The "Get Violent" Video Game RPG

[Blacklight]

Sora stood there stunned. This "Spyro" was pretty strong for his size.

"Nice to meet ya Spyro. I'm Sora. And I learned how to glide about a year ago. But thats not important right now. We gotta deal with these Heartless."

A few minutes later all of the Heartless were defeated. Sora turned to Spyro. "So what world are you from. I can tell you're not from around here."

Spyro was never the type to give up an oppurtunity to gloat.

"I'm from the Dragon Realms. I'm a hero there. I saved my world multiple times. And I'm looking for two of my arch-nemesises, who of which I have to get back to seaching for!"

Then Spyro started to gallop away, yelling "See you around, Sora!" Before he glided away.

***********

Gliding and jumping on the rooftops of New York, Spyro realised something after his encounter with Sora. He's gonna need some re-enforcements to take on not one, but two of his most dangerous enemies, and two of his friends came to mind, so then he had an idea.

"Hey Sparx! I have an idea, but you'll need to use your magic powers..."

 

[Steven3691]

I am very very irritated at not finding my prey. He is nothing but a coward, I said to myself. I followed his prescence in the force, following his tracks. I came and entered a park of somesorts. I walked over to a nearby civilian passing. I picked him up with the force. "Where is Jack of Blades!?!?,'' I demanded furiously, "I...I..don't..know what..your..talking about, put me down, please!,'' the man pleaded and begged, "You are weak,'' I said while crushing him with the force, his bones cracking and smashing together like a futarian ale can (equivlant of beer can). "Aaahhhh!!!,'' a women screamed, I force pushed her into a nearby lake and shot force lightning at the water, electrocuting anything and everythin in and around the lake, I began building up my anger, reaching tremendous levels of dark side energy. I shot my hand up towards the sky and unleashed a tremendous burst of force lightning, it engulfed everything around me, trees, equipment, benches, people everything. "Where is Jack of Blades!!!,'' I roared angrlily, "If I don't have him withing my sight in one hour, you all die!!! I boomed angrily.

 

[Apprentice]

The journey from The Natural History Museum to St. Patrick's Cathedral was brief and thankfully uneventful, and Lara used the time to study her companion. He was older than her, and experience had obviously wisened him considerably; bearded, he seemed as though he were far more aged in spirit than in body, and she suspected that he had witnessed horrors that no-one should be subjected to. The mention of his daughter had seemed to wake a woeful, forlorn side of them that he had been quick to conceal. This told her that he did not tolerate self-weakness, no matter the circumstances. Lara had contemplated the possibility of him being a double agent; after all, the mugging had been rather coincedental. Fortunately, she had swiftly devised a tactic to rpotect her from any traitorous movement, and she exercised this strategy as they exited the taxi and strode warily towards the cathedral. It towered over the pair, ancient spires striking upwards at the heavens as intricately-designed stained glass windows came alive with the light of the Sun.

"It is beautiful," Lara said softly, pausing to admire the neo-Gothic architectural feat. "But danger often does hide itself behind beauty. And I have a feeling that our adversaries are ready for us within...well, me. They underestimated me on the plane, and they've no doubt learned from the incapacitation of their agents. You could be the ace up my sleeve. I want you to wait outside; if I'm not out within ten minutes, then act as you see fit. You've obviously fought before, Mister Fisher, but this may not be the kind of combat you're accustomed to." She paused for a moment, mentally checking off what she had covered in her speech. This allowed her time to test Fisher's loyalty, so if a betrayal was imminent, she had time to prepare herself. If he wasn't, then he could be her salvation. She swung her backpack around and delved into it; when her fingertips struck the cool metal of her pistols, she drove them into her jacket holsters in a single, fluid movement. "I think it's quite empty; most people are at the Christmas markets, I suppose."

With that, she stalked inside, alert but not tense. The inner cathedral was rather simple and unassuming, consisting simply of darkly-hued stone walls and rows of wooden pews. Few tourists were scatted about the place, with two robed priests at the forefront of the massive chamber. As she shuffled inside, she moved to check the GPS, only for the edge of a blade to dig lightly into her back. She cursed inwardly - the attacker had come from behind.

"Now, Miss Croft, would you like to direct me to this jewel?" The voice was gruff, the tone fierce. "And don't think I won't use this knife. It's already stained with Larson's blood."

"My, my. Aren't you a treat?" she quipped lightly, and began to hope that Fisher had decided against remaining outside...

 

[Byrd Man]

The journey from The Natural History Museum to St. Patrick's Cathedral was brief and thankfully uneventful, and Lara used the time to study her companion. He was older than her, and experience had obviously wisened him considerably; bearded, he seemed as though he were far more aged in spirit than in body, and she suspected that he had witnessed horrors that no-one should be subjected to. The mention of his daughter had seemed to wake a woeful, forlorn side of them that he had been quick to conceal. This told her that he did not tolerate self-weakness, no matter the circumstances. Lara had contemplated the possibility of him being a double agent; after all, the mugging had been rather coincedental. Fortunately, she had swiftly devised a tactic to rpotect her from any traitorous movement, and she exercised this strategy as they exited the taxi and strode warily towards the cathedral. It towered over the pair, ancient spires striking upwards at the heavens as intricately-designed stained glass windows came alive with the light of the Sun.

"It is beautiful," Lara said softly, pausing to admire the neo-Gothic architectural feat. "But danger often does hide itself behind beauty. And I have a feeling that our adversaries are ready for us within...well, me. They underestimated me on the plane, and they've no doubt learned from the incapacitation of their agents. You could be the ace up my sleeve. I want you to wait outside; if I'm not out within ten minutes, then act as you see fit. You've obviously fought before, Mister Fisher, but this may not be the kind of combat you're accustomed to." She paused for a moment, mentally checking off what she had covered in her speech. This allowed her time to test Fisher's loyalty, so if a betrayal was imminent, she had time to prepare herself. If he wasn't, then he could be her salvation. She swung her backpack around and delved into it; when her fingertips struck the cool metal of her pistols, she drove them into her jacket holsters in a single, fluid movement. "I think it's quite empty; most people are at the Christmas markets, I suppose."

With that, she stalked inside, alert but not tense. The inner cathedral was rather simple and unassuming, consisting simply of darkly-hued stone walls and rows of wooden pews. Few tourists were scatted about the place, with two robed priests at the forefront of the massive chamber. As she shuffled inside, she moved to check the GPS, only for the edge of a blade to dig lightly into her back. She cursed inwardly - the attacker had come from behind.

"Now, Miss Croft, would you like to direct me to this jewel?" The voice was gruff, the tone fierce. "And don't think I won't use this knife. It's already stained with Larson's blood."

"My, my. Aren't you a treat?" she quipped lightly, and began to hope that Fisher had decided against remaining outside...

I grab the mugger by the shoulder, the blade resing on Croft's back retracts, he tries to swing it at me and I grab him by the wrist. It makes a solid pop as the wrist shatters to pieces and the knife falls to the floor with a clang.

"Mother ****er!"

I grab him by the head and knee him dead in the forehead. I could use lethal force, but I choose not to in public like this.

"Nighty, night, sweetheart."

I finish him off with a roundhouse kick to the jaw, he falls to the floor, he's passed out as soon as his head hits the floor.

"Sorry about barging in like that. In my defense, you look liked you needed the help.

 

[Apprentice]

I grab the mugger by the shoulder, the blade resing on Croft's back retracts, he tries to swing it at me and I grab him by the wrist. It makes a solid pop as the wrist shatters to pieces and the knife falls to the floor with a clang.

"Mother ****er!"

I grab him by the head and knee him dead in the forehead. I could use lethal force, but I choose not to in public like this.

"Nighty, night, sweetheart."

I finish him off with a roundhouse kick to the jaw, he falls to the floor, he's passed out as soon as his head hits the floor.

"Sorry about barging in like that. In my defense, you look liked you needed the help.

"Trust me, I appreciate it," Lara responded, whipping her pistols into the open. The few tourists shrieked and scrambled at the sudden rush of violence (as well as the implication of more to come); the priests, however, remained strangely still. Fisher had proved himself as a trustworthy ally, at least for the moment, and so Lara felt comfortable heading into danger with him at her side. "I hate to cause such a panic, but I have a feeling that pleasantries are going to be dispensed with here. Are you armed?"

At that moment, the preists span, their robes whipping to and fro as they moved. Several miniature blades were sent hurling towards the pair; Lara yanked Fisher down behind a pew, wincing as the knives sunk into the wood. Gripping her firearms, she curled her fingers around the triggers and cursed quietly.

"I don't like killing, but if it comes to it..." She fell silent. "I'll take the left 'priest'. You take the right. Ready?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Trust me, I appreciate it," Lara responded, whipping her pistols into the open. The few tourists shrieked and scrambled at the sudden rush of violence (as well as the implication of more to come); the priests, however, remained strangely still. Fisher had proved himself as a trustworthy ally, at least for the moment, and so Lara felt comfortable heading into danger with him at her side. "I hate to cause such a panic, but I have a feeling that pleasantries are going to be dispensed with here. Are you armed?"

At that moment, the preists span, their robes whipping to and fro as they moved. Several miniature blades were sent hurling towards the pair; Lara yanked Fisher down behind a pew, wincing as the knives sunk into the wood. Gripping her firearms, she curled her fingers around the triggers and cursed quietly.

"I don't like killing, but if it comes to it..." She fell silent. "I'll take the left 'priest'. You take the right. Ready?"

I reach into my bag, removing my modified five-seven and my CQC battle knife.

"Umm...what did you say you use to do?"

I smile as I move down the pews, getting ready to attack the "priest" on the right.

"I worked abroad. Ever heard of The NSA?"

I leap out into the open, dodging flying knives as I charge the priest.

 

[Apprentice]

I reach into my bag, removing my modified five-seven and my CQC battle knife.

"Umm...what did you say you use to do?"

I smile as I move down the pews, getting ready to attack the "priest" on the right.

"I worked abroad. Ever heard of The NSA?"

I leap out into the open, dodging flying knives as I charge the priest.

Lara darted out from behind the pew and hurtled towards her opponent. Another barrage of blades were launched towards her, but she threw her slim, athletic form into a side roll and came up into a crouch. She squeezed the triggers and bullets lanced outwards, striking the last knives free of the robed man's grasp. With that, she leapt forward and struck out with one booted foot; the assault clipped his jaw and sent him sprawling. As Fisher felled his enemy, she retrieved the GPS unit that Larson had left behind for her and scanned the monitor.

"NSA...National Security Agency, yes?" she mumbled as she analysed her findings. "Ah. According to this, the jewel we're looking for is in a small chamber above the main hall. We should move quickly, before the authorities arrive."

"Lead the way."

 

[Byrd Man]

Lara darted out from behind the pew and hurtled towards her opponent. Another barrage of blades were launched towards her, but she threw her slim, athletic form into a side roll and came up into a crouch. She squeezed the triggers and bullets lanced outwards, striking the last knives free of the robed man's grasp. With that, she leapt forward and struck out with one booted foot; the assault clipped his jaw and sent him sprawling. As Fisher felled his enemy, she retrieved the GPS unit that Larson had left behind for her and scanned the monitor.

"NSA...National Security Agency, yes?" she mumbled as she analysed her findings. "Ah. According to this, the jewel we're looking for is in a small chamber above the main hall. We should move quickly, before the authorities arrive."

"Lead the way."

I follow Lara up a catwalk high above the main hall.

"This the place?"

"Yes. I might need a boost up."

I crouch down, holding my hands out. She puts her foot in my hand and I lift her up to reaching distance of the chamer's opening.

"Back to topic. I use to work with the NSA....that's all I guess I can say."

 

[Apprentice]

I follow Lara up a catwalk high above the main hall.
"This the place?"

"Yes. I might need a boost up."

I crouch down, holding my hands out. She puts her foot in my hand and I lift her up to reaching distance of the chamer's opening.

"Back to topic. I use to work with the NSA....that's all I guess I can say."

"How interesting. You must have seen your fair share of combat...although I'm sure you've never seen anything quite like this. Even I've never assaulted a priest before," Lara commented, only to be assualted by a barrage of stale dust that billowed outwards as she tugged at the battered old barrier. It swung open and she reached inside, her half-gloved digits curling around a softly-clothed item. She grasped it and leapt down from fisher's grip, eagerly prising it open to find - "It's some sort of device. By the looks of it, it's counting down to --"

She cried out as a jolt of electricity lashed out and spidered through her body. The device partially imploded, and she tossed it away as it was consumed by a small blossom of flame.

"We were tricked, the jewel isn't here!" She snapped about as quiet footsteps drew ever closer.

"You're right, Miss Croft, it is not," a familiar figure said in response, grinning.

Lara's brow creased into a frown. "...Mister Larson...?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"How interesting. You must have seen your fair share of combat...although I'm sure you've never seen anything quite like this. Even I've never assaulted a priest before," Lara commented, only to be assualted by a barrage of stale dust that billowed outwards as she tugged at the battered old barrier. It swung open and she reached inside, her half-gloved digits curling around a softly-clothed item. She grasped it and leapt down from fisher's grip, eagerly prising it open to find - "It's some sort of device. By the looks of it, it's counting down to --"

She cried out as a jolt of electricity lashed out and spidered through her body. The device partially imploded, and she tossed it away as it was consumed by a small blossom of flame.

"We were tricked, the jewel isn't here!" She snapped about as quiet footsteps drew ever closer.

"You're right, Miss Croft, it is not," a familiar figure said in response, grinning.

Lara's brow creased into a frown. "...Mister Larson...?"

In a flash, I turn and draw my gun on the intruder. The only thing that stops me from shooting him is Lara's confused ton.

"You know him?"

The urge to shoot him is pretty strong. Nobody sneaks up on me.

 

[Apprentice]

In a flash, I turn and draw my gun on the intruder. The only thing that stops me from shooting him is Lara's confused ton.

"You know him?"

The urge to shoot him is pretty strong. Nobody sneaks up on me.

"Sam, this is the man that called me to America in order to obtain this precious jewel. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have received the message that he was killed in his office this morning." Lara directed one of her pistols at Larson's head. "It can be rectified, unless you'd like to explain what is happening here."

"I will, Miss Croft, in all due time. But we must hurry; I have a jet waiting, and my bribes will only keep the authorities away for so long," Larson informed her, holding his hands freely in the air. "We can talk when we're airborne...if you two will lower your weapons, of course."

"...what do you think?" Lara murmured to Fisher.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Sam, this is the man that called me to America in order to obtain this precious jewel. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have received the message that he was killed in his office this morning." Lara directed one of her pistols at Larson's head. "It can be rectified, unless you'd like to explain what is happening here."

"I will, Miss Croft, in all due time. But we must hurry; I have a jet waiting, and my bribes will only keep the authorities away for so long," Larson informed her, holding his hands freely in the air. "We can talk when we're airborne...if you two will lower your weapons, of course."

"...what do you think?" Lara murmured to Fisher.

I look from the man to Croft and back. I slowly lower my gun and knife.

"Hold on."

I approach the man, moving quickly as I get closer. I Grab his neck and swiftly patting him down for weapons.

"He's clean. No weapons on him. Now let's go."

 

[Apprentice]

I look from the man to Croft and back. I slowly lower my gun and knife.

"Hold on."

I approach the man, moving quickly as I get closer. I Grab his neck and swiftly patting him down for weapons.

"He's clean. No weapons on him. Now let's go."

They were aboard the jet within minutes, each of them strapped in as the pilots went about the pre-flight preparations. Lara eyed Larson warily as he sipped at a glass of water and set it down, silently mulling over how to explain the events of the last twenty-four hours. Impatient, Lara chose to interject.

"Tell us what's going on," she demanded. "I'm rather angry about all this, I'm afraid, and I'm positive that you won't like me when I'm angry."

Larson swallowed hard and proved the edge of his glass with an errant finger. "I didn't know where to start, but since we're being blunt...I didn't find any secret jewel or emerald that I needed you to keep safe."

"Then why did you want me to come to America? So you could ambush me, kill me?"

"Nothing so...nasty," Larson assured her. "Please, allow me to continue. There's this organisation, a secret society, of sorts. It's been around for centuries; it keeps the world of myth and archaeology in check. Dangerous artefacts, rogue hunters, anything that challenges their hidden dominion...they ensure that the world remains 'balanced'. They call themselves The System. However, something has happened within their ranks. They've begun to target people. They targeted me."

Lara steepled her fingers and threw a bemused glance to Fisher. "Why does this concern me? Before I received your call, I'd never even heard of you."

"Nor I, you," Larson shot back indignantly. "Thing is: you're the next on their list. And when I found out about your...skills...I knew that you would be able to help me. Unfortunately, they discovered what I was up to and tried to stop us making contact."

"The attack on the plane? The attempted mugging?" Lara questioned.

Larson nodded slowly. "All attempts by them to finish you off. But then you reached the museum."

"And Lara was told that you were dead, right?" Fisher enquired. "Was that another one of their tricks?"

"...actually, that's where I came in. I had to see if you were good enough, if the reputation that preceded you didn't set the bar too high." Larson paused. "I guess your friend here was just a stroke of luck."

"Apparently you're the hero of the hour," Lara commented dryly to Fisher. "So, where to now?"

"I was hoping one of you could tell me. Perhaps you have hideouts or somewhere we can stay out of sight for a small while?"

Lara sighed. "Sam? Do you?"

 

[Byrd Man]

They were aboard the jet within minutes, each of them strapped in as the pilots went about the pre-flight preparations. Lara eyed Larson warily as he sipped at a glass of water and set it down, silently mulling over how to explain the events of the last twenty-four hours. Impatient, Lara chose to interject.

"Tell us what's going on," she demanded. "I'm rather angry about all this, I'm afraid, and I'm positive that you won't like me when I'm angry."

Larson swallowed hard and proved the edge of his glass with an errant finger. "I didn't know where to start, but since we're being blunt...I didn't find any secret jewel or emerald that I needed you to keep safe."

"Then why did you want me to come to America? So you could ambush me, kill me?"

"Nothing so...nasty," Larson assured her. "Please, allow me to continue. There's this organisation, a secret society, of sorts. It's been around for centuries; it keeps the world of myth and archaeology in check. Dangerous artefacts, rogue hunters, anything that challenges their hidden dominion...they ensure that the world remains 'balanced'. They call themselves The System. However, something has happened within their ranks. They've begun to target people. They targeted me."

Lara steepled her fingers and threw a bemused glance to Fisher. "Why does this concern me? Before I received your call, I'd never even heard of you."

"Nor I, you," Larson shot back indignantly. "Thing is: you're the next on their list. And when I found out about your...skills...I knew that you would be able to help me. Unfortunately, they discovered what I was up to and tried to stop us making contact."

"The attack on the plane? The attempted mugging?" Lara questioned.

Larson nodded slowly. "All attempts by them to finish you off. But then you reached the museum."

"And Lara was told that you were dead, right?" Fisher enquired. "Was that another one of their tricks?"

"...actually, that's where I came in. I had to see if you were good enough, if the reputation that preceded you didn't set the bar too high." Larson paused. "I guess your friend here was just a stroke of luck."

"Apparently you're the hero of the hour," Lara commented dryly to Fisher. "So, where to now?"

"I was hoping one of you could tell me. Perhaps you have hideouts or somewhere we can stay out of sight for a small while?"

Lara sighed. "Sam? Do you?"

I pause for a second. I haven't know these people long. How do I know I can still trust them?..What the hell, I have nothing left anymore.

"Yes. I have a place we can stay. Tell the pilot ot set a course for Virginia Beach"

A Few Hour Later

Larson and Croft walk close behind as I lead the way down the docks of the Virgina Beach waterfront.

"Here we are."

I point to the houseboat floating in the dock.

"Casa de Fisher. It's not much, but you better believe nobody will look for the two of you here."

 

[Apprentice]

I pause for a second. I haven't know these people long. How do I know I can still trust them?..What the hell, I have nothing left anymore.

"Yes. I have a place we can stay. Tell the pilot ot set a course for Virginia Beach"

A Few Hour Later

Larson and Croft walk close behind as I lead the way down the docks of the Virgina Beach waterfront.

"Here we are."

I point to the houseboat floating in the dock.

"Casa de Fisher. It's not much, but you better believe nobody will look for the two of you here."

Lara smiled warmly at the vessel and turned back to Fisher. "It's delightful, Sam. I didn't take you for the boat type," she said cheerfully, and stepped inside. Larson began to explore, leaving Lara and Fisher alone. "I was hoping we'd have a chance to talk alone. I wanted to thank you...for all of this. After all, you barely even know me."

 

[Byrd Man]

Lara smiled warmly at the vessel and turned back to Fisher. "It's delightful, Sam. I didn't take you for the boat type," she said cheerfully, and stepped inside. Larson began to explore, leaving Lara and Fisher alone. "I was hoping we'd have a chance to talk alone. I wanted to thank you...for all of this. After all, you barely even know me."

I lean up against the small kitchen's counte as I talk.

"You don't have to thank me. Since I stopped working for the goverment, I've needed something to do. This seems right up my alley."

I turn to the fridge, pulling out a soda for myself.

"Now that we have a chance to catch our breath. How about we get to know each other? Tell me about yourself, I've heard of you, but I don't know a thing about you."

 

[Apprentice]

I lean up against the small kitchen's counte as I talk.

"You don't have to thank me. Since I stopped working for the goverment, I've needed something to do. This seems right up my alley."

I turn to the fridge, pulling out a soda for myself.

"Now that we have a chance to catch our breath. How about we get to know each other? Tell me about yourself, I've heard of you, but I don't know a thing about you."

Lara propped herself up against the wall and gazed out of the window, admiring the azure ocean as she spoke, nostalgia settling in. "My mother died when I was nine years old. I spent the rest of my childhood caught between two very different worlds - my father's love of archaeology and my father's wealth and financial prosperity. He was a great man, but torn between conflicting lifestyles and never managed to combine them as well as he could've. When he passed away, I inherited his estate. Now, I use it as a base of sorts whilst I venture around the world on various expeditions and misadventures." She chuckled softly. "What about you? You seem like a very mysterious man."

 

[Byrd Man]

Lara propped herself up against the wall and gazed out of the window, admiring the azure ocean as she spoke, nostalgia settling in. "My mother died when I was nine years old. I spent the rest of my childhood caught between two very different worlds - my father's love of archaeology and my father's wealth and financial prosperity. He was a great man, but torn between conflicting lifestyles and never managed to combine them as well as he could've. When he passed away, I inherited his estate. Now, I use it as a base of sorts whilst I venture around the world on various expeditions and misadventures." She chuckled softly. "What about you? You seem like a very mysterious man."

"Well, my story is your typical one. Boy joins the Navy out of High School. Boy becomes a SEAL, bounces around with the CIA and NSA. I had a wife, Regan. She died years ago. I also had a daughte, Sarah..."

I pause for a moment, trying to catch my breath and push on without breaking down.

"She was killed last year. A drunk driver ran her down."

I think about the many missions I went on and the countless men I harmed and killed.

"I've done something I'm not proud of, but I did those things to protect my country and to serve my country the best I could."

There's a long pause as I sip my soda.

"Heh. Guess you didn't want to hear some sob story."

 

[Apprentice]

"Well, my story is your typical one. Boy joins the Navy out of High School. Boy becomes a SEAL, bounces around with the CIA and NSA. I had a wife, Regan. She died years ago. I also had a daughte, Sarah..."

I pause for a moment, trying to catch my breath and push on without breaking down.

"She was killed last year. A drunk driver ran her down."

I think about the many missions I went on and the countless men I harmed and killed.

"I've done something I'm not proud of, but I did those things to protect my country and to serve my country the best I could."

There's a long pause as I sip my soda.

"Heh. Guess you didn't want to hear some sob story."

Lara reached over and squeezed her companion's shoulder reassuringly. "Oh Sam, I'm so sorry. I can only imagine what you must be going through...f I ever lost a child, I don't know what I'd do." She paused, staring into his sorrowful eyes. "You're a very good man. I don't want you to get tangled up in this unless you're certain you're willing to be. I don't want to wait here for this 'System' to find us; I want to go and find them."

 

[Byrd Man]

Lara reached over and squeezed her companion's shoulder reassuringly. "Oh Sam, I'm so sorry. I can only imagine what you must be going through...f I ever lost a child, I don't know what I'd do." She paused, staring into his sorrowful eyes. "You're a very good man. I don't want you to get tangled up in this unless you're certain you're willing to be. I don't want to wait here for this 'System' to find us; I want to go and find them."

I look into Lara's eyes and smile.

"What the hell? If, terrorist, the chinese, russians, arabs, and the whole country of North Korea can't kill me. What chance do these ****** have?"

 

[Apprentice]

I look into Lara's eyes and smile.

"What the hell? If, terrorist, the chinese, russians, arabs, and the whole country of North Korea can't kill me. What chance do these ****** have?"

Lara grinned. "Oh Mr Fisher, if you were a few years younger..."

She rose as Larson walked into the room and beckoned for him to sit.

"Larson, we need details - how did you realise that you were a target of the System? Anything that you can tell us that would help us track them would be appreciated. Sam, this is probably your area of expertise rather than mine...would you like to ask any particular questions?"

 

[Byrd Man]

Lara grinned. "Oh Mr Fisher, if you were a few years younger..."

She rose as Larson walked into the room and beckoned for him to sit.

"Larson, we need details - how did you realise that you were a target of the System? Anything that you can tell us that would help us track them would be appreciated. Sam, this is probably your area of expertise rather than mine...would you like to ask any particular questions?"

I crouch down in front of him while I talk.

"Thank you. Now, Mr. Larson. Where were you when you found out about this 'System'? Did you recive a note of any kind? Did anyone personally warn you? What were you working on last? Did you do anything to get on their radar?"

I must admit, I'm not use to interogating somone who's willing to answer. Most of the time, I have to grab them in the dark and press a knife to their throat before they feel like talking.

 

[Gallagher]

Kyle Katarn.

The RavenClaw's computers were all contradicting each other as sirens blared on board. Kyle Katarn rocked in his seat the bumby ride sending his concentration out the proverbial window. "Blast! The cockpit is fogged, can't see a damn thing." He exclaimed plummeting, unbeknown to him, toward the river.

Many of the citizens of New York didn't care to look up. Between strange beings and a seemingly endless tide of demons, one downed spacecraft was nothing to fret over.

Katarn, now out of his seat and reaching for his weapons looks back toward the window's just in time to see the big blue-green of water. He kicked out the door and jumped out, bringing himself into a perfectly performed dive, landing headfirst into the river. The cold hit him like a dagger, he had to call upon his training to stop himself from going into shock. Shaking off the hazy feeling in his head he swam upwards, gaining momentum, pulling himself through the water. He reached the surface and propelled himself upwards, gasping for air he somersaulted in mid-air landing with a roll onto the grassy surface below him. A park. He stayed on all fours for a moment while he caught his breath, "Not as young as I think I am" he says to himself, rising back to his feet with a grunt.

Looking around him he took in his surroundings, it reminded him of Corellia, or some such world. Many inhabitants and structures all populating a sprawling concrete jungle. He heard a scream from a distance...

I am very very irritated at not finding my prey. He is nothing but a coward, I said to myself. I followed his prescence in the force, following his tracks. I came and entered a park of somesorts. I walked over to a nearby civilian passing. I picked him up with the force. "Where is Jack of Blades!?!?,'' I demanded furiously, "I...I..don't..know what..your..talking about, put me down, please!,'' the man pleaded and begged, "You are weak,'' I said while crushing him with the force, his bones cracking and smashing together like a futarian ale can (equivlant of beer can). "Aaahhhh!!!,'' a women screamed, I force pushed her into a nearby lake and shot force lightning at the water, electrocuting anything and everythin in and around the lake, I began building up my anger, reaching tremendous levels of dark side energy. I shot my hand up towards the sky and unleashed a tremendous burst of force lightning, it engulfed everything around me, trees, equipment, benches, people everything. "Where is Jack of Blades!!!,'' I roared angrlily, "If I don't have him withing my sight in one hour, you all die!!! I boomed angrily.

"Sithspit." He cursed under his breath, drawing his lightsaber and jogging off to investigate. Kyle had been on this planet a matter of minutes and already he'd found himself thrown into some trouble with Dark Jedi. "Why are they always dressed in black?" He wondered to himself drawing nearer to the figure. "Hey! Nerf herder! How's about a taste of your own medicine" he jeered sending forth a barrage of Force Lightning...

 

[Blacklight]

As Gold observed his surroundings, it sort of reminded him of Goldenrod City, but the buildings were much larger, and more abundant. Gold, unlike many of his friends and rivals, had no Pokemon he could fly or ride. However, he was a very good walker. He caught three of his current five Pokemon by walking through forests and caves. The other two being his starter Pokemon given to him by Professor Elm, and the other hatched from a black and yellow PokeEgg. Gold continued marching through the Park until a sudden boom went off in the distance.​

BOOM!​

Gold ran and follwed the noise to it's source. He pulled out one of his Pokeballs as he sprinted, until the sight of two beings, one in a glorious gold and red armor, and the other a pinkish, Jigglypuff-resembling figure floating around, fighting monstrous creatures, stopped him.​

The creatures looked zombie-like, and the heroic duo were having a tough time. Throwing the Pokeball, he commanded​

"Typhlosion! Fire Blast!"​

His trusted partner and first Pokemon then roared before summoning a supernova of flames that incinerated all the zombies. The two were intrigued. Gold then walked over to his Pokemon and pet it's head before having the goliath put back in his Pokeball. Gold then let out a smile.​

"Hi. I'm Gold. What are your names?"​

The shiny armored figure and the pink puffball approached Gold, and they both held out their hands, or stubs in the pink one's case. Gold then shook them and smiled.

"My name is Samus Aran. And this is..." she responded turning to the being, who just kept bobbing and waving happily. "...I have no idea. He just popped down from space on a huge star that exploded when it hit the ground. It doesn't speak english very fluently..." Then the puffball floated up behind Samus' head. "..and it won't go away either." She finished with an irritated tone. Then Gold got down on one knee next to the round thing, and took out any empty pokeball, and poked it's head with it to see if it was a pokemon. The ball didn't even move, and his pokedex got nothing. It obviously wasn't a pokemon, but Gold was curious...

"Hi, there. My name's Gold."

In a high-pitched voice, the puffball responded "Hiiiii!"

"What's your name?"

The creature couldn't answer him properly, and instead started fretting around and flailing it's arms, so then Gold pulled out a pad and pencil, and the puff smiled, and started scribbling and scratching down it's name, before floating and latching on to Samus' back. Gold stood back up and read it aloud.

"Kirby?"

Then Kirby smiled and nodded really fast.

"Okay. Nice to meet you, Kirby. Now how did you get here?" Gold asked looking at Samus.

"My ship crashlanded here, and I ended up fighting some greek whackjob, and barely got away with my life, so I repaired my suit and ran into my little friend here..."

"Well do you both want to travel with me? I'm also not of this land, so we should stick together."

"Yaaaay!" Kirby said gleefully as he then started to latch onto Gold's back.

"Sure. I've got nothing better to do." Then the trio of heroes started their expedition...

 

[Steven3691]

Kyle Katarn.

The RavenClaw's computers were all contradicting each other as sirens blared on board. Kyle Katarn rocked in his seat the bumby ride sending his concentration out the proverbial window. "Blast! The cockpit is fogged, can't see a damn thing." He exclaimed plummeting, unbeknown to him, toward the river.

Many of the citizens of New York didn't care to look up. Between strange beings and a seemingly endless tide of demons, one downed spacecraft was nothing to fret over.

Katarn, now out of his seat and reaching for his weapons looks back toward the window's just in time to see the big blue-green of water. He kicked out the door and jumped out, bringing himself into a perfectly performed dive, landing headfirst into the river. The cold hit him like a dagger, he had to call upon his training to stop himself from going into shock. Shaking off the hazy feeling in his head he swam upwards, gaining momentum, pulling himself through the water. He reached the surface and propelled himself upwards, gasping for air he somersaulted in mid-air landing with a roll onto the grassy surface below him. A park. He stayed on all fours for a moment while he caught his breath, "Not as young as I think I am" he says to himself, rising back to his feet with a grunt.

Looking around him he took in his surroundings, it reminded him of Corellia, or some such world. Many inhabitants and structures all populating a sprawling concrete jungle. He heard a scream from a distance...



"Sithspit." He cursed under his breath, drawing his lightsaber and jogging off to investigate. Kyle had been on this planet a matter of minutes and already he'd found himself thrown into some trouble with Dark Jedi. "Why are they always dressed in black?" He wondered to himself drawing nearer to the figure. "Hey! Nerf herder! How's about a taste of your own medicine" he jeered sending forth a barrage of Force Lightning...

I just got done finishing off my threat when I sensed a powerful lightside prescence nearing me. I turned around to see a jedi approaching me. "Ah, is no place free from you vermin!?!, I asked angrily, "I don't believe I have seen your face before, I am Darth Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith!,'' I boomed powerfully, "You sure have come far to die Jedi!,'' I drew my lightsaber, thumbing it to life, it's crimson blade shimmering as it gave off it's reddish glow. I extended my hand and shot a tremendous amount of force lightning at his direction. "Eat this you coruscanti grub!,'' I shouted