megamania
Hero
STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI
SEGMENT 059
“The Good Samaritan Law”
“Yes it does my pretty, pretty, pretty boy toy.” Vander’s large armored form softens and shrinks. A black haired, blue skinned woman dressed in red leather armor stands before him. “Only you and Christina guessed the truth. Christina only because of her dead mother’s aid. I have come to respect your team Jim Addards. You especially. You are a survivor. You can tap into inner warrior whenever you need to but not become trapped there like Vander. You appreciate life like Jean. You see its wonder and awe like Christina. You understand honor and duty like Roger Stevens. However you chose not to be a follower. I respect that. I was sent here to retrieve the very item you seek. Also to kill your party if I can. In spirit of the game reality we are guests within, I will not do this. Instead- I will allow the game to consume and destroy you instead. Goodbye.”
“huh?”
Suddenly the burned wall gives way. Megamania, aka Jim Addards, falls with it. He tries to grab at anything he can but can not. He falls into a darkened area. A deep pit. A very deep pit.
The air whistles over his ears. How deep can it be? He asks himself. Remembering this world is unlike any other, he decides too deep. He checks his belt. Nothing of any use there. Where is Jean when I really need her. He whines to himself. She would fly us out. Oops. Not me. I can’t fly….
“Baff!” he says out loud and hits his own head. “I can fly damn it!” The mask glows faintly through his covered eye slits. He begins to slow down. The air no longer whistles by his ears. His night vision mask is however not working for him. By calling up on his ability of Spellfire, he has begun to glow. This glow is washing out his ability to see in the dark.
Now hovering, Megamania removes his ball cap and mask. The glow and light he produces illuminates a balcony before him. Looking up and down, he appears to be in a deep pit with railed balconies on the sides. This pit was either man made or built onto at a latter date.
Deciding it would be better to conserve his energy he lands on the balcony and turns off his power. The glow goes away faintly but in this deep darkness, the faint glow stands out. “Damned if I do, Damned if I don’t,” he says shaking his head. He checks the energy level on his weapon. It is near full but with no extra clips for the near future…. He checks next if his ion charged billy club is still with him. It is. “Oh-Kay-Dokee- Time to get out of here.” He says aloud.
He marks the floor by scratching in “Long Live Rock and Roll” and with a smirk he moves onward. He hopes to find stairs leading up in this crazy round pit. Bad memories of the Bleakstone Tower of Styxville cross his mind. Though no where as deep, it was similar in design. Glass encased elevators went up and down inside and outside the small skyscraper. He suspected he would find no elevators here.
In time he does find some stairs and begins to climb them. Level by level. After ten minutes and his thighs and calves begging for no more he begins to count the layers. Between 35 and 36 he thinks he heard something. Slowing down and pausing at the base of each stairway, he is quite certain he is not alone by level 40. At level 42 he discovers the cause. A body.
The thin human with long pointed ears in dressed in boiled leather. His leg is broken and has many bad cuts and deep bruises. He seems unable to breathe and looks at Jim like he is a devil. The man gurgles and wheezes at him weakly. Jim looks at him uncertainly. The man stiffens and passes out.
“Crap!”
He immediately checks him over what injuries he has. “ABC Dude! ABC.” Jim checks the airways. There appears to be nothing blocking his Airway. Breathing. Nope. Circulation. Jim pulls off his leather glove and checks for a pulse. “Dammit!”
He pinches the strange man’s nose and pulls back the back by the chin. He checks for the air going in which it does as he breathes in twice. “Dude- you better be a good guy- I’d hate to have to kill you after doing this crap!” The leather armor restricts Jim’s ability to do CPR. He is ready to cut it open when he spots the tie cords and scraps. He quickly yanks these free and feels for the sternum base. He notices the guy’s frame is more slender than originally thought. He hopes he doesn’t break the bones doing this. Squaring his shoulders he begins his 15 compressions …cursing as only Jim can the whole time.
Unseen by him, a figure watches him from the other side. A slender figure in similar design and markings. The figure tenses up fearing the figure with glowing hands and head is killing or worse the elf before him. The figure begins to move over quickly once it is clear something is wrong with the elf before him.
Jim finishes his four sets of compressions and rescue breathing and checks again for circulation. “Ah for crying out loud ya bastard!” He moves to the chest to begin again when suddenly two leather boots appear before him. “oops” he thinks.
“You are no cleric …at least of Corellon. Stand aside and allow a true cleric to aid Faejahhal.”
Jim, himself tied from climbing the stairs then administering CPR falls back. Another slender human with pointed ears. Female he thinks but is uncertain due to the armor. He watches as the hands check Faejahhal’s face, eyes, neck then ribs and the leg. “He stopped breathing- no good to fix a leg if the man ain’t breathing.” She looks up in annoyance and returns to the head and chest. Thinking they need an AED unit, Jim decides to try something. He thinks about a short magical burst to emit from his hands. He hopes the magic of Spellfire is like an electrical charge.
He leans over blocking her view and places a hand under the collarbone and another on the ribs across the body and wills a short burst. Energy does release but not as he intended. The energy washes over him. It seems to raise the body. A deep gasp escapes from his body and Faejahhal’s eyes shoot open. The cleric of Corellon is quick to direct Jim’s actions. She tries her best to direct how to weave the healing energies. When Jim is done and exhausted. The glow is leaving his skin and he collapses. The female picks up from where he left off completing the reset of the leg and healing it.
Jim passes out.
He is unclear how long it has been when awakens but he is not where he was before. The light is faint. He guesses they are closer to the top of the pit since he can see a dime sized hole above of light. Possibly where he fell through. The two slender humans are talking. Jim is uncertain if they know or care he understands them. His combat vest has been removed along with his weapons.
Understandable he thinks. These two were together before. Maybe even teammates for this sick game. He was a wildcard. His actions were honorable but properly clumsy to them and their own standards. Then he spots something. A gem or crystal. It is floating and moving its flat surface between them and Jim. They are being observed and “telecast”.
“Sick freak” Jim whispers and he picks up a pebble and flicks it at the crystal. It misses but the crystal spins and moves in closer to Jim. Jim gives it the universal salute of discontent before trying to stand up. “Omp!” A cord was tied to restrain him. He pops it free but now the others are moving to him.
“I am Jim. I come from a galaxy far far away.” The two look at him in uncertainty. He hopes they understand him. If not, this is going to be a looong day after all.
“I am Celion and this is Faejahhal. We are in your service.”
Jim notes their slender bodies and slender cheek structure. Their pointed ears and light frame. He realizes they are not human …at least not as much as he is. It’s not a job- it’s an adventure he quips to himself.
SEGMENT 059
“The Good Samaritan Law”
“Yes it does my pretty, pretty, pretty boy toy.” Vander’s large armored form softens and shrinks. A black haired, blue skinned woman dressed in red leather armor stands before him. “Only you and Christina guessed the truth. Christina only because of her dead mother’s aid. I have come to respect your team Jim Addards. You especially. You are a survivor. You can tap into inner warrior whenever you need to but not become trapped there like Vander. You appreciate life like Jean. You see its wonder and awe like Christina. You understand honor and duty like Roger Stevens. However you chose not to be a follower. I respect that. I was sent here to retrieve the very item you seek. Also to kill your party if I can. In spirit of the game reality we are guests within, I will not do this. Instead- I will allow the game to consume and destroy you instead. Goodbye.”
“huh?”
Suddenly the burned wall gives way. Megamania, aka Jim Addards, falls with it. He tries to grab at anything he can but can not. He falls into a darkened area. A deep pit. A very deep pit.
The air whistles over his ears. How deep can it be? He asks himself. Remembering this world is unlike any other, he decides too deep. He checks his belt. Nothing of any use there. Where is Jean when I really need her. He whines to himself. She would fly us out. Oops. Not me. I can’t fly….
“Baff!” he says out loud and hits his own head. “I can fly damn it!” The mask glows faintly through his covered eye slits. He begins to slow down. The air no longer whistles by his ears. His night vision mask is however not working for him. By calling up on his ability of Spellfire, he has begun to glow. This glow is washing out his ability to see in the dark.
Now hovering, Megamania removes his ball cap and mask. The glow and light he produces illuminates a balcony before him. Looking up and down, he appears to be in a deep pit with railed balconies on the sides. This pit was either man made or built onto at a latter date.
Deciding it would be better to conserve his energy he lands on the balcony and turns off his power. The glow goes away faintly but in this deep darkness, the faint glow stands out. “Damned if I do, Damned if I don’t,” he says shaking his head. He checks the energy level on his weapon. It is near full but with no extra clips for the near future…. He checks next if his ion charged billy club is still with him. It is. “Oh-Kay-Dokee- Time to get out of here.” He says aloud.
He marks the floor by scratching in “Long Live Rock and Roll” and with a smirk he moves onward. He hopes to find stairs leading up in this crazy round pit. Bad memories of the Bleakstone Tower of Styxville cross his mind. Though no where as deep, it was similar in design. Glass encased elevators went up and down inside and outside the small skyscraper. He suspected he would find no elevators here.
In time he does find some stairs and begins to climb them. Level by level. After ten minutes and his thighs and calves begging for no more he begins to count the layers. Between 35 and 36 he thinks he heard something. Slowing down and pausing at the base of each stairway, he is quite certain he is not alone by level 40. At level 42 he discovers the cause. A body.
The thin human with long pointed ears in dressed in boiled leather. His leg is broken and has many bad cuts and deep bruises. He seems unable to breathe and looks at Jim like he is a devil. The man gurgles and wheezes at him weakly. Jim looks at him uncertainly. The man stiffens and passes out.
“Crap!”
He immediately checks him over what injuries he has. “ABC Dude! ABC.” Jim checks the airways. There appears to be nothing blocking his Airway. Breathing. Nope. Circulation. Jim pulls off his leather glove and checks for a pulse. “Dammit!”
He pinches the strange man’s nose and pulls back the back by the chin. He checks for the air going in which it does as he breathes in twice. “Dude- you better be a good guy- I’d hate to have to kill you after doing this crap!” The leather armor restricts Jim’s ability to do CPR. He is ready to cut it open when he spots the tie cords and scraps. He quickly yanks these free and feels for the sternum base. He notices the guy’s frame is more slender than originally thought. He hopes he doesn’t break the bones doing this. Squaring his shoulders he begins his 15 compressions …cursing as only Jim can the whole time.
Unseen by him, a figure watches him from the other side. A slender figure in similar design and markings. The figure tenses up fearing the figure with glowing hands and head is killing or worse the elf before him. The figure begins to move over quickly once it is clear something is wrong with the elf before him.
Jim finishes his four sets of compressions and rescue breathing and checks again for circulation. “Ah for crying out loud ya bastard!” He moves to the chest to begin again when suddenly two leather boots appear before him. “oops” he thinks.
“You are no cleric …at least of Corellon. Stand aside and allow a true cleric to aid Faejahhal.”
Jim, himself tied from climbing the stairs then administering CPR falls back. Another slender human with pointed ears. Female he thinks but is uncertain due to the armor. He watches as the hands check Faejahhal’s face, eyes, neck then ribs and the leg. “He stopped breathing- no good to fix a leg if the man ain’t breathing.” She looks up in annoyance and returns to the head and chest. Thinking they need an AED unit, Jim decides to try something. He thinks about a short magical burst to emit from his hands. He hopes the magic of Spellfire is like an electrical charge.
He leans over blocking her view and places a hand under the collarbone and another on the ribs across the body and wills a short burst. Energy does release but not as he intended. The energy washes over him. It seems to raise the body. A deep gasp escapes from his body and Faejahhal’s eyes shoot open. The cleric of Corellon is quick to direct Jim’s actions. She tries her best to direct how to weave the healing energies. When Jim is done and exhausted. The glow is leaving his skin and he collapses. The female picks up from where he left off completing the reset of the leg and healing it.
Jim passes out.
He is unclear how long it has been when awakens but he is not where he was before. The light is faint. He guesses they are closer to the top of the pit since he can see a dime sized hole above of light. Possibly where he fell through. The two slender humans are talking. Jim is uncertain if they know or care he understands them. His combat vest has been removed along with his weapons.
Understandable he thinks. These two were together before. Maybe even teammates for this sick game. He was a wildcard. His actions were honorable but properly clumsy to them and their own standards. Then he spots something. A gem or crystal. It is floating and moving its flat surface between them and Jim. They are being observed and “telecast”.
“Sick freak” Jim whispers and he picks up a pebble and flicks it at the crystal. It misses but the crystal spins and moves in closer to Jim. Jim gives it the universal salute of discontent before trying to stand up. “Omp!” A cord was tied to restrain him. He pops it free but now the others are moving to him.
“I am Jim. I come from a galaxy far far away.” The two look at him in uncertainty. He hopes they understand him. If not, this is going to be a looong day after all.
“I am Celion and this is Faejahhal. We are in your service.”
Jim notes their slender bodies and slender cheek structure. Their pointed ears and light frame. He realizes they are not human …at least not as much as he is. It’s not a job- it’s an adventure he quips to himself.
