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==To Nab a Nephew== | ==To Nab a Nephew== | ||
'''aka:Â Mortimer's Trip''' | '''aka:Â Mortimer's Trip''' | ||
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===~Prolouge~=== | ===~Prolouge~=== | ||
An old man sat by a window overlooking | An old man sat by a window overlooking Nexus City. It was a decent view, but the old man wasn't looking at the city. He was looking above it. At the Stars. | ||
Out there, somewhere, was a planet by the name of Militeregnum. A world of wizards, magic, kings and queens, and all things lordly and medieval and whatnot. Or at least, it had been, up until a few months ago, it seemed. | Out there, somewhere, was a planet by the name of Militeregnum. A world of wizards, magic, kings and queens, and all things lordly and medieval and whatnot. Or at least, it had been, up until a few months ago, it seemed. | ||
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To Nab a Nephew
aka:Â Mortimer's Trip
~Prolouge~
An old man sat by a window overlooking Nexus City. It was a decent view, but the old man wasn't looking at the city. He was looking above it. At the Stars.Â
Out there, somewhere, was a planet by the name of Militeregnum. A world of wizards, magic, kings and queens, and all things lordly and medieval and whatnot. Or at least, it had been, up until a few months ago, it seemed.
The old man glanced down at the datapad in his hand. Yes. Apparently, the diabolical madman behind the heinous Faction Wars, thedude, had escaped custody and landed on the planet, quickly taking it over with advanced technology, and his evil minions. Foremost among them, a bizarre creature called 'Barney'.
He scrolled through the rest of the Nexus Force report. The planet was now being blockaded by the Force, since they couldn't mount a full scale assault just yet on thedude. Apparently, it hadn't taken long for him to become entrenched, and surveillance suggested that the criminal mastermind was now on a quest to conquer the whole planet.
The man set the datapad down on the dresser with a sigh, and picked up a framed photo depicting his old geezer self in a white labcoat, and a young boy in a green polo.
"Don't worry, Perry, M'boy. Your Uncle is coming."