On a leash:
A week has passed, and Obsidian arrives in Great Smolder to meet up with Zi. He lands on the specified planet, heads through customs and enters the city. Obsidian wanders down a street. The city is filled with the poor and sickly. However, in contrast the city is quite luxurious, building made in a bright white, with streetlights of red. The street is filled with a delicious smell, this is the sector known for its stomach delights. The massive buildings are brandished with many ads, most are campaign ads for this planets squire; the representative of the planet, and its ruler. The ads are in poor taste, not very clever, no one knows why they even bother. Most *elections* are usually rigged in some way. Hell, most planets don’t even get election from what Obsidian has seen in his time.
Obsidian cuts down a corner and spots a dense number of warriors. This planet is heavily occupied by the Phoenix Order. He makes his way to a fancy diner. Inside, there’s a reservation at the back of the restaurant. Obsidian finds her in a nice red booth, waving him over. Obsidian sits down and Zi starts a friendly conversation.
“Great, you made it, before you start you gonna order something.”
Obsidian looks at the menu at his seat.
“How goods the booze.” Obsidian says staring at the menu.
“Pretty alright I think, don’t try to get hammered, I need you a little of sober.” Zi says chewing on the straw of her drink, that she ordered ahead of time.
The waiter comes by to take their orders. She notices Obsidian has gray skin and is quite tall. she assumes he’s a xeno friend of the lady.
“Oh, I so your Ms. Zi’s friend. What species do you hail from?” the waiter asks in a polite manner.
Obsidian side eyes the waiter, making it obvious, through his goggles. “You think me a profane.”
“Oh, sir, we don’t use that, word around here.” The waiter says, taken aback, looking around to see if anyone heard that.
“Just take my order. I want your finest alcohol. Maybe some ribs too.” Obsidian says unapologetically
The waiter takes their order and walks off, disgruntled.
“Wow, prick. Didn’t know you were prejudiced asshole.” Zi comments
“What, it’s just a description.” Obsidian says confused
“And it’s offensive, to most species if not all species. You need to be more mindful about others.” she advises
“Why should I?” He says genuinely
Zi sighs heavily. “Maybe you then you’d actually have friends.”
Zi takes a large sip from her drink.
“Anyway, let's go over these sorties.” Zi pulls out a data pad from her bag and slides it over. “You got three choices on there, pick wisely.”
As Obsidian looks over the sorties, he realizes that all of them are specifically high paying jobs. However, they are also jobs, Obsidian finds distasteful. An escort mission, a Revoltor commander assassination mission, and a Hit on random hired gun, who pissed off the wrong person. Obsidian makes an annoyed faced, as he begins thinking about the potential benefits of each mission. He finds the first one, the escort mission, to potentially be worthwhile.
In the Gamma Bright sector, one of the 13 sectors of the universe, there’s a lord facing potential assassination by Unified Revoltors. They are described to be a collective group of ragged fighters left over from the great black conquest, which concluded a little over 50 years ago.
He takes notes of two things: the Gamma Bright sector is controlled by one of the 13 Black Knights. They are the king's strongest warriors, and they rule each of the 13 sectors. To Obsidian the Black Knights themselves don’t mean anything to him, besides a general distaste of the group, except for two of them.
Which is where point two comes in. This lord, who faces potential assassination, is a very well-known hero, and widely popular. If Obsidian can build good relations with this lord, it would greatly benefit him in the future.
“I would like this one.” Obsidian points to the mission
“Oh, the escort. I thought you would take the assassinations; it seemed more your style. Any particular reason.” Zi questions curiously
“No.” Obsidian says bluntly
“That’s fine, I’ll put it in. After we’re done eating you can head straight to Gamma Bright.” Zi puts the pad away.
Just then the waiter brings the food, and the booze, and the two enjoy the rest of their time. Although Obsidian felt his drink tasted funny. He asks one of the waiters to bring a new drink, which tasted fine. Obsidian shrugs it off.
Golden Boy:
Obsidian cruises through the darkness of the void. He’s currently watching tv now, just trying to pass the time. Strangely he insists on wearing shades in his ship. Obsidian starts coughing again, his cough sounds terrible, like he might spit up a lung. He heads to the bathroom in his ship. After a while he finally enters Gamma Bright. He comes out of his room fully geared up. He sits in his captain's chair and puts in the secure communications code. The console takes a bit. Then someone picks up.
“Hello, hello, is this the contractor.” A wealthy but aged sounding voice connects to the line.
“Yes, this is the page hunter speaking.” Obsidian replies
“My apologies, I’m not used to this sort of business. Are there any protocols or things I should know about before proceeding.” Responds the client
“No. Obsidian Praw. Pleasure doing business with you.”
“As to you. You may call me Para Dorado; I look forward to our meeting.” The client says gleefully.
“Same here.” Obsidian returns
The call is hung up, and Obsidian blasts off to the predetermined location.
From Mr. Para’s perspective.
We see a good-looking man with tan skin, and light faded blonde hair. He sports a fancy mustache, and a black and gold suit. He pushes a button on his phone pad.
“Dear, it seems we’re getting the proper help we requested.” Mr. Dorado speaks to his wife, who’s reading a hardback book, on a couch a little away from Para’s desk.
“That’s great love, I was worried our little boy wouldn’t get his wish.” Ms. Dorado says looking up from her book.
The young master, the son of the Dorado’s, lays on his head on his mother's lap while playing a game on his phone.
“Mother, I'm not you little boy anymore. Father, does that mean, we don’t have to worry about those assassins anymore.” The boy asks
“No, my boy, if all things go well, my hands will be free.” Para calms his worries.
“Who’s this mercenary you hired?” The young master says a little excited
“We shall see, my boy. But I believe he’ll be a treat.” The father answers
“I can’t wait!” The boy says delighted
A day later, the Dorado’s sit in the father’s office awaiting their new bodyguard. The mother and son sit up-right and proper as they wait. They hear some chatter on the outside suddenly a tall man phases through the door, surprising everyone. The man sits down from across Ms. Dorado as he rests his arms on the head of the couch, crossing his legs. Ms. Dorado, kindly waves at the man and so does her son sit right next to her. Then the door opens. “My lord, this is the page hunter, Obsidian Praw. It seems he was a little impatient.” Says one of the guards
“I see, that’s fine, you may leave us.” Mr. Dorado says
“Yes, my lord.” The guard leaves.
“Welcome, dear guest, I hope you find my abode comfortable.” Ms. Dorado greets.
“It’s too bright, but the infrastructure is sturdy.” Obsidian analysis
“Oh, I appreciate your input. Well then, I will have some snacks and refreshments and– “
“No need.” Obsidian cuts off Para
“I see. Well then, in that case, let us begin.”
“Mother can I.” The son seems to want something from his mother
The boy's mother looks at Obsidians, she stares, and then she looks back to her son and nods. The young son of Dorado’s gets up and sits next to Obsidian
“Hello, my name is Midas.” The young master puts out his hand.
Obsidian doesn’t shake it.
“Say, your quite tall mister.” Midas compliments
“For you.” Obsidian responds dismissively
“Oh... well, I also believe your coat is really well made.” Midas tries to make a good first impression.
Obsidian side eyes the boy.
“It’s made from iron horn hide and armored in titanic alloy.” Obsidian explains to the boy
“Whoa, that’s amazing mister.”
Midas smiles widely. Showing off his pearly white teeth
Once Mr. Dorado is done watching his son get along with the page hunter, he clears his throat to get everyone's attention. For the next ten minutes, the father lays out planned assignments. For the next week, the senator will be preparing to leave the Gamma Bright sector. Until the final day, Obsidian must protect the Dorados from enemy attack and potential assassination. As he knows the Revolutionary force, the Revoltors, have been attempting to take the life of Mr. Dorado. However unsure, he assumes that the Revoltors either want to send a message or have a more beneficial power taking his place. Regardless, the only thing that should matter to the page hunter is that there will be payment.
We zoom outside of the mansion. We see that the Mansion, bright gold with white pillars, is on top of a hill, that’s been converted into a grand casino. From sky scrapper about the same height as the mansion, on the top floor, a man looks through a sniper scope. Then translucent disks form in the air. They create a pattern that leads straight to his target. The sniper takes aim. Ready to fire. As he prepares to pull the trigger.
However, when we see his face, we also see Obsidian is right behind him, squatting down. Obsidian gets up and walks over, raising his boot. But before he can crush this assassin, he pulls the trigger immediately, and the translucent plate, redirect the round right back to Obsidian. Obsidian ducks the bullet, but the elderly sniper, hops off the building, turning mid-air to snipe Obsidian.
Obsidian redirects the round with a portal, redirecting the bullet at the assassin, who then uses his ability deflect it the side of the building. The man starts zipping through the air, bouncing of his disks at great speeds. He slows his momentum with his disks and starts running on building tops. He activates a distress call on his gauntlet. The man jumps from one building to another while hopping on his plates, but then a portal opens below him, and he ends up falling right to Obsidian. The man bounces away, but Obsidian teleports to catch him, grabbing him by the face and slamming him on the street. Obsidian goes to bury his face in the cement with a punch, but his punch gets deflected. Obsidians fist is sent flying back, and the sniper uses the opening to shoot Obsidian, but he stops the bullet in midair right before it hits him, and charges his fist with a purple aura, and shattering the deflection disks, caving the man's face in.
When the sniper comes to, his elderly face mangled, he’s in a dark alley, and the man who slammed him, squatted in front of him.
“Hwoo, boy, you got me good.” The sniper says.
“Call your commander.” Says Obsidian
“Well sonny, I don’t think I can do that now.” The elderly man says in a thick accent.
“That’s fine for now. I know at least 600 ways to torture you until you talk.” Obsidian says coldly
“Yow! Not a very merciful man, aren’t ya.” The sniper says coyly
Obsidian teleports a micro drill into his hands.
“I’ll count down from ten.” Obsidian warns
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2… 1”
Obsidian teleports back to the Dorado’s office. The family seemed to have been anxiously waiting.
“Ah, you’re back.” Greets, Mr. Dorado
Midas walk over to Obsidian.
“If I may ask, how’d you do that! You vanished into thin air! Ahem, it was quite impressive.” He clears his throat to temp his excitement.
Obsidian looks down and sees the beaming light in Midas’ eyes, its blinding.
“Never seen a spacial user before.” Obsidian question
“No sir.” Midas says smiling
“Hm.” Obsidian says a little dismissive
“Dorado, I encountered a sniper, he was highly skilled. I failed to extract any important information. He died before he talked.” Obsidian informs Mr. Dorado of his encounter.
“I see, well I'm grateful for your efforts. My deepest apologies for involving you so early.” Mr. Dorado bows
“No need sir. That’s the job.” Obsidian deflects the unneeded apologies.
“Um mister, I have a request.” Midas pulls on Obsidians coat.
Obsidian looks back down at the boy.
“What.” He furls an eyebrow
“I wish to see your equipment. You are a mercenary yes, then you must have very intricate gears, possibly even a ship.” Midas can barely contain himself
“No.” Obsidian says coldly.
Midas wide smile wans a bit.
“Oh, my apologies. But I really want to see what it’s like to be a real mercenary. It must be awesome, like the shows I’ve seen. So please, mister, can I see your equipment.” Midas says spoiled
Obsidian pauses for an uncomfortable second, staring at the kid. His brows curled, seemingly a little overwhelmed by the kid's energy. “No. You're beginning to annoy me.” he says heartlessly
“Oh, I see, my apologies.” Midas walks back to his mother, trying to hide disappointment.
“I understand you may be uncomfortable here but try to speak carefully around my son.” Mr. Dorado sternly expresses his worries of Obsidian’s personality.
Obsidian glares at Dorado, his brows curl in annoyance. But he loosens up.
“You’re right, I’ll be more respectful towards your family.” Obsidian puts a fist to his chest and salutes.
“I thank you. Now then, if we have no further interruption, I’ll have my friend Ben escort you to your staying quarters.”
The family butler, Ben, walks up and ushers Obsidian to follow him.
“Ahh, one more thing, Mr. Praw.” Dorado tries to catch him before he leaves
“Obsidian.” He corrects
“Mr. Obsidian, I need to give you one more objective.” Mr. Dorado says
“Shoot.” Obsidian listens
“Please, protect my son, above all else. I love my boy, more than anything in this suffering universe, and I know, one day, my boy will ease that pain, even if it’s just a bit. Can I count on you?” He puts a hand on Obsidians shoulder.
“If you so wish, I will comply. However, I will ensure none of you come to harm, so your worries are unnecessary.” Obsidian walks off with butler ben
“Sometimes, events remain out of our control.”
Obsidian and the butlers arrive at Obsidians room for the week.
“Your room, sir.” Ben usher Obsidian in.
Obsidian walks in and locks the door. He then roles back his sleeve to show one of his hi-tech gauntlets. Activating his ship. He then teleports away.
We shift perspectives quickly.
Two men walk down an alleyway. With flashlights in hand, they investigate the area. The men then walk upon a horrifying scene. Their friend, brutalized, covered in gore, missing his limbs, his eyes, his teeth, his nose, his stomach is open, and he’s gagged, to drown the screams. One of the men goes to throw up.
Soldier 1: “Commander, we found Lieutenant Ire. He’s been tortured to death.”
Commander: “damn it! What the Lieutenant running from, the devil!”
Soldier 1: “from what I see. But my guess, a page hunters involved. No one on Umbra is this… violent.” The soldier closes his eyes, as his face scrunches in pain.
Commander: “I see, that’s a reasonable assumption, we wasted too much time, and this is the price. I’ll send some men to collect our old friend. You two take some time off.”
Soldier 1: “thank you sir. I wish we got here faster.”
Commander: “as do I. We can only mourn and keep moving forward. Heibarn out.”
The soldier sheds a single tear and he and his partner walk out of the alley.
Cutting back to Obsidian.
We see his ship is docked within a hired gun hanger built on this planet. The place isn’t very busy, only the staff populate the building. Obsidian uses the remaining night to research the potential threats on this planet. The revolutionaries in this galaxy are called Wild Game. They seem to favor strong guerilla tactics involving explosive sabotage. Keeping this in mind Obsidian finds out the Revoltor commander in this zone is named Heibarn Smith, he’s famous for his destructive punches, especially back in the black conquest. Obsidian wraps up research and teleports out, to continue investing the planet.
The next day, Para Dorado request Obsidian follow him to his personal docking port. Obsidian, Dorado and a bunch of his men arrive at the port, where a group of men and mechanics are working on the shuttle that will be escorting the lord off world. The supervisor there greets the entourage. He gives a run down on activity in the area.
“Greeting my lord, me and the boys are still modifying the ship to have the weaponry, and other modifications requested.”
“Very good. This large fellow is Obsidian, he is the page hunter I hired for the week, he requested to inspect the premises himself. Be good to him, and he’ll be good to you.” Dorado side eyes Obsidian.
Obsidian doesn’t say anything and just walks past the supervisor and stands in front of the ship. From his perspective he scans the area with his spacial awareness, exploring every inch of the dock, like looking at a massive blueprint of the massive port. His search extends past the floor, and into the lower levels of the port, even down into the underbelly and the sewers. He finds there’s tunnels below the port; he plans on going there after he’s done with the surface. After 2 hours of thorough searching, Obsidian vows that the port is safe. As Mr. Dorado tells his men they’re going to take their leave, Obsidian senses some unusual movements.
Suspicious man: “Sir, I’ve spotted the monster that took out Lieutenant Ire. Cracker was right, it’s a hired gun. Taller than an average Empyrean, further appearances: 10ft at least, braided long ponytail, all black attire, long coat – wait – gray skin, goggles. He’s quite intimidating.”
Commander: “Thanks for the details, I’ll have some of my men take him out. That should free up Dorado. Get out of there for now.”
The man looks away from the hanger and begins walking off but bumps into something solid. He looks up, to see the tall, dark, and evil figure he just described.
“Shit.” He mumbles
“You mind if I speak with that commander.” Obsidian asks
The man starts booking it.
“Commander, I’m compromised!” He frantically yells.
“GET OUT OF THERE!!!” the commander screams fearing for his soldier.
But the soldier doesn’t make it far, in a single lunge, Obsidian punches him into the ground. Obsidian drags the guy by the leg to the group.
They restrain him and begin questioning.
“Wake up.” The soldier is a little dazed, and see Obsidian crouched over him.
“Oh God no!!! Please let me go!” The soldier struggles in his restraints. Eyes closed, too afraid to look at his captor
“If you talk, I’ll let you go.” Obsidian says assuredly
Suddenly the captive is washed over with an intense rage.
“Yeah, like you let Ire go!” The soldier says enraged
“Who?” Obsidian tilts his head.
“Our Lieutenant. The one you Murdered!” The soldier yells
Obsidian stares at him for a bit.
“Can you be more specific.” He says genuine tone
“You soulless bastard!”
The man starts flailing.
“he’s obviously doesn’t seem cooperative, Para, have your men detain him, and question him your way. One warning, they seem particularly resilient to torture.” Obsidian with the straightest face imaginable.
Mr. Dorado looks at the flailing, screaming, man getting escorted and he looks back Obsidian, who’s still has that unflinching expression, and he realizes how actually insane his new *friend* is.
“Uh, yes – um – hm, very well. I… I’ll let my men know. But we don’t really, do, torture.” He says in very concerned tone.
“Alright.” Obsidian doesn’t pick up on this.
After a while Obsidian teleports him and Dorado’s group to the mansion. Obsidian teleports them at the mansion doors. The men of Dorado split of, and Obsidian follows Dorado to Ms. Dorado. Once they find her, she comes with them to find Midas, who’s in his room studying to music. They walk into his room, getting his attention.
“Hello, my boy, I’ve returned. Everything has been taken care of.” Mr. Dorado says joyfully
Midas’ face lights up “Does that mean!”
“Yes, we can finally spend some time together as a family.”
Midas hops out of his bed and hugs his father.
“It seems you have an agenda in mind. Mind running it by me.” Obsidian says
“Ah that’s right, I never informed you.” Dorado stands up.
“I will be taking my family out for some fun across the planet. We were born here you see, so thought it’d be great if we can take it all in one last time.”
Obsidian twitches a bit. “So. You plan on leaving yourselves exposed, facing potential assassination… why?” He says making a confused face
“Well, if you put it that way, it sounds worse than in actually is.” Para says.
“Because it is.” Obsidian corrects
“Come now mister, fathers been so busy lately, we never got any chances to have fun.” Midas says
“Fun?” Obsidian eyebrows furl up, the goggles barely hiding his confusion
“I know it must sound absurd, to someone who must fight for a living. One's life is always the priority in battle, I would know, I served in the great conquest myself. But one day, you’ll find that special person, and you’ll suddenly realize you’ve put someone else's life before your own.”
Mr. Dorado says as he wraps an arm around his wife and pats the head of his son.
“You may not understand now, and that’s fine, everyone discovers themselves at their own pace.” Mr. Dorado finishes his speech
Obsidian stares at the family, his brain is processing the information he’s just heard.
//Put someone life, above my own? that's so stupid// He thinks to himself
“My apologies, I must have irritated you with my rants, forgive me. Regardless, if me and my family put you in unnecessary danger, you may cancel anytime. I am more than capable in protecting my own family.” Dorado says with a smile.
At some point Obsidian ceased rationalizing the scenario and attempting to understand the Dorado’s. He decides to completely forget this conversation, and just go along with his employer wishes.
Obsidian sighs. “No sir, it won’t be a problem.”
“Ahh, I’m pleased. I won’t lie I had my doubts, but you are a good man.” Dorado bows his head
“As my husband said, you may leave whenever you wish. We will reward you based on your time spent and labor exerted.” Ms. Dorado offers as she and Midas prepare for their family excursion.
“No, need. I’ll see it through” Obsidian declines.
“I’m grateful for your kindness.” She bows her head.
“Thank you, mister, I'm in your debt.” Midas adorably does a full bow.
Obsidian walks off as the family get their things ready. Obsidian sits down in a living room and watches whatever channel the tv is currently on. Something about a rise in criminal syndicates but who cares the news is garbage anyway. Obsidian starts spacing out as he tends to pass the time doing. He thoughts dwell on Dorado’s words. // You’re a good man? What does that mean? // Obsidian thinks.
Phrases sound in his mind: //it’s the white demons! The devil’s soldiers, their gonna tear right through us! You’re an afront to every God there is. Soulless bastard//.
Obsidian starts chuckling to himself.
The next day, the family gathers their luggage in the living room. They pack modestly only the necessary items: clothes, toothbrushes, towels. Only the essentials, except for Midas who packs a game or two. Once everyone is ready, they all leave, taking the family jeep and the family begins their week-long fun time, plus their new friend Obsidian. Their first stop is an amusement park. They walk right past the check in desk, as VIPs, but Obsidian gets stopped. After the greenlight, Obsidian is let in, with a VIP pass. For around 30min, Obsidian watches the family have fun, while he zones out on a bench. At some point Midas notices Obsidian seemingly not having fun. He runs up to him.
“Hey mister! Huff – why do you just sitting there.” Midas asks a little out of breath
“I’m watching the premises.” He answers.
“How while you’re staring at… well, I can’t tell, where are you looking.” He says as he hops
up the bench to wave a hand in his face.
Obsidian stops Midas’ waving with a finger. “I'm surveying movement in this area. It’s one of my techniques. “He explains
“Whoa, quite impressive.” Midas sits down.
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“But you should be having fun too.” He says as he splays his arms in a gesture.
“I’m doing my job. There’s no *fun* to be had.” Obsidian says coldly
“That’s right my boy, let him do what he came to do.” Para approaches, with two ice cream cones. He hands one to his son.
“Speaking of, would you like a cone sir.” He asks Obsidian
“I'm good.” He says bluntly
“Suit yourself.” Dorado begins enjoying the ice-cream, handing one to Midas
“Alright mister, but one more question. Do you need to focus to use this surveying ability.” Midas tries for the last time.
“I’ve automated it, but it’s more efficient if I stay still. Right now, I can sense the entire park, and the surrounding cities. I could search further, but it shouldn’t be necessary” Obsidian explains.
Midas and Para are very impressed and start applauding. Then something clicks in Midas’ mind.
“Well as you said, it shouldn’t be necessary to look so far out. How much does it lessen if you preoccupy yourself,” Midas asks.
Obsidian thinks for a moment.
“Around 300 meters, depending on what I'm doing.” He answers.
Midas is shocked about the range Obsidian’s abilities possess, but that only confirms his decision.
“Then surely if you enjoy the activities, it will only narrowly dampen your prowess. So please do join us. Won’t you.” Midas says with the brightest smile.
Obsidian stares at Midas.
“Alright.” Obsidian stands up, resigning to Midas spoiled request.
Midas lights as he hops of the bench and ushers Obsidian to follow him.
“My apologies, he can be quite stubborn.” Mr. Dorado apologizes out of courtesy.
“No need sir, it hasn’t bother me yet. Your son, he reminds of someone I know.” Obsidian reminisces
“Oh, pray tell. You mind telling of this person.” Dorado queries
Obsidian smirk fades almost instantly. “No.”
“Oh, my apologies.” Dorado is a little stunned from the abruptness of Obsidian’s reply.
Putting it aside, the Dorado’s successfully invite Obsidian on the family fun time. They catch Ms. Dorado planning a shooting mini game. She hits a perfect bullseye on the highest valued target three times in a row. Obsidian is impressed, apparently Ms. Dorado was an excellent marksman in her past. She offers Obsidian a chance, but he turns it down. He thinks it’s too easy. But after some nudging, he begrudgingly tries out the game. As expected, he aces the game, while firing from the hip. “Is this fun?” He asks with sincerity. The family laughs. Obsidian is given a plush version of Para Dorado. Which he gives to Midas; he seemed to like it more than Obsidian did. Mr. Dorado plays a hammer game. With a quick swing he reaches the max score, then he offers it to Obsidian. Obsidian stares at it for a bit, before raising the hammer. Obsidian brings down the hammer, where he accurately hits the bell with the maximum amount force it can take, also getting a high score. The family applauds. “I still don’t get it. How’s this *fun*.” Obsidian says
“Let's go on some rides!” Midas says excitedly.
Obsidian and Midas, go on a couple amusement rides. They would go on five rides; the first four didn’t excite Obsidian in the slightest. That when Midas got annoyed and took Obsidians lack of enjoyment as a challenge. He would take Obsidian on the biggest Rollercoaster on the planet, a staggering 150 meters tall, with loops and gap and the whole nine yards. Once they got off, Midas was shaking. He found hard to stand and hand terrible motion sickness. But when he looked up, he saw Obsidian was smirking. Suddenly that terrifying experience was worth it.
Midas celebrates the success with family photos. He takes a picture with his parents. After that, they take one with Obsidian in it; who was very uncomfortable. Then Midas wanted one with just Obsidian. Before they took the picture Midas told him to smile. Midas assumed Obsidian would have a normal average smile, even if it’s a little forced. But after looking at the picture, Midas’ face said a lot, let’s just say he let Obsidian keep that one. The family had their fill of the amusement park and was ready to go to the next city over. But before they do, Obsidian had disappeared. They must wait for about 10 minutes before he comes back.
“May I ask, what took so long.” Mr. Dorado asks.
“Spy. Handled it.” Obsidian summarizes
“I see, may I ask what you did with them. Can I see them.” Para asks
“No point, they’re Dead now.” Obsidian says bluntly
Para has a surprised expression.
“I see, a believer in the *no prisoners* line of thinking.” Para describes
“When they refuse interrogation, it leaves me little choice.” Obsidian explains flatly.
“Well then, out of sight, out of mind. Let us carry on.” They all enter the family jeep and ride off.
Day two, the family stops at a very fancy restaurant, the best on the planet. The family get an isolated VIP suite. As the family waits, for their orders, Obsidian watches the chefs. Nothing seems out of the ordinary so when the orders are brought out Obsidian sits with the family. The Dorado’s all have extravagant, expensive meals. However, Obsidian sticks to a pint of booze, and a single burrito. The table Is quiet, enjoying the serene jazz in the suite. Although Midas looks like he has something on his mind. He strikes up a conversation.
“Hey, Mister,” Midas seems curious about something.
“What?” Obsidian responds
“I’ve brought this up before, but I'm still curious. What is your arsenal, what gear do you use, for example what is your ship.”
“My ship?” Obsidian says intrigued
“Hmm, I too am curious. Mr. Para chimes in wiping food from his mouth. “I heard every page hunter needs a ship, so I presume you have one. However, I didn’t see one at the port.”
Obsidian pauses a bit
“It’s called the Deadspear. It’s a modified Empyrean void strider.” Obsidian answers.
“Oh my, that’s a fancy model.” Ms. Dorado says sounding impressed. “How much was it.” She inquires
Obsidian scoffs
“You think I bought it?”
“Oh my.” Ms. Dorado gasps
“Hmm, I can’t say I'm surprised.” Mr. Dorado adds
“Whoa. Was it difficult.” Midas intrigues
“Midas, let’s not glorify thieving.”
“My apologies, father.”
“It was easy.” Obsidian answers
“I expected nothing less.” Midas compliments
The Dorado’s just sigh.
The family finish dinner and tip the waiter. They leave the restaurant, and stop at nearby royal hotel
The family checks in to the hotel, however Obsidian has disappeared. They check him in just in case. Obsidian roams the golden cities of Umbra, he grows a little tired of spending so much time with such an, optimistic, family. That kind of atmosphere is slowly draining him, you can hear it in his breathing. He walks into an open plaza; the street is filled with people with places to go. People take glances at him; he sticks out like a sore thumb due to his height. He looks up to see a massive telescreen. It plays an ad, although this time the ad influences Obsidian.
“My beloved people of Gamma Bright. I have heard your cries; I understand that these *Revoltors* bring uncertain times. Now more than ever, we look for strength, for guidance. But do not fear; our King, the Pheonix King, the one who grasps it's all in the palm of his hand, entrusts the peace to his faithful and every loyal. Black knights!”
Images of abstractly stylized portraits of the king’s knights appear behind the speaker, thirteen portraits.
“Our beloved subjects, place all your faith in us, for we will protect everyone. From the filth and the heathens that oppose absolute order. Each one of you, are thought of; by us, and the king. Your beloved senator, Sou’wo Shine.”
The ad ends with an automated voice approving the message, then it switches to a different ad.
Obsidian notices a crowd dissipate from watching the ad. A vein pops on Obsidians forehead, and he grimaces. For some reason that man, Sou’wo, has him steaming in fury; but he sighs heavily and carries on.
After some more walking cools Obsidian down, he spots the local casino. He decides it’d be a great time to fish for information; gamblers and drunks have loose lips, everyone knows this. Obsidian enters the casino. They ask Obsidian for his ID and if he’s unarmed. He shows his H.G.A registration and he is in fact unarmed. He’s let in and he hops about a few games. Blackjack, some lottery machines, and some native game where you must guess the weight of a stack of gold; Goldsden.
At that point no one had been having a cohesive conversation, all focused on the gamble. So, Obsidian does one more stop at a poker table. Luck be on his side some phoenix order warriors are gambling their saving away. Obsidian over-hears them gossiping.
Callous Warrior: “Things have been getting a little to activate in the universe.”
Retrospective Warrior: “I know what you mean. Just in the last 50 universal years, Remnants of the UXR have formed a new militia, and the hired guns have been a lot more active, for better and worse.”
Callous Warrior: “yeah, those retards, the Unified Revoltors, have been slipping through the cracks for too long now. Have you heard, Criminal syndicates have started popping out of the steelworks too; just recently the two criminal syndicates have started a conflict in Great Smolder. What are the times coming too.”
Retrospective Warrior: “I fear for it myself, I heard they started hounding Quasar the Dragon to start looking into the Syndies.”
Callous Warrior: “he better be. That no good black knight thinks he can just eat his days away, that bloated belly bastard. It’s his sector in the first place dammit.”
Retrospective Warrior: “ph-woo, if you got a problem with Quasar, better not let any of his Magmen hear that.”
Callous Warrior: “Whatever. Those guys are chumps, compared me and my boys under the great Zylazar. Their nothing.”
A series of groans and sounds of frustration is heard, as the man in black wins another bid.
Retrospective Warrior: “that guy’s good. He reminds me, of that *black demon* Obsidian Praw.”
Callous Warrior: “that up-start, I heard of em. He’s been making a real mess of things. Apparently, he might have classified information, so he’s starting to become a wanted man. I heard even the legendary Poltergeist Zero is after him.”
Obsidian perks up at the name.
Retrospective Warrior: “oh shit, seriously. Oh, he’s done for then. No one escapes Marshal Zero. I heard he slaughtered and entire city of revolutionaries in 5 seconds.”
Callous Warrior: “alright, now your bullshiting.”
Retrospective Warrior: “I'm serious, he’s a dangerous man. I saw him once.”
Callous Warrior: “oh yea?”
Retrospective Warrior: “yeah! The War Chief had my legion single file, while we waited for his arrival. When he came down the line, we all saluted, and it felt he sucked the air from the entire area, I swear I couldn’t breathe.”
Callous Warrior: “I think your just talking good cause he’s the leader of the black knights. But that’s neither here nor there. Although I do know one thing. I heard Zero was one of the Whiteknights.”
Retrospective Warrior: “really, you heard that. I did hear that he never retired. It does make sense; those guys were terrifying back in the black conquest. I never figured out why they stepped down. They didn’t even do the announcement in person; the king himself announced it.”
“The White knights weren’t retired. They were replaced.”
The gambling group the table is left stunned looking at the man in black, who had yet to speak a single word since being there.
Retrospective Warrior: “what was that friend. Replaced?”
Warrior 1 leans into his gossip buddy and whispers. “Doesn’t that fit the description of the Black Demon. He’s even got the blacked-out goggles.
Just then Obsidian wins as the bid again, back-to-back, and he takes his leave. Leaving behind a bunch of frustrated men. When he exits the two warriors follow him, but when they get out the door, he’s nowhere to be seen. As Obsidian walks through the city, the warrior's conversation about, zero and the knights seem to have wrung out some old feelings from Obsidian. His breathing patterns are irregular, and he doesn’t pay attention to where he walks, bumping into unwitting pedestrians. He sits down on a bench and puts a hand to his forehead. He starts coughing, even though he took his dose earlier. Old memories start flowing back in. They overwhelm him, giving him a headache. The sound of static deafens him, and it fades into black.
“Brother, I have a question. If two armies converge on my squad's position, what should I do.” --- “Brother help me with something, the director wants me to lead a bombing, should I order the VT-2 to lead a carpet bombing. Or should I establish an artillery emplacement.” --- “Brother, I can’t decide, should I have seafood or ribs for dinner.”
Two brothers who both bear the same unrecognizable faces. One constantly asking for the others opinion, who’s recognizable feature being a bright smile, and the other doesn’t express himself at all, yet his blurred static face bares a content smirk. But the good memories don’t last. His memories distort, the static grows loud the background drips with red. 11 figures stand behind his smiling brother. His mind glitches and now all the figures lay piled in a mound of bodies, his brother covered in blood.
The static face of the smiling brother becomes a black void, with a cruel terrifying red pained expression
“Brother… This grievous sin… you must… please... KILL ME!!!”
Obsidian snaps back to reality and shakes and grabs his head. He hyperventilates as he calms down. His eyes glow with a fiery purple surrounding his goggles. His neck has glowing purple cracks. All of it goes away as he comes to his senses. He notices someone spying on him. When they caught his attention, they fled. Obsidian decides this is a worthy distraction. Obsidian follows the person throughout the alleyway. They lead him down below the city. Obsidian follows and finds himself in an underground room. The doors close behind him, trapping him and he’s surround by wild game soldiers. “Commander, we got him surrounded. We’ll make him pay.”
Obsidian takes a good look around him. “Thank god, I needed this.” He smiles devilishly and a surge of toxic, poisonous pressure fills the assumed trap, as Obsidian is engulfed in purple flame. A demonic face can be seen in the aura behind him, as he charges in.
We shift to a new perspective.
We look back at our old friend, Prima Brytus.
After being interviewed on his survival of Ivan-IV, he was sent to a training facility where he was tested in combat due to being said he held his own against the black demon. After determining his strength, he was reassigned to a new post in the Shattered nebula as an official warrior.
Unfortunately, that is not where his story picks back up. We find Prima in jail cell, detained for an unknown reason. Some guards come to escort him grabbing each of his arms. He walks with the guards, a collar around his neck suppressing his spirit, cuffs around his hands. He's guided into an interrogation room and sat down.
“Someone of a high stature has come to see you. Be respectful bug.”
Prima raises an eyebrow, who could want to see him, he’s a nobody, right?
Just then the room goes cold, really cold, freezing. He starts breathing a little heavy. Although the thermometer reads normal. He finds it hard to breath. What’s going on?
The door opens, and with heavy footsteps a massive man in full armor and a black knight's coat walks in. His mere presence freezing Prima stiff. Prima starts coughing feeling dizzy.
“Poltergeist Zero will now see you.” The guard closes the door.
Prima looks at Zero’s helmet and see a nothingness in the eyeholes. With a flick of Zero’s finger, the table slides graciously to the edge of the wall, free up a space in between the two.
The moment Zero sits down, that intense pressure slowly vanishes. Prima feels normal again, clearing his throat. “That was very weird.” Prima thinks.
The two sit in silence for a while. Tension fills the air.
Prima readjusts himself in his chair.
“Ahem.” He clears his throat. “Sooo, what---”
“Prima Brytus.” Zero bellows
“Yes sir.” He sits up in his chair.
Zero: “I’ve heard, your being detained for the assault of two of your comrades. Beating them half to death.”
Prima gulps
Prima: “that was only because I was---”
Zero: “defending another.”
Zero finishes Prima sentence.
Prima: “uhh---ye--- yes sir.”
Zero leans forward resting his elbows on his knees.
Zero: “you were stationed on Ivan-IV correct.”
Prima: “yes. Yes sir.”
Zero: “encountered this, Obsidian Praw, correct.”
Prima: “yes sir, I did everything I could to bring him in, but he was too powerful. I'm sorry sir.”
Prima can’t look Zero in the face.
Zero pauses for an uncomfortable minute.
Zero: “no one requested you to fight. Yet you did anyway. There’s no need to apologize. You are a true warrior.”
Prima looks up. Zero has his arm cross as he sits back in his chair. The slight tilt to Zero’s head gives warm feeling.
Prima: “thank you, sir.”
Zero: “what did this Obsidian Praw look like. From your eyes.”
Prima sits up.
Prima: “well sir, he was a towering figure, around your stature sir, maybe the same.” Prima exhales heavily. “He had gray skin, jet black hair, goggles, and a braided ponytail. He wore an armored trench coat, and armored vest.”
Zero: “and what was his presence like.”
Prima: “suffocating, toxic, like I could die at any moment.”
Zero: “did he speak.”
Prima: “yes, his voice was like yours, no offense of course. But a little less… sickly.” Prima closes his eye.
There’s a silence.
Zero: “thank you for answering my questions.”
Zero stands up, towering over Prima once more.
He walks over, and Prima straighten up quick.
Zero stares for a second, and Prima starts sweating.
Then Zero kneels and holds out a hand.
Zero: “join me.”
Prima sits for second still overwhelm, until a wave of confusion hits him, and all his stress vanishes.
Prima: “huh?”
Zero: “I want you to apart of my personal squad. I already recruited your partner, Rhimsical was it.”
Prima sits blinking, still in shock.
Prima: “are you sure, I'm a nobody.”
Zero: “life has a way, giving nothing value. Even the worthless have choice.”
Prima sits quietly, as he begins processing things. Prima then throughs all his thoughts to the wind. He smirks and grabs Zero hand, becoming his subordinate.
We cut back our main perspective.
Obsidian feels a vibration in his pockets. He reaches and takes out his phone. When he raises to his ear, we catch a glimpse of the carnage that unfolded. He is covered in blood, of varying color, the room is splattered with this blood and stacked with bodies. Obsidian his holding the head of a bug man by the hair for some reason. He exhales and answers the phone.
“Obsidian where are you, it’s been hours since you disappeared.” Mr. Dorado checks in on Obsidian.
“Huff, yea I'm here. I just got finished with some business I’ll be back in five.” Obsidian answers, slightly out of breath.
“Alright, if you’re okay, come back soon, we’re about to hit the beds.” Mr. Dorado says, Midas can be heard in the background.
“Alright, Obsidian out.”
Obsidian tosses the bug head, he takes a large, exhausted exhale, walks up to a device on the ground, and stomps on it, destroying it. In a burst of pressure, the blood flies off of him, and he teleports out. We flash forward to the end of the week. The family arrives home to the mansion. When they get home, they pack everything they need to leave the planet. After a while of getting ready, they tell Obsidian they’re ready to leave, until Mr. Dorado gets a call. No one can tell what the call is for, but it seems urgent. Para puts on a smile.
“Dear please come with me. Midas, father has some urgent business to attend to, stay here and don’t move, understood.” Para says urgently
Midas: “father, what’s the matter.”
Mr. Dorado quickly puts on his coat
Obsidian: “Sir, if you're heading out, I should escort the two of you.”
Para: “Obsidian stay with Midas.”
Obsidian: “I'm aware you are capable, but I'm here for a reason.”
Para: “OBSIDIAN STAY HERE, THAT’S AN ORDER.”
Obsidian stares at Dorado, who struggles to hide his stress. Something shifts in Obsidian as he stiffens.
Obsidian: “yes sir.” He nods
Para puts on another fake smile
Para: “Don’t let Midas out of your sight, stay by his side. Midas sit tight alright, I’ll give Obsidian a call and everything will be good to go, okay.”
Midas: “dad… okay, I’ll stay.”
Para: “That’s my boy.”
Para hugs Midas tightly and the Dorado’s shut the door tightly behind them.
“Hey lets... Let’s watch some tv.” Midas puts on a smile and happily trots over to the living room.
Obsidian watches Midas march away and thinks to himself. “Somethings not right.”
Awhile passes and we cut to Obsidian and Midas watching tv, but Midas doesn’t look very focused. At some point Obsidian heads to the bathroom. He closes the door and stands in the middle. He starts to glow a bright purple and speaks. “Mirror Space.”
The middle plane of Obsidian’s cracks and splits the room in two. Obsidian peels his body from the middle plane, forcing his two halves apart, creating a doppelganger.
The two speak in sync.
“Para is almost at the port, get there before he does.”
The doppelganger disappears and the room goes back to normal. Obsidian goes back to the living room. When Obsidian sits down, Midas looks like he has something to say.
“Mister, may I ask. What’s your story.” Midas asks
“My story?” Obsidian says unsure what he means.
“Yes, everyone has a story. I wonder what yours is. You’re incredibly powerful, I can’t think of anyone who can compare. How did you become the way you are. If you don’t mind me asking, you don’t have to tell me if you wish not to.” Midas says curled up on the couch, arms around his knees. He seems distracted.
Obsidian remains quiet
Midas: “I believed so, it’s fine, no need to tell me.”
Obsidian seems like he’s not listening.
Midas looks up at Obsidian.
Obsidian: “you want a story.”
Midas’ eyes widen. He nods
Obsidian: “I'm game. Got nothing better to do.”
Obsidian: “Have you heard of the black conquest.”
Midas: “Yes, the Black conquest was taught in my school.”
Obsidian: “there was a time during the black conquest where the Unified Xeno Republic, had the advantage. 400 years after the conquest began, the Xeno’s had created a virus, that had the sole purpose of turning Empyreans into monsters.”
“For 50 years the UXR was able to push back the Eternal Monarchy. However, during that time the supreme commander of the UXR, would be defeated by the Phoenix king.”
“This would be a major blow for the UXR, but fortune be on their side the virus they created, would spread more and more, forcing the Eternal Monarchy to pull back, leading to the Great Halt. A stalemate between both factions with no one able to make any moves.”
“During this stalemate, a group of 13 incredibly power warriors were born, and for next 50 years would be raised into the greatest forces of destruction ever created. The Whiteknights.”
Midas gasps, as he listens intensely.
“The creation of the Whiteknights would singlehandedly break this stalemate. Their might was so great it catapulted the Eternal Monarchy to victory. Allowing them to take the entire universe itself.”
Midas: “Incredible, but what happened to the Whiteknights after the great war. Where did they go.”
Obsidian takes a serious expression.
Obsidian: “their purpose was fulfilled; their existence was no longer needed. So, in act of foolish rebellion attempted to have more than they deserved, challenged their ruler. Because of their greed they faded away into obscurity. After everything was said and done, one was sealed away, four knights would be felled on the battlefield, two would abandon their comrades, not sharing their greed. Five would rebel against the king they fought for, after 500 years of war. And two would betray their comrades. In order to save themselves.”
Obsidian scowls, seeming to take personal offense to his story.
He sighs and goes back to his dead stare.
Midas believing the story is over applauds.
Midas: “amazing tale Mister. I have a few questions: how do you know so much about the heroes of legend, and why they vanished. Or were you just telling a tall tale.”
Obsidian remains quiet for a while.
“I know, because I was created at that exact time.” he says cryptically
“I see. So, you knew the Knights personally.” Midas asks
“More than you know.” he answers
“Incredible to be friends with legends. Wait but that was 600 years ago. So does that mean. Are you really 600 years old Mister.” Midas infers
“Yeah, you got a problem with that.” obsidian asks sternly
“No sir. It's just that the normal life expectancy for an Empyrean is around 400. So, you must be incredibly powerful. Especially since you don’t look that old. Well just a little.” Midas snickers
“What was that.”
“Nothing Mister.”
We shift to the doppelganger's perspective.
He sneaks through the port, unable to be detected. He teleports up to the ceiling of the ports and hides in a gap above Dorado’s personal ports. He waits for a while, before the Dorado’s arrive. Their guards flood the port, a group of ten black and gold warriors. They stand attention as the Dorado’s Walk past. They stand vigilant for a while until a small group approach from the shadows.
“Para Dorado! And Ms. Dorado! It’s good to see the both of you, about ready to leave so soon are you, that’s a shame.” A mysterious man greets para, dressed in an extravagant black three-piece suit with gold lining.
A trio of well-equipped but dapper looking men walk behind the extravagant man.
“Senator Sou’wo, for what purpose have you called I.”
“Well, you see, with you leaving Gamma Bright, I have to see you off personally.” He lets out a coy chuckle.
“Oh, and by the way, I know about your little helper. He seems top class. How much was he. I thought you were strong enough on your own, but that’s just me.” He speaks in a playful but mocking tone.
“Senator, please get to the point.” Para, showing genuine impatience.
“Of course, I do tend to ramble. We need you to sign the new law. You’re a dominant figurehead in the game. If you signed it, it would be all said and done.”
“Really. You called me for an old law?! You have the entire senate wrapped around your finger, do you not? You could’ve forced it’s signing a long time ago, why do I need to sign this ridiculous law.” Dorado shows visible annoyance.
“Because, lord Dorado, it makes things fair. I can’t just throw my weight around. That’s no fun.” Sou’wo walks up to Dorado and gets in his face.
“Don’t you like that, fairness, justice. To give everyone a shot at the goal!” Sou’wo gives a dark smile.
“My husband has stated before that we will not sign Any your laws, or bills, or whatever you may be scheming.” Ms. Dorado speaks up for her husband.
“Para my friend, you should really teach your wife some courtesy. “ Sou’wo takes a sterner expression.
“My wife speaks true. As do I, Senator.” Para defends his wife and his choice through gritted teeth.
“Are you sure that’s the best option for your family?” Sou’wo takes a few steps back.
Suddenly an intense pressure is felt, and in an instant, the entire area is turned into pure gold, except for the people in it. It starts raining gold dust. “I suggest you take your leave.”
Sou’wo stares through Dorado. “Fine, have your way. But just know, the monarch always gets what it wants. After all, everything it grasps becomes eternal.”
The doppelganger remains expressionless, as Sou’wo begins to leave, the doppelganger fades away. When Sou’wo goes to leave, he twitches and looks up to the ceiling. He smacks his teeth and leaves. The memories of the doppelganger return to Obsidian and suddenly he’s violently angry. But he pushes it aside, since now's not the time to act. A while passes, and Obsidian gets that call. Midas gets his bags, and gets back to Obsidian, who teleports them both to the port. They appear outside of the port, as Obsidian wants to check the perimeter. He teleports to several buildings and even below ground to inspect the tunnels. He teleports back to Midas after determining no irregularities in the area.
Before Obsidian goes to teleport them to the port. Midas requests they walk the distance. Obsidian debates just teleporting; however, the coast is seemingly clear, and if they walk, he might be able to sense something go off if he takes his time. Obsidian decides it should be fine and teleports to the street and enters the port. As the two walk through the hallway into the Lord's hanger, Midas strikes up a conversation.
“Mister, I must admit, I will miss my home.” Midas says
“Will you.” Obsidian responds dismissively
“Yes, I was born here, anyone would miss their birthplace. Don't you?”
“Not at all.” obsidian says with disgust in his tone.
“Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I haven't even got to say goodbye the friends I made, to the school I love. It’s a shame we can’t stay. But then I wouldn’t have met you.” Midas says joyfully
“I guess so.” They walk a bit more
“Mister, did you have fun.” Midas stops and asks.
Obsidian stops a little ahead.
“I don’t know. It was all new to me.” Obsidian answers
“Well, I hope you, figure it out.” Midas smiles wide.
They enter the lords dock and Midas runs ahead and turns to face the entrance. Obsidian watches Midas run in, with a big goofy grin. With the job done, Obsidian wonders what he’ll do next.
But suddenly behind Obsidians goggles, his eyes widen in surprise.
Suddenly there’s a shockwave, as the audio receivers in Obsidians goggles deafen. Obsidian can feel the ship rapidly and unnaturally expand. He darts around the corner, and from his point of view the ship is engulfed in a fireball. He can spot Midas almost consumed in the flames. Quickly moving, he teleports grabbing Midas, for a second he tries to feel out for the Dorado’s, but the flames completely fill in the space making finding anything impossible. He teleports him and Midas outside, atop of a far but high up building.
His audio receivers readjust to hear the explosion. Getting a good look outside, a large section of the port is destroyed. As a mushroom cloud flings shrapnel into the air. Before Obsidian can make sense of things a second explosion erupts spitting up a pillar of flame. The explosion causes most of the port to collapse in on itself as it causes a massive sinkhole. Warriors and hazard workers swarm the scene to try to contain the calamity.
Obsidian puts down Midas and teleports above the destroyed hanger. He descends the smoke moving around the space Obsidian is in. From what he can barely see, the grounds completely caved in. No matter how strong dorado may be, being caught off guard by two high-grade explosions, would kill almost anyone. Obsidian determines he has failed his mission and has bigger things to worry about before analyzing his mistakes. He teleports back to Midas. He’s standing at the edge of the building, seemingly to shocked to move.
Obsidian walks up and sits down on the edge of the building next to the kid.
“Mom... Dad... What happened??”
Midas says as the event begins to weigh in. He reaches out and steps over the edge, but Obsidian catches him by the collar, as he dangles like a destroyed puppy. Obsidian lifts him back on the edge of the building.
Like the fallen devastators that conquer the stars, the weight of this tragedy crashes down on Midas. He lets out a terrible wail, struggling to reach out to his parents, trying to free himself from Obsidian. Obsidian is beginning to get annoyed, so he teleports back to the Deadspear, and tosses Midas on the lounge, and sits on the other side of the circular couch.
“Where did you take me!!? We must go back; you can’t leave them!!!”
Midas jumps over the center round table.
“No point, chances of their deaths are 10 to 1, and there could---.”
Midas grabs Obsidian by the collar.
“Your lying!!! There’s no way there dead! My mother and my father… their strong, that couldn’t have killed them!”
“You don’t get it, if we go back, I'm putting you in danger. So shut up, while I---”
“Don’t tell me to shut up! Don’t dare tell me to shut up! You let my parents die!!!” Midas yells in Obsidian’s face
“I didn’t let anything happen, your father made a mistake not utilizing me to his fullest, he put everyone else's well-being over his own, and even your mother was far to caring. They were fools, any other lord would’ve sacrificed anyone for their own sake.” Obsidian coldly rationalizes
“How dare you! They are not fools!!!” Midas raises a fist and punches Obsidian in the temple.
Obsidian grabs the kid by the tie, gets up, and slams him through his table, completely wrecking it and leaving Midas gasping.
Kneeling, he raises Midas to his face not letting go of the tie.
“Listen, due to unforeseen circumstances, your father and mother are dead. Because of this now you're my responsibility, until further notice, you listen to me. I will not hesitate to be rid you if you continue to be a nuisance.” Obsidian drops Midas and walks off
Midas cries on the crushed remains of a table, the pain failing to register as his emotions spiral out of control.
He tries to get up, but his body fails him falling on his hands and knees. He looks at Obsidian angrily.
“Like you care, they weren’t your family, you’re just a mercenary and that’s it!!!”
Obsidian stops for a second
“The dead remain dead after all. No point in trying to change it.”
“You bastard. I hate you!” Midas grits his teeth.
“But The time I spent here. It was intriguing, enjoyable maybe.” Obsidian walks off to the cockpit of his ship.
Midas curls up on the floor, grabbing his head. He grips hard on the hairs on his head
“Why. Why did this have happened to me. I was happy. I just wanted to spend time with my father. Why!!” Midas quivers in anger.
Midas's mind grows darker and darker, his once bright, perfect life, now shattering around him after meeting that man. He was stolen from, the revolutionaries took everything, and he’ll never get it back. His family, his home, his life, all of its ruined.
“I… I must avenge them, The Revoltors ruined everything, they took it all from me, I must take it all from them. I must!” Midas bites his lip till it starts to bleed, the anger seething within him. His eyes start glowing a fiery gold, as they change from hazel to gold.
Obsidian sits down in his captain's chair and begins go over what happened in his head. If he didn’t go on that vacation, he could’ve monitored the port from afar, but he was out of range and distracted. However, Revoltors were all over the planet, so the only solution was to make them stay, which wasn’t possible.
When he checked the port before there was nothing wrong, of the must’ve planted the bomb while he was away. There must’ve been a bomb on the ship, the first explosion was far too quick, any slower and Obsidian could’ve reacted. The second explosion came directly from underground, Obsidian could feel it tear through. The port was guarded 24/7 so the only way to sneak a bomb on the ship, was through an inside man. But Dorado’s guard were loyal from what Obsidian could tell. Unless that Sou’wo and his goons had something to do with it. Conniving bastard.
While Obsidian was thinking Midas walks up to Obsidian.
Obsidian glance at the boy. His pupils flaming gold. “Obsidian.”
“Leave. Go rest your head or something.” Obsidian dismisses him.
“You’re a page hunter; I have a job.”
Midas’ serious tone got his attention.
“What?” Obsidian lets him speak.
“You’re good at killing people. Right?”
“It’s what I was created for.”
“Then I request, nay, a Demand. I want you, to hunt down every last one of those filth that believe they can take from my family and ruin my life.”
“I don’t work for free.” Obsidian tests Midas, how will he pay.
“You will do what I demand, for I have nothing, but a rage that will not be quenched, until I see blood.”
There’s an uncomfortable pause
Obsidian slowly takes his feet off the console and turns his chair to Midas. He leans down resting his elbows on his knees. He stares into Midas’ eyes, and Midas glares into the void behind Obsidian’s goggles.
Obsidian scoffs
“You're lucky, if it were any other, you would’ve payed for your arrogance.”
Obsidian gets out of the chair kneels.
“Alright kid, I'm a free man now, I could use some more work.”
Obsidian puts his hand out.
Midas grabs it giving a firm handshake.
“Pleasure doing business.”
Obsidian smiles devilishly
Midas’ fury turns into a wicked glee.
We shift our point of view.
We move down into the port. A while has passed, and the smoke has cleared leaving the moonlight to shine bright. The sound of boots storms the grounds as Wild game Revoltor soldiers approach the massive hill of wreckage. A mound scrap, and rock cooled from the explosion. From the wreckage a figure with large shards of metal jetting out of its body bursts out. It stumbles over and starts rummaging the scrap pile. We get closer as the charred man pulls a charred woman from deep in the pile, the body is impaled with large scraps of metal.
“Mary my dear, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry.” He hugs the body.
The soldier all take positions around the mound. One talks into a device. “Commander targets still alive, moving in to finish the job.” The soldiers raise their guns.
We see the man raise his head from wreckage.
“Hear me well. I, am Para Dorado, the Golden Lord.” He stands tall upon the wreck, his raspy and now grizzled voice bellows.
“You have made a grave error. RETALIATION IS AT HAND!!!” Dorado raises his hand to the sky, and slams it upon the mound, the entire area turns to gold.
A handle comes out of the gold. He grabs the handle and from it a twin sided war hammer is created. He creates a second hammer from his golden aura. We see his face. One of his eyes his charred shut. He’s burned from head to toe. But his eye, it burns fiery gold, filled with a rage and head strong determination. He throws one of his hammers and as impacts the ground, gold spikes break up the soldier's iron tight formation. He’s blitzes down and grabs his hammer. The soldiers open fire. Dorado turns his entire upper body into gold, shielding himself from the bullets. He swings at a soldier, cracking his body and sending him flying, he stomps down, and pillars of gold spike impale three soldiers. He guides the spikes to impale three others, but a swordsman dices up the spikes.
The soldier regroup, and rush in. A big xeno soldier rushes in punches Dorado away. He lands on his feet and shields himself from a hail of rifle fire. A storm of spirit erupts from Dorado, as gold dust falls from the sky. The dust begins to clump up, and then multiple spike balls burst out stabbing multiple groups of soldiers. Dorado swings his hammer creating a massive tsunami of liquid gold. He swings his other hammer creating another wave.
A soldier from a far with a high caliber rifle aims at Dorado. A massive xeno comes from up high and slams down onto Dorado. The two engage in a slug fest trading blow after blow. While he trades blows with the xeno bruiser, Dorado notices the shooter, but with the brute pressing down on him he can’t react or defend.
The soldier pulls the trigger, but it is he who is shot. From the mound of rubble Mary holds a smoking pistol in her hands. She limps over and grabs a fallen rifle and with great accuracy makes some of the soldiers fall back. Dorado, seeing his love fight till the end, burns with even stronger determination. Dorado takes a punch from the bruiser headfirst, combining his hammers into a great spear and impaling It through the Soldiers head.
He then launches another wave of gold pushing the soldiers further back. And retreating to Mary. He creates a small fortress giving Mary a sniper's nest, and he too creates a bow and arrow to fight at range.
“Damn it! How does he have this much fight left. He’s already at death door!!” A soldier yell
Keep attacking, focus the shooter, then he’ll go down too.” Another yells.
Now it seems the duo can’t be defeated, until three mysterious figures leap from up high and start attacking Para. Para defends to the best of his abilities but the three are quite powerful.
Making matters worse, a Revoltor fires a rocket collapsing Para’s foot hold. Para falls into a group of soldiers, and with blades and fists start laying into Para. He fights and fights, not letting anyone gain ground on him. Things grow more and more dire, as one of the mystery warriors, charges a ball of energy, and blasts one of Para’s arms clean off.
But he won’t stop, he uses the open wound to create spikes to push the man off him and cracks a soldier over the head with his hammer. He lets out a powerful war cry, giving this fight his everything.
However, suddenly and from no-where a giant beam of light, completely eradicates the golden tower, Mary was in. Para looks behind him in horror. Then he looks up and a beam of light comes crashing down on him, completely engulfing him. As his body starts breaking completely apart, and he embraces his final moments, he has one last thought.
“Midas my boy. Mary my love. I am beyond grateful. Thank you.”
The explosion causes all to fade to black.
We fade into a new perspective
“Commander, the assassination attempt was successful. We were assisted by an unknown force.”
In an underground base hidden from the surface, the UR plan their next move.
Commander: “Unknown force, run it by me, what happened.”
UR soldier: “three powerful shadow men came down and helped us.”
Commander: “I see, strange, anything else.”
UR soldier: “at the end, the Dorado’s were completely eradicated by beams of light. It caused quite the collateral.”
Commander: “did… did you say beams of light. Damn it all.”
UR: “sir.”
Commander: “Ignore me. Where’s the son? Was his death confirmed.”
UR soldier: “No sir, his nor the page hunter's bodies were found.”
Commander: “they must’ve escaped somehow.”
The commander stands up from his chair. “I want the son captured or killed! We can’t leave any loose ends!”
“Yes, sir!!!” A series of soldiers salute their commander
We shift to one more perspective.
In a new zone, on a different planet with a purple atmosphere, we see a ship land on a platform. The ship ramp opens and from it, senator Sou’wo walks out, with his three men. He walks onto the platform, men in uniform, bowing at his presence. He and his men walk into an elevator that takes him up to a higher floor. His men split off as he reaches his office. The senator opens the door to his office, walks in and sits in his chair.
Just then he gets a call.
Sou’wo: “hello.”
???: “we’ve completed the mission.”
Sou’wo: “I know, very good, thank you. That’ll be all from you. Your men are free to go.”
???: “thank you, sir, what about the survivors.”
Sou’wo: “hunt them down of course, no need to leave loose ends, but I'm sure you knew that.”
???: “of course, sir. Hopefully this will be our last call.”
Sou’wo: “hopefully, I sick of working with you profane filth. Goodbye.”
Sou’wo hangs up the unknown number.
Senator Sou’wo sits back in his chair.
“I swear, everyone is so useless nowadays. But then again when my brother is the obstacle there’s nothing you can do, that’s the nature of us *white devils*.”