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#51  Edited By Last_Guardian

@y_intercept@cassius_knightfall@_animus_@autocrat

2033

Even in the most dire of circumstances, Jacob Grayson had never wavered in his vision of a better future. In his heroic arrogance he had always thought that as long as he could keep on fighting just another day, everything would end up being okay. But now, everything had gone to hell..

The shock-waves from the powerful tremor induced by the faux-Champion had thrown off his equilibrium. Buildings were torn asunder all around him and his legs were pinned to the ground by a falling slab of rock. His left leg was shattered completely under the weight but even then, he repressed the human instinct to cry out in pain and instead got back up, pushing the heavy debris to one side with a telekinetic wave. Dragging his dead leg behind him, the crippled hero crawled towards the building where the soldier's had told him that this "Eldrick" was hiding out, intent on helping in any way he could. That was until the sky lit up in magnificent shades of neon blue. Many of the soldiers who were trying to get back up were immediately entranced by the beam of light but the Guardian knew he had to focus on the task at hand.

He had lost too much blood. It was becoming all too clear that Death was slowly but surely creeping over him, it's long, bony fingers shivering with the anticipation of finally claiming the resilient hero for itself. Jacob Grayson, the Last Guardian of the Lightforce, the man who had fought a hundred battles in outer space and who had resisted bravely in the face of an earth-shattering robotic menace was now too weak to fight another day. However, resolute as always, the aging hero was determined to not let this be his legacy. He refused to go out as the failed leader of a false Sanctuary, who let his carelessness and false sense of security get the better of him. He would not be a footnote, just another name in the Third Society's long list of victims. No, he was determined to make a difference. Even if he couldn't change the present, he could at least try and change the past, and maybe even the future.

With one last burst of energy, the hero crawled up to a wall and pulled himself up using equal parts waning human strength and telekinesis. Now, in this most dire of times, he would attempt something that he never thought he could. Ancient legends of the Guardians told of how a select few of the order could, under extreme duress, exit the flow of time and essentially walk along its path. In doing so these Guardians could observe multiple pasts, presents, and futures, even influencing past and future events in small ways to alter the flow. It was said that if a Guardian was spiritually unprepared to undergo this otherworldly experience, his or her mind would not be able to process the infinite amount of information and could go very easily insane, becoming lost in the flow of time for eternity, a fate far worse than any hell.

Feeling the extreme heat from the oncoming beam, Jacob closed his eyes and put all of his focus in the Lightforce, for only it could guide him to where he needed to go.

Present Day

The young Guardian walked the broken steps of the once-majestic feat of architecture. During his four years in space there wasn't a day that passed in which he wasn't wishing he was back here, back home where he belonged. Little did he know that the building had fallen into such...disrepair. He crouched down to inspect a large boulder buried halfway in the ground. Unearthing a little more of the boulder revealed three unmistakable letters, three letters that meant the world to him...

W...A...L...

It was the great stone that stood in the middle of an arch at the entrance of We Are Legend HQ. He remembered once trying to move the stone on a dare from NeVann. He failed, of course, and was mercilessly made fun of for the next week for even attempting it. The young hero had grown strong during his time in space, however, and now he wanted to test his progress. Focusing all of his telekinetic strength on the heavy stone, he attempted to pull it out of the ground. At first it wouldn't budge but once he got it moving just a bit, it easily slid out if its crater. The Guardian lifted the stone into the air once again alowing his mind wander to days gone by, imagining it resting majestic upon its arch, where it belonged He wondered if it would one day stand there again.

"JACOB!"

The sudden interruption made the young Guardian drop the enormous boulder, letting it land with a huge thud into the ground. Drawing his emerald-bladed lightsaber, Jacob turned to the face the source of the voice that had intruded upon his reverie only to see a strange, bearded man with outstretched arms, glowing with an unearthly blue light.

You must go on the offensive!
You must go on the offensive!

"Jesus?" The Guardian asked.

"Stop being an idiot, Jacob and listen, I don't have much time!" The apparition shot back.

"Who are..."

"I am you, I am Jacob Grayson from the year 2033. I've come to warn you! In a few months a group called the Third Society will reveal itself to humanity. It will come bearing gifts but you will immediately know that they are not what they seem. They seek to eradicate all organic life on this planet. Your first instinct will be to set up a defense, to hide and harbor survivors but, Jacob, that is wrong, you will be wrong just as I was wrong and too many people will die as a result. You must go on the offensive. Hunt these people down!"

"Hunt who down?" The young hero asked, still recovering from the surreal shock that with talking to one's future self.

I...I...don't know. But I know a few people who might. Jacob, it is very important that you remember these names: Animus, Y-Intercept, Cassius Knightfall, and Bastian Klemens. One of them may hold the key to changing your future, changing our future.

The apparition's glow suddenly became much more intense before unexpectedly exploding in a flash of blue light. Jacob immediately felt sick to his stomach, as if a piece of himself had just died a horrible death. Just as before, the night was now quiet with only the occasion cricket breaking the veil of silence. Jacob stood there replaying the message from his future self in his mind. Cassius, Y, Bastian, Animus...Cassius, Y, Bastian, Animus..

Walking back to his swoop bike, he logged into his built-in computer and ran a quick search. Immediately a result came up for the name "Knightfall." Apparently, the name was quite famous. The Guardian, now on a mission from is future self hopped onto his swoop bike and rode out into the night, all the while wondering how long it would take him to grow such an epic beard.

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A rapid succession of assault on the masked Knightfall's sense's left him cloudy. A brief but crushing force rapidly compressing him before a burst of sideways momentum and a hard collision with the cold city streets. Hearing his nephews barked orders as the two of them collided with the ground. Hand and eye disjointed, miscommunications between brain and trigger finger as Cassius tried to get back up to his feet. Blurred vision and a knotted stomach as his body tried to right itself, potent seasickness type feeling lingering on with him. His physical distress dwarfed by that in his heart. Slamming his pistol into the side of his mask, a caveman style attempt to rattle his head straight. Fringes of grey coating his peripheral vision as his focus began to tighten. The center of his eye locked onto the form of his tormentor, his worlds destroyer, the face of his despair and his anger.

Instinct taking over as the rounds began to fly, his feet suddenly finding firm settled ground as the sickness began to fall back behind the surge of furious energy. No thought for his nephews approach only for what he had to do, his nephew was smart enough to know what to do. Cassius's pace ever increasing as he ran towards his target, his usual tactics and games thrown out of the window. This was as personal as it could ever be and his response would be the same ten fold. Expending his ammo from the new pistols in a torrent of rounds lighting the sky around him with trails of fire as he advanced. Unsheathing a shimmering blade and lunging towards the women who had broken his soul as the gap closed. A feral and unrelenting strike towards the side of her neck utilizing every gram , every pound of his rushing body focussed on the point of a razor aimed with the sole intent to maim and cause extreme bodily harm.

"The only end i need to see is yours."

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The blistering barrage of pure energy could be felt burrowing through the core of Gothic into the very Earth itself—only a matter of moments now. The resilient push from the résistance afforded humanity with a slice of hope that the gloom end would somehow be averted. Man vs. Machine; a common theme often expressed in literary works, this was no literary short story—nor was it an aspect of cinematic science fiction. Humanity pressed against the precipice of extermination, and survival would have to ensure they’re saviors succeeded.

Knightfalls—Two successors of her very own creators; they represent the last stand of humanity; Zedora press forward to continue her assault on the 1st family, only to be unceremoniously halted by the vicious volley of gun fire. Thick chucks of her synthetic flesh ripped from her body revealing the cybernetic implants hidden underneath. Each bullet singed the essence of her being, stopping any chance she had at mounting forward progress with her assault.

“GRAAAAAAAAH!” She screamed uncharacteristically; in this intimate moment…Cassius and Mark made Zedora remember she too was a human. He drew near, prompting the super computer to respond with a powerful telekinetic push not as a defensive maneuver; but as an evasive one. The TK push at an angle shot her backwards and temporarily out of harm’s way, but also gave her the much needed space to launch a single attack on Cassius; moving in a thick cerulean barrage towards Cassius attempt to gain access to his rear blindside; attempting to relief him of his life, by snapping his neck.

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“Get that damn machine operational!” The young Newcastle screamed, watching the rattled professor struggle to engage all of the switches. The planetary weapon collided with the Earth, time was not on their side; soon the Earth’s core would have a negative reaction with the beam…and it’d all be over.

“Fire!” She could hear Autocrat’s team scream, opening fire on Mecha Kane Liafador; he’d found them; and would stop at nothing to end them. Things went dark in LA; it was highly probable that both Animus and Y-Intercept met their doom at the hands of the husk Champion.

The sounds of battle clogged their thoughts, but neither of them could allow the ambient noise to hinder what they planned to achieve. “It’s on, but it’s not working. We don’t have the power needed to run such a device” Eldrick screamed, feeling the presence of the husk drawing close. “Autocrat’s team is being pushed back…” He whispered, realizing that death was upon them all.

“We can’t hold off that many husk…” Anja, Autocrat’s companion spit, showing visible signs of battle tear. “Look out!” the young Newcastle screamed, pushing Anja out of the way, saving her from the rage of a berserking husk. Throwing her powerful claws up to end the husk, Anja’s hand stopped the death blow. “We can use the husk to power the machine!” The intricate lights on the husk suggest it ran on some internal power source. “Uh…you’re right…” she said, before getting violently tossed to the ground by the violent tremor erupting from the Earth.

Digging her hand in the mouth ripping out the synthetic wire, she quickly attached it to the input valve on the machine. “It’s powering up!” the doctor screamed. “We’ve done it!” rushing to the small console he was able to enable to switches that opened the temporal portal. “It’s open!” He screamed, only seconds before taking a powerful claw to his abdomen from the advancing hordes of husk. “Go…save...Us…all…” He gasp with his final words.

“The time is now!” Illyana screamed throwing herself through the portal without regards to the others; they had their mission, she had her own.

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Huge plumes of molten ash spurt from the core of the Earth, littering the damned city with hot soot and lava. Zedora stood with the lifeless body of Cassius Knightfall in her hands; it was as if she was marveling in his death, but in his final moments…the crafty Knightfall had managed to deliver a devastating blow with his Katana. Her laborious breaths foreshadowed her coming end, releasing him from her death grip; the Synthetic Siren fell to the ground just seconds after she released him. “I don’t remember…what it’s like to be human…” She whispered, not to anyone in particular.

“I’m sure you don’t, but in your final moments…you will understand what it’s like to die like one” Mark’s voice hit her ears from not too far off, the immense energy resounding from not too far off applied that Autocrat and Eldrick had succeeded in opening the time loop. “And to fail like one” he said, slowly dissipating from existence.

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Present Day

“Mr. Animus we have someone who claims she’s from the future here, she says she needs to meet with you…and that it’s important…shall I notify security?”