim,
sweating soldiers.  The men and women in Exeter’s contingent knew they
were here to guard their leader, sure, but as to why *Duke Exeter* was here, that they didn’t know.

 “I’m not one for apologies.” the Duke said, once Intrepid, fully
protected in his Bat Lord armor, exited onto the sidewalk.  The way the
Sentinel Leader spoke and stood was staunch, statue-like in the middle
of his guard in the middle of the street, in defiance of everyone else’s
 obvious discomfort and any associated twitching or wavering.  The
Sentinel Faction Leader had composure.

  Since no one was
pointing a gun at him, Intrepid figured it was safe to communicate.
“What are you here for, then?” Intrepid asked slowly.

“I’m here to work things out, ascertain priorities, make sure our
organizations are not in conflict.” Duke stated.  “The last thing we
need is another civil war.”

  “Trying to imprison your own soldiers is totally in line with preventing another war.” Intrepid said sarcastically.

 “When authority demands it, I’m sure you can understand leaders must do
 questionable things, at times.” Duke said.  “Tell me, are you a soldier
 of the Nexus Force?”

  Intrepid considered.  *Not really*.
 He, Luke, and Mara were more like escapees using the Nexus Force as a
means of change for themselves.  The three of them openly touted their
team-performance and combat-mastery as skills to help others.  *For a time*.  Intrepid freely admitted, to himself, that his involvement in the war at this point was majorly out of self-interest.

  But more recently he’d gained a sense of family loyalty.

  Although that wouldn’t be what Duke wanted to hear.

  “My loyalty is to the Nexus Force.” Intrepid said with a nod.

  “It *was*
 presumed you had an organization, a gang perhaps.” Duke admitted.
"Let's assume my intel was wrong."  The Faction Leader gestured to the
array of storefronts and short alley entrances.  “These old factory
buildings, used by small businesses until the Battle of Nimbus Station,
are now common hideaways for pirates, draft-dodgers, mercenaries,
fugitives.”  Gazing across at Intrepid, the leader’s blue eyes stared
with the intensity of a powerful leader.

  “This is rented
 space.” Intrepid said.  “My friends and I share it for storage.  I’m
just a guy with nothing to hide, and some interesting friends.”  He
shrugged innocently for good measure.

  “Your antics in
Nexus Tower suggested a different impression, but I am a man of second
chances.  That is why I am here.” Duke wrapped up and took a deep breath
 for his next statements.  “I and my fellow leaders have decided, this
war has gone on enough.  The Nexus Force has elected to immediately
eliminate the Second Maelstrom Mine on Crux Prime, and the Nexus Force
needs all of its forces for this final push.  And its commanders.”

  “Jonna and Rover.” Intrepid figured.

  “I said all of its commanders.” Duke repeated.

  “I haven't kidnapped anyone else-”

  Duke raised a hand to cut him off.  “I mean you.  We *are* aware of your achievements on Avant Gardens, and on planet EL15 in the Epsilon Constellation.”

  “Elistra.” Intrepid corrected.

  “We’re mobilizing forces from the entire Nimbus System, even the
factionless.  You’re a team leader, Intrepid Fusion Eclipse, and a
unique one – you don’t have a faction.” Duke explained.  “One day the
Sentinels would love to have you, but right now the entire Nexus Force,
and the Nimbus System as a whole, needs you as you are, to help lead our
 rowdiest group of soldiers: the Failed-To-Perform-ers.  The Avant
Gardens Rejects.”

  Intrepid shuddered, knowing all to well who Duke Exeter meant.

 The “Failed-To-Perform-ers,” or “FTP”ers as they were more commonly
known, was the common name for the serving Nexus Force soldiers fighting
 the Maelstrom on Avant Gardens.  These soldiers, like Intrepid, had no
faction.  There were only two reasons why they could be on Avant
Gardens.  They either opted to stay and fight on the underappreciated
world out of their own accord, like Intrepid – or they utterly failed
the Faction Trials, tests of strength, intelligence, and wit required to
 join one of the Factions, so they were sent back to Avant Gardens where
 they could relax on the Block Yards or fight ‘easy enemies.’  Many of
them went to Block Yards for good reason.

  Of those that
fought, many were unprepared for the madness of Spider Bosses, or sudden
 attacks by hordes of Stromlings that turned the world into a type of
Survival of the fittest.  Odd occurrences happened every once in awhile
on poor Avant Gardens, and many low-level minifigures would be smashed.

 The most recent oddity was an attack by the Maelstrom Dimension on the
Sentinel Base Camp, but Intrepid, Luke, and Mara had been there to
defend it.  They had been there to defend Avant Gardens from many
threats before then.  In a potential future, they may be there still.

  So that’s what Duke was talking about.

  It was a warm evening in Industrial Nimbus Station.   In between a
squad of sweating soldiers, Duke Exeter and Intrepid Fusion Eclipse
stared each other down.

  “Okay.” Intrepid said at last.
“No wait.  Let me get this straight.  You’re sending the Nexus Force’s
objective worst to attack the strongest Maelstrom stronghold on the most
 dangerous world, Crux Prime, and you want *me* to command them?”

  “No, no!” Duke shouted.  “You have it two-thirdsly wrong.  While I *do* want you to command them, it is not to attack the Maelstrom Mine.  *I* and the fellow leaders will lead an army of *Faction Members*,
 the Nexus Force's elitest, to attack the Mine.  But during that time,
the rest of the Nimbus System would be at risk of external attack.  But
they won’t be,” Duke said with a smile, “since you will be out there,
helping the rest of my appointed commanders to lead the forces on Avant
Gardens, Nimbus Station, Pet Cove, Gnarled Forest, and Forbidden
Valley.  Assembly will provide the transports to get the FTP soldiers to
 these locations.”

  “You expect me to be on five worlds at once?” Intrepid asked incredulously.

 “Even if you can teleport, I expect you to select your own
subcommanders, and I did mention other commanders - you wouldn’t be
working alone.” Duke said.  “You’re not the first person I’ve sent a
field promotion letter to.  And in case of trouble, there will be a few
Faction squadrons on call and in reserve as well.  But a Sentinel word
of advice, *there is strength in numbers*.   Avant Gardens is
full of bodies- I mean promising soldiers.  With leadership to guide
them, I know the Nimbus System will be safe.”

  “Why even is everyone else going to Crux Prime?!” Intrepid exclaimed.  “Are you planning a siege or something?”

  Duke sighed.  “Do you know how large the Maelstrom force in underground Crux Prime is?”

  “No.” Intrepid answered.

 “Enough to fill the entire Nimbus System.” Duke said gravely.  “Or
several, entire Nimbus Systems.  Our scanners suggest millions of
Stromlings, and possibly tens of thousands of bosses.  It doesn’t make
much sense, does it, how they could amass that many so quickly?”

  “No, it doesn’t.” Intrepid said.  *It makes perfect sense*, he thought to himself, based on the intel Red gave him.  They were reinforcements from the Maelstrom Dimension.

 “Paradox has theorized they’re a byproduct of the Maelstrom Ore amassed
 under Crux Prime,” Duke said.  “Vanda believes the Maelstrom is
spawning forces straight from the corrupted earth.”

*Close enough*. Intrepid thought.  “Sounds to me you have a mighty task on your hands, then, to destroy it all.” he said.

 “Exactly.  Fortunately, we have the strength, soldiers, tools,
vehicles, and weapons to orchestrate a campaign that will destroy them
all." Duke concluded.  "Unfortunately, it will take a long time,
possibly months, to get a point where we can unleash the Paradox
antitoxin on a Maelstrom Ore deposit itself.  Our Venture Scouts believe
 the Ore is buried quite deeply.

  “So," Duke Exeter posed the important question, "you’ll accept promotion to Nexus Force commander and lead the FTPers?”

  “You’re a Faction Leader.” Intrepid said, and Duke tilted his head
back to stare down at him.  “I can’t say no to this honor.” Intrepid
said at last, outwardly respectful, but inwardly resigned.

 Just when he thought he was an independent, he was still a Nexus Force
soldier.  He was expected to be a co-commander of an army of peasants
large enough to fill the entire Nimbus System, save Crux Prime, while
the Faction Leaders focused their efforts on finishing off Crux Prime
from Nexus Tower.  It was a monumental campaign in a penultimate stage
in the war the Nexus Force was ready to progress into.

  “I accept the role of Nimbus System Commander.” Intrepid declared.

  “You are hereby promoted, Captain Intrepid Fusion Eclipse.” Duke confirmed.

 Captain.  It was a nice title.  For a second, Intrepid considered it
paired with his family name.  He’d never use it, but Captain Talmid had a
 nice ring to it.

  So Intrepid smiled at Duke, waved, and
 the Sentinel Leader bid his farewell.  Soon, Duke Exeter had boarded
his heli-jet with some of his soldiers, and the rest of them meandered
off to their new assignment: Transport to Crux Prime.

  But inwardly Intrepid was screaming to himself that he had to leave too.

 He swung open the door to Leek Works.  “Hi Luke, Mara, Shira,” he
greeted everyone present, “Evelyne, everyone.”  He grabbed the nearest
things: a laptop, some crates of bricks, and stuffed them in his
backpack.  “Everyone pack.  I bet the Nexus Force will be back in the
hour to raid this place."

  "We're compromised after all.” Mara groaned.  "I'll miss Leek Works."

  “You two,” Intrepid said, pointing at Jonna and Rover, “are wanted on Crux Prime.”

  “We heard.” Rover muttered, his mouth a thin line.

  “We all did.” Cyclone said.  He gestured to a stack of letters on the coffee table.  “And we’re *all* wanted on Crux Prime.”

 Kate kicked at the stack, turning it into a pile that slid to the
floor.  “Fresh out of the mailbox.  It was nice knowing you all,” she
said gloomily, “we may as well infect ourselves now.”

  “Except you’d magically get a new body to survive in.” Rover noted.  “Cyclone too.”

  “This isn’t necessarily a suicide mission,” Cyclone said, though he didn’t sound so sure.

  “So who are your co-commanders gonna be, Captain Intrepid?” Luke asked brightly.

  “Can I be a co-commander?” Mara asked.

 “No one here is being a commander!” Intrepid groaned.  “Unless you want
 to, I mean, I’m not.”  He rubbed his head and started pacing.  “I need
time to think."  He turned on his heel.  "There’s too much going on
here."  Pace.  "We’ve got to clear this building and move house," pace,
 "before the Nexus Force gets back," pace, "but I’ve got to locate
Tiberius and Alex," pace, "and I’ve got to figure out a way to fix
Evelyne before the Paradox antitoxin smashes her-"

Intrepid suddenly felt like laying down.  Before he knew it, the floor
was rushing up to him.  He spun himself around, blinked, and found
himself staring at the ceiling, his ears ringing, all sounds muffled and
 his vision blurring at the edges.  His teammates were staring down at
him, saying his name, and someone picked up his hand as his eyes
fluttered and his breathing went from shallow to halting to slowed.
There was nothing they could do to keep him from blacking out.

"The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another." - William James

### Twenty-Nine

A white
ceiling and dancing light.

Intrepid
rolled over to face the flapping drapes. Past the open window were waving
branches with autumn leaves, casting orange, red, and yellow hues into the
plain room.

Where was he at? *How*
long was he out?

He slid
out of the covers, stood up, and found his backpack leaning against a night
table. A quick check through its draws found only two mothballs and some dust
bunnies. Giving the room a once over, there was nothing else of interest.
Intrepid shouldered his pack and exited through the door into an upstairs
hallway with wood panel walls. Past three more sets of evenly spaced doors, all
closed, were the steps he took down.

He
entered into a kitchen, its floor and counters empty and clean, with a wood
table and four chairs. In one of the chairs sat a familiar person in this
unfamiliar house. She had brown hair, brown eyes, and a mature face. She was
someone on his team, but Intrepid couldn’t place her name at the moment. His
brain still felt scrambled.

“I know
who you are,” Intrepid said, thumping his forehead, and taking a moment to look
around. He could see more trees out the window above the sink, and the front
door was on the other side of the room. “Give me a moment. Aha, I remember
you.” he said, and started edging his way to the door.

Allison
Ryder nodded and smiled. “I also know who you are, Aiden Talmid.”

Intrepid stopped dead. “What?”

“Sit
down,” Allison said, “I want to test my psychiatric analysis skills on you.”

“I take
it back, I don’t know who you are.” Intrepid said, not sitting down.

“I’m a
lot of things, whatever I want to be.” Allison said, sinisterly? Or just
awkwardly? She weirded Intrepid out.

“How do
you know me?” Intrepid breathed.

“I
don’t know you *personally*,” Allison clarified, “just who you could be.”

“You’re
from the other dimension.” Intrepid recalled.

“Righto.”
Allison made a hand blaster and fired it. “And in there, our families shared an
intertwined fate.”

Realization dawned on Intrepid. “You’re Kate’s sister.”

“Wrong.”

“I
don’t have time to play games,” Intrepid equipped his armor. He looked outside
again. “Where are the others?”

“Outside.”
Allison answered.

“That
settles it.” He started moving.

“Do you
know Eclipse?” Allison asked.

Intrepid stopped in his tracks again, remembering the girl from Elistra. What
did he know about her?  Nothing.  “How do *you* know an
Eclipse?” he asked.

“I told
you, our families are intertwined.” Allison repeated.

“That
made no sense the first time, and it still doesn’t.” Intrepid muttered. “I need
air.” *To think*, he thought to himself, and he walked to the door.

“You
should ask your uncle Killian about the history of the Talmids and the Ryders.”
Allison called to his retreating form.

“I know
of no such history!” he called back.

“That’s
why you should ask.”

“I
don’t even know where- forget it.” Intrepid yanked open the door, crossed the
threshold, and slammed it shut.

Glowing
rays of sunlight warmed Intrepid’s face from above. It was morning, wherever he
was, facing a grassy yard surrounded by trees. The air was fresh in his lungs.
He could close his eyes and forget himself here.

But he
needed to think. Intrepid rubbed his head again. It hurt to think.

His
ears picked up the sound of swords clanging in the vicinity. Intrepid turned
his head, trying to locate its source. It was somewhere else in the yard, maybe
behind the house, which all he could see of now was the brick siding of its
front patio. Wherever the others were, they were somewhere else outside.

– – – – –

Outside
in the backyard, Cyclone steadied the sword in his hand. He balanced on his
feet, barefoot in the grass, standing opposite his opponent – his training
partner – his mentor – his apprentice.

His
friend.

“Find
your energy,” Cyclone instructed, partly to himself. He closed his eyes and
could feel his imagination spark in his chest, feeling as if it were submerged
in a pool of water. He willed warmth into it and the water began to bubble,
like tea on a flame. “You can feel it, good, that’s good, now focus it through
your arm and into the swor-”

He
opened his mouth and screamed. Someone had whacked him. He shook his head and grimaced,
but that someone was laughing. When she was laughing, it was difficult to be
upset.

“Okay,
that was funny.” Cyclone admitted to Kate.

She
grinned. “You shouldn’t let your guard down. You were saying, ‘Imagine we’re in
a battlefield,’ ‘Imagine there are dragons.’ If I were a dragon, you’d be toast
with your eyes closed.”

“I’m
trying to teach you,” Cyclone sighed, “how to harness our powers! Practice
starts with patience, and cleared minds.”

“I
appreciate it, Psyclone.” Kate said, and laughed again at her own joke.

Cyclone
rolled his eyes. “When I first discovered my powers, it was in a situation of
life or death, and I didn’t know the best way to harness them. I saved myself
thanks to them, but it hurt. It’s safe to channel your power through a weapon,
or a tool.”

He
pulled a Force Blade of Lightning from his backpack. “This is a Force Blade of
Lightning.” Cyclone said.

Kate squinted
her eyes. "I see.” she said.  “It is a Force Blade of Lightning.”

“What
if the lightning came from your hands?”

Kate
held up her hands and shook her head. “Sounds like it’d hurt. I say no thanks.”

“That’s
exactly my point, because then our hands are the medium.” Cyclone punched the
air and picked up his previous sword, a Short Sword of Stunning. “But metal
doesn’t have nerves.”

“An
alchemist may disagree with you.” Kate said.

“Do you
know an alchemist?” Cyclone asked, though he did wonder for a second if he had
been advocating hurting a sword.

“No,”
Kate snorted, “and I know nothing about alchemy either.”

Cyclone
facepalmed when she spent another five seconds snickering. “This is serious,”
the brown haired boy groaned. “Tell me you weren’t like this in class.”

“I
was,” Kate said seriously, “but I took classes from home, so there was no one
to hear me complain.”

Cyclone
twirled the sword and furrowed his brow, in concentration, and concern. “No
one? Not even your parents?”

“Definitely
not my parents.” Kate said, spinning her blade. She let it stop pointing
upwards. “What were you saying again, about harnessing our power?”

“Find
it,” Cyclone started again, “focus on it, and-”

A bolt
of lightning suddenly erupted from the tip of Kate’s longsword, and Cyclone
barely covered his ears in time before the booming crack of thunder accompanied
the arc of electricity into the top of the nearest tree. Sparks flew and some
branches hit the ground in flame.

Cyclone
ran to put them out, blinking to fix his eyes which still saw the streak of
light every direction he looked. “A little warning next time!” he shouted over
the echoing in his ears, but he felt pretty exuberant. They were getting
somewhere.

“Neat!”
Kate whooped and grabbed Cyclone around the shoulders. “What other tricks do
you know?” she asked eagerly.

“That’s
it,” Cyclone admitted. “I didn’t really have a teacher myself. I guess
lightning must come naturally?”

“Oh hey,”
Kate said.

Cyclone
followed her gaze to see Intrepid rounding the corner of the house. Its walls
were stacked brick fin the front, and white painted wood in the back where they
were now. It had two floors and an attic under its latitudinal-facing roof. The
boy had equipped his Bat Lord gear, and slowed to a walk as he looked around.

“I
heard combat.” he said.

“We
were training.” Kate explained. “Things got explodey.”

“I
heard.” Intrepid repeated. “Where is this? Where is everyone?”

“They’re
probably awake now, or out of bed, now, thanks to Kate.” Cyclone said, checking
his watch. “Everyone was pretty lagged when we got to this Avant Grove. It’s
around 4AM, Nimbus Station time.”

“That
explains it.” Intrepid said. “How long have I been out? And who’s property is
this? Is everyone here?”

“We’re
all here: your teammates, your sister, Rover, Skilled Honored Ninja and Strange
Odd Shadow, even Jonna,” Kate said, “and some guy named Calm Thoughtful Tornado
who Luke and Mara told us to check on.”

“Lucky
for him we found him in a pizza place,” Cyclone related grimly. “The Nexus
Force raided your Nimbus City apartment when he was gone. No doubt they’ve done
Leek Works, too.”

“Did we
get our stuff out?!” Intrepid exclaimed in alarm.

“We all
donated backpack space. Everything’s here, even the elevator.” Kate said, and
Intrepid sighed in relief. “As for how long you’ve been counting sheep...”

“You
don’t sleep a lot, do you Intrepid.” Cyclone stated.

“Thirty-two
hours.” Kate said flatly.

“No
wonder I suddenly feel very hungry, and other things.” Intrepid said, looking
faint.

Cyclone
went to the back door and held it open for Intrepid and Kate. “Let’s go
inside.”

“This is one of the properties I owned before Kate and I got stranded.” Cyclone
explained as they entered the back hallway.

“How did you get a house?” Intrepid asked, taking in even more additional
rooms. Archways in the hall lead into a lounge on the house’s right side and a
study room full of bookshelves on the left. There was another doorway leading
down to a basement. The kitchen and stairs to the upper floor were ahead.

“There was a team of Assembly guys who built houses on Nexus Tower."
Cyclone explained.  "Cool guys. I bought this house from them and put
it here. It came in modules. Kate, Rover, and Blade helped set it up.”

“You said that when we left this universe, everyone in the universe forgot
about us, or something along those lines.” Kate told Intrepid. “We’re counting
on that to keep us hidden, since except for automated messages, like the latest
recruitment notices, we’ve gotten no mail, from any living people, at all.
Including old friends.”

“Rover certainly remembers you.” Intrepid said, as footsteps began thumping
down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Yeah, and so did you, somehow. Crazy how nature does that.” Kate said. “I
wouldn’t think too hard about it, though. And,” she added with a smile,
“neither should you. You might faint.”

Intrepid nodded, even though he knew what had happened that caused Cheerful
Power Rover to remember Cyclone and Kate. The Buccaneer was the one person
Intrepid contacted after Red told him to bring Cyclone and Kate back, and it
was Red who had reminded Intrepid about Cyclone and Kate.

It had been easy for Intrepid to find Rover. The Buccaneer had made himself one
of the top generals of the Venture League. He was on motivational posters and
magazine covers. Every Venture in Nimbus Station spoke his name in awe. The
first time they’d met after Cyclone and Kate’s return, in Nimbus Plaza,
Intrepid recalled an injured Venture Adventurer in crutches approaching them.
The Adventurer had saluted Rover and said, “I used to be an adventurer like
you, but then I took an arrow to the knee.”

Intrepid didn’t want to admit, however, that it was *he* who hadn’t
remembered the others in Cyclone and Kate’s circle of friends. He could
remember some other prominent names, like Krill Mathias or Lord Brocktree. But
it had been so long ago, and so many things had happened to and concerning *him*
since then….

“I’m sure if you contacted your friends, they would remember you.” Intrepid
said sincerely. It had been instant-realization with him and with Rover, and
speaking of the Buccaneer, he was the first person down the stairs.

“There you are,” Rover yawned, stretching the sleep out of his body. “I thought
it was raining? I woke up to thunder.”

“We all did, sleepyhead.” came Luke’s voice. He and Mara clomped noisily down
behind Rover, but unlike Rover they were practically sleepwalking. They were
still in pajamas too.

Mara opened one eye. “Oh, look, Intrepid’s alive.” Then she fell into a chair and
dozed off. Luke kind of stopped at the end of the stairs and stood there
holding the banister.

Rover sighed and pointed his chin at Mara. “Unlike some people, I sleep like a
soldier, so I’m awake and at attention.” He glanced into the kitchen. “So, my
fellow generals, what’s our plan to attack hunger today? Still cereal?”

“There’s
not much else for breakfast.” Cyclone said apologetically. “Someone can make a
run to Nimbus Station and get more food.”

“Skilled Honored Ninja is unrecognizable.” Intrepid said.

“He’s tagged, though.” Cyclone said. “When you were asleep, Luke and Mara
figured out how the Sentinels found your base in the first place. They were
able to track us based on the genetic samples Shadow, Ninja, and the other me
provided to the Assembly lab at Nexus Tower.”

“Then can’t they track us here?” Intrepid questioned.

“We brought some sort of jammer with us from Leek Works, which Luke adapted to
block the genetic tracker too.” Cyclone said. “Or so we hope.”

One by one the others made their way down to the kitchen to partake in
Cyclone’s Everlasting Box of Corn Flakes. Intrepid was glad to see Allison
Ryder wasn’t among them, she must have gone upstairs, although he did wonder
about what she’d told him.

While the house had Everlasting Corn Flakes, it unfortunately had only a finite
supply of bowls and spoons, so they had to take turns rinsing each bowl and
rationing the precious gallon of milk they had, also not everlasting. There was
water from a well outside, some quarts of orange juice, and spaghetti for
later, but the general mood was one of urgency in the face of impending
shortcomings.

“We can’t stay in this house eating cereal forever.” Edgar reminded everyone
once he was finished washing his plastic bowl, which he gave to Skilled Honored
Nina, who went to join Shadow, Shira, and Evelyne at the little table. “Some of
us are expected to deploy on Crux Prime within the week.” the Shinobi
continued, leaning against the wall and putting his hands in his pockets. “Even
the reserves are being called up.”

“Whach’s the Facshon Leaders plan anyway, shrow sholdiers at the mine until
there’s no more Maelshtrom?” Shrill asked in between mouthfuls of dry corn
flakes.

“More like throw soldiers at the mine until there’s a clear path to inject the
Paradox’s antitoxin into a Maelstrom Ore deposit.” Intrepid recalled. He
imagined a single Paradox scientist running as fast as his legs could carry him
through a tunnel full of Stromlings, chased by said Stromlings, holding a syringe
and trying to inject it into a glowing rock. “I’m highly doubtful they can
accomplish that anytime soon, though. Exeter said it would take months.”

“The Paradox antitoxin would be a gas,” Cyclone envisioned. “Duke’s ‘months’ probably
referred to the estimated time it would take for Vanda’s team to refine another
of it. Apparently the Faction War slowed Paradox’s R and D down, a *lot*.”

“So why are they attacking now?” Luke asked.

“*We*,” Edgar corrected, “have to do something about the Maelstrom’s
growing army. They’ll attack first if we don’t.”

“Except our Nexus Force can’t win a war of attrition against the Maelstrom
Dimension.” Intrepid said grimly. “There is a universe’s worth of Stromlings
being supplied into that mine so long as out dimension is a target, or so long
as they have a means to get here. The Paradox antitoxin may be our best bet to
holding them off.”

“You have the Unverse Manipulator,” Kate stated, turning to where Intrepid sat
on the stairs, “so we could probably use its teleportation ability to steal
some of the antitoxin, then go and stick the Maelstrom with the antitoxin
ourselves.”

“We’d just need to reverse-infect any sample of Maelstrom Ore in the mine.”
Cyclone said.

“Thanks for reminding me about that thing,” Intrepid said, standing up. “Luke,
where’s our stuff?”

“In the basement.” the boy replied.

“Thanks.” Intrepid headed for the other set of stairs, leading down, and
Cyclone and Kate darted after him.

“Think we can actually do it?” Kate asked excitedly. “Finish this war
ourselves?”

“It’s a good plan. I can try and get Red’s guidance.” Intrepid said.

“That mysterious girl you know.” Kate identified.

“Yeah.” Intrepid fell silent as he felt for a lightswitch. It was dark in the
basement, and he didn’t want to trip on anything. He pulled a cord hanging from
the ceiling, and a lone bulb clicked on above the landing, lighting up just
about nothing. Intrepid, Cyclone, and Kate found flashlights in their backpacks
and switched them on.

“It’s all Leek Works stuff down here.” Kate said. “We put the lab’s stuff in
the center.”

Intrepid panned his flashlight to follow where she pointed, and settled on a
stack of boxes. “Can I borrow your helmet?” he asked Cyclone, and the brown
haired boy handed him his Space Marauder helmet.

With its infrared vision, Intrepid found the box with the Unverse Manipulator
and brain activity monitor easily. He pulled them out and made sure all his
wiring was still attached. The Unverse Manipulator looked fully recharged, so
Intrepid activated it.

“There’s another command I want to try out,” Intrepid said, and he stared at
the Unverse Manipulator in his hand. “Print the location of Tiberius."

“Voice commands?” Cyclone asked, as the Unverse Manipulator began to relay
images for only Intrepid’s mind’s eye to see, but the attached LCD displayed a
string of coordinates, which Intrepid wrote down in a notepad.

Intrepid nodded. “Find Alex.” he said, and the Unverse Manipulator went to
work. He considered the rest of his family, who he already knew where on
Elistra they were buried, unless Tiberius did an Evelyne on them too. Well,
he’d find out eventually. He wrote down Alex’s coordinates alongside
Tiberius’s, they were close to the same, meaning they were in the same
location. “Anyone else we want to find?”

“There was someone else working with Tiberius,” Cyclone remembered. “Some
girl.”

“Mysterious.” Kate commented.

Intrepid handed the Manipulator to Cyclone, and the Space Marauder pictured
what he knew of her. Dark combat gear and a feminine figure. It wasn’t much,
but through whatever cosmic means it had, the Unverse Manipulator knew who
Cyclone was thinking about. Intrepid read off the coordinates it printed and
began to write them down.

“They’re different.” Intrepid said. He took note of the numerous zeroes
prevalent in the early digits. They were relative coordinates, so that meant…

Intrepid straightened. He listened closely to the sounds of breathing in the
basement. He breathed in and held his breath. Cyclone was breathing in. Kate’s
mouth was closed. Someone was breathing out

Someone else.

Someone behind him.

Intrepid grabbed the Unverse Manipulator from Cyclone right before he felt arms
grabbing him around the chest. Then his lungs suddenly felt like they were
about to explode, his heart stopped breating, and he felt like his essence was
being ripped out of his body, leaving parts of him to catch up. It was the
feeling of being involuntarily transdimensionally maneuvered.

When his body felt normal again, Intrepid was no longer in the house’s basement
in Avant Grove. Where he was now it was dark but not from an absence of
artificial light, rather an absence of natural light. It was nighttime on
Elistra. He was lying on his back on a rocky hill facing the overcast sky, and
someone was trying to put a mask on his face.

### ***Thirty***

The stars went
dark.

Air.  Intrepid needed air badly as the mask that
his unseen assailant pressed on his face both blocked his breathing in, and was
like a vacuum sucking the breath in his lungs out – not to mention his unseen
assailant was pinning him down so he couldn’t move.

But he could think.

The Bat Lord
activated his Shield Slam and a wave of stunning was sent outwards – the force
on him was lifted as his attacker was sent flying.  He yanked the mask off and got to his feet,
just when he saw the flash of an Unverse rift, and boots flying at his face.

Intrepid reacted
quickly and telepositioned himself a pace back.
His attacker fell short and he was able to shoulder his shield where
their face should be.  Instead it swished
in the air and he held back a stumble, before he was struck in the back and
falling to the ground.

Another transdimensional
manipulation later and he transformed his falling momentum into forward motion,
teleporting behind his attacker and knocking them down instead.  But in the starlight he saw them twist
acrobatically and jump-kick their body into the air.

Intrepid needed to
move before that jump-kick came for him.
He mentally gripped his Unverse Manipulator and sent himself to Elistra
City’s Main Street.  His attacker
reappeared a moment later, and Intrepid dodged the kicks with a shift farther
down the street.  But now, bathed in
yellow streetlamps, he could see *her*.

She was dressed in
a type of suit that looked carbon-gray in the light, but nearly invisible in
the dark.  Her face was behind a
similarly-constructed mask that covered her nose and jaw, but ninja-like with
openings for eyes he couldn’t see, since they were obscured by a visor.  Behind her mask, dark black hair billowed
out, still held in the air from the immediateness of falling from the rift.

They were that
fast.

She hadn’t touched
the ground before re-entering Unverse.
Intrepid didn’t blink and jumped in too.

They rematerialized
at opposite ends of the street.  They
switched back without a pause – and back again – and getting closer as Intrepid’s
destination was hers, and hers him.  It
was a test of endurance and Intrepid wasn’t sure how much his Unverse
Manipulator could take, or if he would succumb from dizziness first.

So he sent himself
lightyears across the galaxy and nearly knocked Cyclone and Kate back from the
rush of air displaced by his intradimensional reposition.  He saw their brown and red hair blown back
from the faces in the glow of their flashlights before Intrepid fell into a stack
of Leek Works boxes, in the center of Cyclone’s Avant Grove estate’s basement.

“Welcome back.”
Kate said.

“You’re still
wearing my helmet.” Cyclone noticed.

Intrepid was barely
on his feet again before another blast of air signaled another Unverse arrival
and he figured he was about to be pushed back into the pile.  Cyclone shouted a warning, but by the time it
left his mouth Intrepid had already gone into the space between universes, and
come out of it falling from the basement’s ceiling, arms outstretched to grab
the new arrival and pin her for a change.

As Intrepid fell,
she executed the same maneuver and in an instant was above *him*.

Not to be a step
behind, Intrepid zipped to the room’s corner.
His attacker followed him, but by then he was at the room’s opposite edge.

Cyclone and Kate
could only watch in bewilderment, and turn their flashlights aimlessly as flashes
of light popped up all over the basement, above them, around them, here and
there and back again.  A few seconds and
a hundred transdimensional manipulations later, Cyclone hissed, “Let’s set a
trap.”

Kate opened her
mouth to say, “I can’t predict where they’re going to go *at all*,” just before the flashes disappeared entirely.

Intrepid was in
Unverse, willing himself to materialize as fast as possible *anywhere else* – someplace unpredictable.  He landed on Monument Bob’s head – his
attacker was there.  He zipped to the
Venture Explorer, in its infected state – he turned around and his attacker was
behind him.

Unfollowable was
impossible so long as she was following *him*.

In between Raven’s
Bluff, Sentinel Point Zeta, and Vanda Darkflame’s office in Nexus Tower, Intrepid
figured it out.  He had to go someplace
he already was.

Red was a firm believer
that time travel was impossible.
Intrepid wasn’t so sure he agreed, but for now it wasn’t necessary.  He had an Unverse Manipulator, he had only to
go to another universe.

Intrepid landed in
Avant Gardens outside the Sentinel Base Camp, in the same place and dimension
where he’d met Strange Odd Shadow.  As
expected, the person trying to capture him reappeared on top of him – but he
hadn’t expected her to be *so* *close*.
The heel or her boot caught him in the jaw – Intrepid heard a *Crack* as Cyclone’s Space Marauder helmet
took the impact of it.  He got away
quickly, teleporting himself into the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by
Stromling Mechs and screaming, shouting, brave Nexus Force recruits – here he
reassessed his intentions.

Now that he was in
the two-years-slow dimension, Intrepid only had to find himself.  What was he like at 13 years old?  He was best friends with fellow FTPer Sergeant
Ghost Mustache.  He hadn’t met Luke and
Mara yet.  2012 was just one year after
he followed Uncle Killian’s footsteps and joined the Nexus Force.  He was a well-established soldier and
do-gooder on Avant Gardens – he was having the time of his life.

Elistra had not
been attacked yet.

But this dimension’s
Beck Strongheart didn’t recognize him.

An Unverse rift
opened and Tiberius’s henchwoman smashed through the metal body of a Stromling
Mech – its parts went flying for miles.

No time left to
dilly dally.  Intrepid let the girl
approach, then he equipped his Flash Bulb and took a stunning picture, leaving
her stunned for a moment.  Then he pictured
the face he saw in a mirror, and he was yanked several lightyears out of the
Nimbus System.

Intrepid reappeared
in the air in his bedroom on Elistra, with light blue walls and an open window
facing the sun - falling facefirst to the floor.  He let himself hit the ground, it was
carpeted, and incapable of hurting him in his armor.  He heard a gasp as he stood up, followed by shocked
silence as he pulled Cyclone’s helmet off his head, and turned to face the boy
on the bed.  An opened chapter book held
in his hands slid from his grasp – it fell to the floor, losing its place.

*So I didn’t join the Nexus Force in this*
dimension? *Intrepid figured.  This*
version of him would not go by Intrepid, his NF moniker, then.  The younger Aiden Talmid looked about the
same as Intrepid remembered from team pictures of the time, except maybe his
hair was neater, shorter; his face was cleaner, and he was overall less scruffy
looking than a boy fighting in a war.

“Who are you?!” the
younger Aiden squeaked, in a high-pitched voice that Intrepid had willfully forgotten
he had - Intrepid raised a finger to his face and shushed.

“Stay put,”
Intrepid ordered, then he dove under the bed.
His younger self’s head appeared over the edge, the opposite of staying
put – but then Intrepid heard the rush of an Unverse Rift opening, followed by his
younger self being pulled out of view, and his muffled screaming – *his* muffled screaming, as the gray-clothed
girl forced the mask of asphyxiation on the younger Aiden’s face.

Intrepid grimaced
and excused himself from this alternate reality – in an instant he was back on
his dimension’s Elistra.  He had no doubt
the girl chasing him would figure out she had the wrong Intrepid, it would
happen soon, he was sure - but in the time it would take for her to recalibrate
her Unverse Tracker, Intrepid could turn the tables.

Intrepid took a
deep breath and recharged his weapons.  He
put his Bat Lord helmet on.  His shield
and abilities were ready.  He took
another deep breath, gripped his weapons hard, and directed the Unverse
Manipulator to take him back to the other Elistra.

He rematerialized
in the alternate version of his bedroom.
Intrepid saw his younger self lying wide-eyed on the bed, breathing, thankfully
without the terrible mask on his face – it was clasped in the belt of the transdimensional
ninja girl.  Held furiously in her hands
was her Unverse Manipulator, a device looking much like Red’s that she gave to
Intrepid, hanging off his belt now.  His
assailant stood unmoving, her eyes were shut tight as she put her concentration
into reprogramming the device, mentally ordering it to find *him*.

When her eyes shot
open, Intrepid was already moving.  He
did not give her time to react before knocking her on the side of her head with
his staff, and in her sudden loss of focus and balance, Intrepid shield slammed
her facedown to the floor.  There he hit
her armor repeatedly with his shield – anti-kinetic forces of her suit kept
repelling his arm back, but his strength, his will persisted.  Slam.
Slam.  Slam.

Eventually his
attacker stopped moving, stunned to immobility.

It was over.  Intrepid had won.

Intrepid let himself collapse to the
floor.  He rolled to face the ceiling and
closed his eyes, just letting himself breathe for a moment.  His jaw would need some healing, and frankly
his entire body was sore from the beatings he’d taken lately.  He sat up and downed a Notion Potion to
replenish his drained imagination spark.
Each transdimensional jump took a bit of his energy, and his final
shield slam just about depleted him.

The moment of rest passed and Intrepid stood
and faced the other people in the room.
He looked down at the young lady who chased him this far.  His shield hadn’t knocked her out, just
immobilized her so she wasn’t able to move.
Intrepid looked to her face, which was turned away and obscured by a
mask anyway.  There was good reason to
getting some identification.

There was also an Unverse Manipulator
somewhere on her person.  *It would be a good idea*, Intrepid
realized, *to take it*.

Intrepid reached to spin her over but jumped
back at the last moment, and there was a flash of light and an implosion of air
as the gray girl disappeared from the universe.
Intrepid flinched and braced himself for her return, but no more rifts
opened.

He hadn’t been too late, he’d dodged another
trap.

The last person there was the Aiden from this
dimension.  Intrepid gave the room a once
over, before turning to face the younger boy.
He was staring at Intrepid intently, first at his general form and then
shifting his gaze to his face, once he’d turned around.  Intrepid did feel bad about using him as a
distraction, but it was necessary.  It
had helped him.  *He* had helped him.  For that
reason, Intrepid figured he owed him some explanation.

How was he supposed to do that?

Intrepid tensed an arm.  He held up a hand, awkwardly.  “Hello.
Aiden.”

“Are you, *me*?”
the younger Aiden asked.  “From the
future?”

“Something like that.” Intrepid replied.

“What are you doing here?”

Intrepid considered.  The truth of the matter was, it was to save
his own skin.  “I’m here to save you.”
Intrepid said, which may have been a lie.

*But not*
if I make it true. *Intrepid realized.*
*I’m the transdimensional traveler*
now*.  He had enough with Red’s*
beating around the bush, and him being kept outside the loop, waiting to
receive important information.  Here he was
in a position to do better.

“You know the Nexus Force?” Intrepid
asked.  Aiden nodded.  “Heard of the Maelstrom?”

“Uncle Killian went to fight them four years
ago.” Aiden said.

“They’re going to attack this planet,”
Intrepid warned, “and if they’re not stopped, they will smash *everyone*.  You need to get help.”

“Who can help, where can I get it, and the
Maelstrom is attacking when?” Aiden questioned.

Intrepid racked his brain.  “Next month.
Mid-February.  There’s already
Darklings here,” he recalled from when he and Kate were transported to this
dimension.  How that had happened still
made no sense to Intrepid, but it was beside the point.  “For help… do you know an Edgar?”

Aiden shook his head.

“Sergeant Ghost Mustache?”  Shake.
“Luke Mercury?  Mara?”  Shake.
“Hazel Wentworth?”  Earnest
shake.  Intrepid shook his head too.  He forgot this Aiden hadn’t even joined the
Nexus Force – he’d never know these people.
“You know nobody.” Intrepid grumbled.

“I know my family.” Aiden retorted.  “My father, uncle, grandfather – they’re all
fighters.  I can contact Killian.”

“Good idea.” Intrepid thought, although back
in his dimension, his uncle had been MIA during this time according to
Alex.  Even now, Intrepid didn’t know
where the older Talmid was.  *Although I can find him now*, Intrepid
realized.

“Go to the Nexus Force recruiting station,”
Intrepid advised, “and tell them the Maelstrom are here.  They’d better do something about it, but if
they don’t,” he put his hand on Aiden’s shoulder, “You have to promise me
you’ll get yourself and our family off this planet.”

“Where would we go?” Aiden asked.

“Nimbus Station is safe.” Intrepid said.  “Avant Gardens is a warzone, but mostly under
control - and there are good people there you should meet.”

Aiden nodded, and Intrepid stepped back.  He was just about ready to go, when he
remembered one more interesting person.

It was a long shot, and two parts of a larger
puzzle, but these two pieces Intrepid had were worth trying to put together….

“Do you
know an Eclipse Ryder?” Intrepid asked.

“We’re neighbors.” Aiden said
surprisingly.  “She lives down the road.”
  It was surprising because it was a difference to Intrepid.  He
never knew an Eclipse in his past.  And her surname was Ryder?

“She might be able to help... keep an eye on
her.” Intrepid ordered.  Then his ears
pricked, at the sound of footsteps approaching outside the door, his door, in
his house.

His family lived here. He could see them.

Or he could not, Intrepid composed himself.  “I’ll see you again.” Intrepid promised.  “You’re not going to be alone when the
Maelstrom attacks.  I will make sure you
will never be alone.”

Intrepid gripped his Unverse Manipulator and
with a flash of light and a blast of air filling the vacuum he left, Intrepid
re-entered the emptiness of Unverse.

He pictured his destination.  He needed to get back to Cyclone and Kate, so
they could plan stealing the Paradox Antitoxin and reverse-infecting his
dimension’s Maelstrom Ore, to put an early end to the Future Maelstrom’s attack.  But they needed to first plan on stopping
Tiberius, rescuing Alex, and saving Evelyne.
It was all back in his dimension.

And Intrepid was picturing his dimension, but
not moving.  He was in the space between
universes longer than he should have been.
Every other Transdimensional Jump was instantaneous, some slightly
longer than others depending on the distance in space being traveled.  But here he wasn’t conscious of any motion at
all.

A terrifying thought permeated the blackness
into Intrepid’s head.

The Unverse Manipulator was out of power.

Or low on it.

It ran on Imagination, Intrepid knew.  He could power it, if his imagination spark was
even relevant in Unverse.  He didn’t even
have a body in Unverse.  But he imagined the
device close to his soul.  Sharing his
essence, Intrepid felt ethereal relief when he comprehended motion again.

*Reserve*
Power Mode Activated*, the manipulator spoke to him.* Unverse
Drawing and Positioning Service disabled.
In transit to Safe Destination hashtag Three, Code Red.

Red had mentioned loading safe
destinations into this Unverse Manipulator, Intrepid remembered.  He hadn’t the faintest clue where any of them
could be.  But he could see the light of
an Unverse Rift opening in his path.  He
mentally set his jaw and prepared himself for landing.  He was about to find out.

The rift approached…

The rift passed…

And Intrepid landed hard on a floor of
dirt.  His shoulder hit it head on and
was immediately achy.  Apparently the
Unverse Manipulator didn’t do soft landings when in Reserve Power Mode.

Intrepid blinked several times, before
realizing the place he was in was just dark, and musky.  The floor smelled like decay.  He pressed his hands on the ground next to
his head, and found that he’d just missed landing headfirst in a puddle of mud
when his right hand sank into it.  He got
to his feet quickly and wiped his hands on his armor.

He was in some sort of underground network,
from the looks of it.  Dim flickering
torchlight gave minimal illumination at T-sections.  The floor, walls, and ceiling were hewn out
of dirt, with moss and fungus growing on the walls.  Intrepid turned on his heel, trying to figure
out which was out.  The Unverse
Manipulator was useless, so he would have to walk.  He was in some sort of catacombs?

Someone coughed in the distance.

*Or*
dungeons? *Intrepid thought.*

*It would help to have a map of this place*, Intrepid mentally
grumbled to himself.  He began walking to
the nearest intersection.  There were
only nondescript dirt walls between where he landed and there.  Looking down both directions, there were
again no doors to be seen, but the paths did curve in opposite directions.

He stopped when he
heard footsteps and the dancing of personal torchlights approaching around the
right side path.  Instinctively Intrepid ducked
back into the hallway and pressed himself against the wall.  Even if this was one of Red’s “safe
locations,” and Intrepid was doubtful it even was, the place had not yet proven
*itself* to be friendly for Intrepid to
trust it.

The footsteps grew
close enough for Intrepid to detect they were many in number, and then they reached
the hallway entrance.  Intrepid held his
breath as they passed.  They were a group
of six.  The three in the front held
torches and looked like knights out of a fantasy book, clanking about in black armor,
dark metal boots, and shiny chain mail, with swords and daggers at their hips.  And the three in the back were Paradox Space
Marauders?

Somehow the Paradox
passed without noticing him, and Intrepid nearly stopped breathing when he saw
them.  He exhaled sharply and inhaled
graciously when they were gone.  There
was no reason they *hadn’t* seen him,
unless their tech wasn’t turned on….

Intrepid switched
out his Bat Lord helmet for Cyclone’s Space Marauder Rank 3 helmet, which he
still had for some reason.  Putting it
on, the device immediately complained of low power.  Looking about, Intrepid could see several
lifeforms separated fairly evenly behind the left passage.  There were more people physically above him,
on an upper floor, and that was all the range the helmet wanted to display.  He was definitely underground.

Intrepid noted the
position of the nearest patrol, coming up behind him, and all the others he
could see, and darted off on the left path towards the evenly spaced lifeforms.  As expected, he rounded a bend and found
himself facing a cavern lined with metal barred cells.  Some were empty, but most were occupied with ragged
looking minifigures.  There were few
torches in this room, only with the assist of Cyclone’s helmet could Intrepid
see them at all.

He stepped forwards,
his boots squelching in the mud.  No one
perked up.  Intrepid breathed heavily and
recoiled, the stench was worse here.  He
doubted any of these prisoners –*people*,
had showered in days.  Or weeks.  Or months.

He had almost
cleared the last row of cells, when something caught his eye.  Hanging over the top bars of the last cell on
the left was a shield.  There was
something on it, invisible in the dark, but Intrepid had a flashlight.  It took several noisy jiggles before it finally
projected a steady beam of light.
Intrepid gasped when he saw the shield’s crest.

There was nothing
else in his universe identified by a yellow delta on a banner, except the crest
of the Talmid Family since the days of the Talmid Letter Company.

*If this is here*, Intrepid wondered, *is a member of my family here..?*

Slowly Intrepid aimed
the flashlight past the Talmidian shield, past the bars of the cell, to shine
on the opposing dirt wall, from which a vest and other clothes hung.  The flashlight also lit up the silhouette of
a man seated on the cell’s one bench, in the middle of the floor, faced away
from Intrepid.

The man wore a ratty
sleeveless tunic on his torso, and plain pants covered his legs.  His bare arms were pale in the flashlight
glow.  He had dark hair, thin and
disheveled.  His face, Intrepid could not
see, until after several moments the man shifted in the light.

And he turned
around.

“Killian.” Intrepid
breathed.

Killian Talmid
squinted in the face of the flashlight, and Intrepid quickly angled it downwards
out of his uncle’s eyes, aimed so Killian’s face remained lit in the edge of
its glow.  Intrepid’s heart stopped at his
uncle’s face.  Sweat glistened on his
forehead and his dark eyes were watered.
When Killian opened his mouth, it was to cough.  The moisture on his face did nothing to clean
the dirt caked on his cheeks, in his hair, in his beard, if anything it made it
stickier.

When Killian stopped
coughing, it was to ask in an awfully tired sounding voice, “Art thou here to take
me up to thou kangaroo court again?
Sentence me to more punishment?
Or hath thou finally considered my dire need for a bath?”

“What the brick did
you just say?” Intrepid exclaimed in dismay.

Intrepid saw what
could have been recognition flash on his uncle’s face at the sound of his voice.  Killian flexed his jaw, sighed, and started
to turn around again. “It can’t be.” Intrepid heard him mutter.  “Just another Rogue guard confounded by the
beauty of olde speech-“

“It’s me Aiden!”
Intrepid screamed.  “What are you doing
here Uncle Killian?!”

“Thou shalt address
me by Sir Talmi- what?” Killian turned back around again, wincing as he twisted
his spine too quickly.  When he opened
his eyes again, they were still squinting.
“Let me see your face.” he ordered.

Intrepid aimed the
flashlight at his face, and then remembered to pull off his helmet.  He held the light in front of his chest and
tilted it up.  “It’s me.” he said.  “Aiden.
Your nephew.  I haven’t seen you
in-”

“Four years.”
Killian finished.  “Thanksgiving day, 2010.  You’re looking older than I remember.  I didn’t think I’d see you again so late… so
soon… here, of all places.”  He coughed
again, and wiped the moisture out of his eyes, smearing dirt from his arms
across his face.  He didn’t seem to
notice or care.  “You’re not with the
Rogues, are you?”

“Rogues?” Intrepid
repeated.

“Paradox Rogues.”
Killian clarified.  “They’re working with
thedude, and Vladek.”

“Paradox Rogues from
the *Faction War*?” Intrepid asked
again.

“Not so loud,”
Killian hissed.  “The guards may come
back any second.”  He looked about
furtively, uselessly in the dark.
Intrepid put Cyclone’s helmet back on and glanced around.  The helmet didn’t detect a patrol, *yet*.

“I don’t need to
know how you got here then,” Killian continued, “but you need to leave.  However you came here, for whatever reason,
you must go.   Now.”

“Not without you,
buddy,” Intrepid declared.  He studied
the bars.  They were a solid type,
sturdy.  It would take a sharp sword to
cut them, or a shot with his drill to blow out the lock.  “We’re going to leave this place, you and me,”
Intrepid said, finding his replacement Drill of Blasting.  He aimed it at the lock.  “You’ve been gone too long from your family.”  He pulled the trigger and nothing happened.

*What?* Intrepid pulled the trigger again, but the drill refused to
fire.  He equipped his Elite Cleaver
instead and began sawing its serrated edge against the lock’s edge.  It was cutting, slowly but surely…

“You can get me out
of this cell,” Killian said, “but I can’t leave Militiregnum.”

“Why?!” Intrepid
shouted angrily.  “I’ve come all this way
– by accident – *not* to just leave you
here.  There’s so much you need to know,
so much you can do to help - so much you could have done…”

Intrepid finished
sawing the lock.  He swung the door open
and rushed in to grab Killian’s arms, and with his help his uncle rose,
unsteadily at first, to his feet.  Looking
down, Intrepid saw they were bandaged, quite poorly.  Intrepid tried accessing his backpack to get
some clothes for Killian, but to his dismay his mind drew a blank.

“We’re far from a
Nexus.” Killian said.  “We have to make
do without imagination benefits here, not to mention the electricity ban.”

“Why did you come
here, Uncle Killian?” Intrepid sighed, letting Killian put his arm around his
shoulders – he walked him out of the cell.
“Going on a crusade?  Fulfilling a
boyhood dream?”

“Have you heard of the Knights of the Olde
Speech?” Killian said.  “We were a mercenary
organization,”

“Based out of
industrial Nimbus Station,” Intrepid guessed.

“55 unemployment
road, to be exact.”

“That’s next door to
Leek Works.” Intrepid said.

“We got this job
from the deposed king here, his majesty King Matthias Moracol-“ Killian stopped
suddenly.  “Guards.” he whispered.

Intrepid swung his
Bat Lord staff off his back, and gave his cleaver to Killian.

“We’ll smash if we
fight them.” Killian said.  “You can’t
rebuild here, and I can’t burden you with protecting me.  It’s time for you to go.”  He slung his arm off Intrepid and nudged him weakly
away.

“I have an Unverse
Manipulator.” Intrepid protested, grabbing Killian’s hand.  “I got here with it.”

“I hath not the
faintest idea what an Unwhat Manipulator is, but pray you can leave here with
it too.” Killian knocked Intrepid’s hand off him again, and handed him the
sword.  Intrepid could hear stomps of
another patrol approaching behind him.
“Now run!”

So Intrepid ran.  He grabbed the Unverse Manipulator from his
belt and willed it to work.  It felt cold,
dead, but a moment later it lit up and Intrepid sighed in relief.  *Get me*
out of this place*, he willed it, only for a picture to appear in his head*
of the universal symbol for “low battery.”

He tried to find his
Imagination spark, but reaching inside himself was like digging in quicksand,
or reaching inside a full laundry basket of heavy clothes.  Wet clothes.
He couldn’t stand to leave Uncle Killian to be re-imprisoned.  But he and Killian both agreed he couldn’t
leave *himself* to be imprisoned
either.

*I’ll come back*. Intrepid thought determinedly.

*I’ll come back after.  I.  Leave*!

An unverse rift
opened in front of Intrepid and he fell in.

**END OF PART SIX**