Song of the Swans Chapter 30

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The story picks up best at Part 3, Chapter 10.  It's a lot of long paragraphs before then.  So I actually recommend you start reading there.  I may try editing or rewriting the first three parts someday.

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Enjoy the long awaited sequel to the Stromling Saga.

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?"

Chapter 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....

Intermission

  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?"

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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."

END OF PART FOUR