Stryke #1: Fractured Minds

GIZA, EGYPT

A scorpion frantically walks around the arid grounds of the Sahara, it's pincers clipping away eagerly to catch some prey. From the distance, the scorpion looks upon the great pyramids of Giza; history claiming that it was built in order to store great treasures as well as being the final resting place of Pharaohs. Nevertheless, it is indeed a wonder of the world.

The scorpion stops in its tracks as it gazes upon the massive structure only for the predator to turn at the sight of a shadow. It prepares itself as lifts its tail with great agility, only for the scorpion to be sliced in half in a blinding light.

The tall figure smiles upon the dead arachnid, pressing it against the sand with his foot as he walks towards the pyramid. His long silver hair flowed through the dry wind. His samurai-like sword gleamed a blinding light with every step. He continued to smile as he observed tourists taking photos of the Wonder of the world. He slowly lifted his hand high above his head and with the snap of his fingers, a loud thunder boomed.

The figure continued to walk toward the pyramid, passing the burnt corpses under the hot sun.

OLYMPIA, GREECE

The Temple of Zeus, built to honor the Greek God. It's architecture was said to be great until its demise by the hands of earthquakes allowed the Earth itself to eat up what man had created. What remains are only huge chunks of the temple.

Various French archeologists were present under the sky as they were excavating whatever else they could find of the temple, the French succeeded in uncovering the Statue of Zeus, it was only a matter of time before they could find something else of great importance.

They searched and searched until one finally shouted "Look!" in his native tongue. His companions snapped their heads up to see what he found. The group looked upon at what he was pointing at, a large figure standing over the excavation site. He smiled as he waved at the group, only for the group to be lifted into the air and being dropped from over 100ft in the air over the sight of a blade.

YUKON TERRITORY, CANADA

The clouds have not been kind to the cold desert as it never shed sunlight upon the land. Various animals prefer the weather as they walk around the snow and ice, doing whatever they were doing.

A tall figure walked upon the cold wasteland as the snow melts beneath his feet, he wears the armor of a warrior and the need for heat, did not faze him at all.

KYOTO, JAPAN

Tourists walk upon the streets of Kyoto, observing the way of life of the Japanese. The people continue their day with glee, their hearts full of life. Various tourists take a stroll down to the museums where they witness the historical culture of the Japanese as they observe the Emperors of the past, the samurai as well as their weaponry.

A little boy looks walks around the museum with a bored expression on his face, evident that his parent forced him to go. He wanders around in search of a bathroom until something caught his eye; a samurai sword laying against the waist of a tall figure. He smiles as he runs towards the item. He stops and marvels at its clean condition, he lifts his arm as temptation reached his heart. The figure grabs the arm of the boy, the little one remains shocked as he observes the man smiling at him. A sharp pain is felt, he looks down to see as something warm was felt on his stomach, he looks up once again to see the long silver haired man smiling with glee.

NORTHERN LIGHTS, NORWAY

The sight of the northern lights are always a pleasure to see. Despite the cold weather, many people observe the magnificent lights do their dance in the sky, the colors and the smooth flow allows for anyone, even of a grumpy nature, to be smiling and find hope.

The people walk upon the snow outside their homes observing the lights, the parents tell the children to stay inside. Their faces express worry and the feeling is mutual in the small town. The lights were rather violent, shifting position such as a disturbed sleeper.

In the distance, the long silver haired warrior walks towards the small town as he looks at the strange phenomenon. He flashes his teeth as he laughs. Clutching his samurai-like sword as he speaks, his words are repeated into the minds of his duplicates.

"Beware Beware, for he has come."

TRINITY BASE

The Rider looked at the mirror in his room, he inspected his left arm. There was only his plain light skin, no sign of the strange symbol he had witnessed from his past during the encounter with the little girl and from recent experiences. Alex looked closely; nothing. He turned away from the mirror and walked toward his bed where he sat down upon the firm mattress, and took out a tape recorder.

This is Alex Gray, this is my third memory in case something happens.
It was in Quebec City where I learned of an orphanage nearby. After eating in a soup kitchen as I did in every city I passed by, I went to the orphanage. They had no record of me, but what I did see at the corner of my eye was a little girl hiding behind a wall, only peeking out a bit. She was familiar, in fact, she was the girl from my vision. I walked towards her, but she ran off. I ran after her. It was there that she entered into an empty room. There were no windows and no sign of any habitation. She was facing the wall with her head down. I approached her and placed my hand on her shoulder. It was there that a strange symbol was glowing in my upper left arm and the little girl's hand was glowing as well. Her symbol different from mine. She turned and I removed my hand in that instance. She looked at me with a pair of innocent blue eyes. She then said, "I know what you want, but the answers will be revealed over time. You are the key, the protector. I've seen what's to come. Beware of the rival, beware of him." I looked at her with confusion, I asked what she was talking about. She said, "Go to the far east, your destiny is to protect. Do so." With that, the girl disappeared and the room began to grow silent. I had to go to the Far East, I apparently had a destiny to fulfill.
I'm with the Trinity, and I've been doing what she told me, protecting. And honestly, the job suites me well, I follow orders without hesitation. But recently, I've had her voice warning me about someone. I think its him. I don't know who he is or what he has to do with anything, but if it helps me find out who I am, then I'll take the chance.

Alex stopped the recorder and set it down beside him, he rubbed his face contemplating on what he just said, whether it was really the truth or just a statement for him to be secure.

ALL TRINITY MEMBERS REPORT TO THE BRIEFING CENTER AT ONCE

Debra's voice boomed through the sound system. The Rider got up from his bed and continued to the location Debra had commanded. He was at the hallway, just a few door away from the room, until his arm began to glow blue once more, the sharp pain pierced through his arm and rattled his head.

HE HAS COME!

The Rider broke out in sweat as he gasped for air, clutching his arm. He waited a few minutes until he entered the room, Alex remained in the back as he listened in on the briefing. There were various monitors displaying various events occurring at the same time, each one marked with a city: GIZA, OLYMPIA, KYOTO, YUKON, NORWAY.

Giza- the Monitor displayed a massive flood going onto the dry lands.

Olympia- An Earthquake that broke world records regarding its magnitude.

Kyoto- Storms that were unprecedented.

Yukon- Heat was now presented in the icy desert. Melting ice and causing floods and avalanches nearby.

Norway- The radical change in the sky.

Maya spoke as she explained the various phenomenon, but she soon pointed out the reason why she cared. Each screen had the same figure. A tall man with silver hair.

Alex ignored her words, he looked at each screen as his hands began to get sweaty. When he looked at Norway a dark voice echoed in his head.

Come Here.

The Rider slowly left as he walked out of the room, trying to be unnoticed by his teammates. And left for the Hangar Bay. He quickly collected his things and looked at the controls, remembering every movement his teammates had done to get it working. He left for the Northern Lights with Stryke beside him, but his head was echoing with the same words over and over, almost hypnotic.

Beware, beware, the little mountain sight.
Beware, beware, all it's might.
Beware, beware, they must unite.
Beware, Beware, there will be a fight.
Beware, beware.
Beware, beware.
Beware, beware.

Maya leaned on the counter her palm pressing against the bottom of her chin, trying to find any amount of information on the silver haired man. “He’s not on any database…it’s like he came out of thin air” Maya said, pushing both her hands through her goldenrod hair. “Maybe Alex knows something, he kind of went off by himself” Debra said, evenly dispersing the dressing in her salad. “He's been all jittery and anti-social lately” the redhead said, taking a bite of her salad.

“Hmmmm” Maya thought, trying to think about what she knew about Stryke. “It’s hard to help someone who doesn’t have much to him” she said, trying to warm her thighs by rubbing them. “He keeps going on about fulfilling a purpose; but I will admit I’ve never seen him this riled up at the sight of a person before…” she said, standing to her feet.

“I’ll get to the bottom of it, I can promise you that; but right now it’s time to move” Maya said, activating her ecosphere. A bright light engulfed her petite frame; when the violent flash subsided Maya was ready for the mission.

“Alright guys no more sitting around there is work to be done, there are 6 of us and 5 locations the modifications on our vehicles are complete guys, move out!” Maya said, tying her hair in a ponytail as she headed towards the hangar bay.

Giza happened to be closer than any of the other locations; Maya opted to take this one. “I’m going for Giza” she said, straddling her blue and white bike that had her name on it. “These guys expect us to use motorcycles to get to where we need to be?” her face scrunched up at the thought of riding from Saudi Arabia to Giza.

“This is no ordinary bike” Debra said, standing behind Maya with her hands folded. “Of course it’s not” she retorted rather sarcastically. Revving the bike; she hit the throttle and sped out of the hangar into the scorching desert.

“Alright guys get connected; I want to know everything from casualties to weather patterns” she commanded through her intercom. The loud bike roared over the sand; her dust cover shifted downward shading her cerulean eyes from the harmful sun rays.

“Trinity listen up; the newest SOL toy is called the Aerocycle” Debra displayed Maya on all the screens of the members using the bike. “Maya lean forward pushing your hands outward” Debra said; watching as the blonde followed her instructions.

As she did so the front ends of the shifted resulting in the wheels acting as turbines; while Maya’s body lay parallel on the platform. “F@cking Aye” she said, with a smile. “The rocket technology; will cut the average travel time by 2 hours” she said, bragging a bit.

“Thanks Deb!” Maya said, putting her attention back on getting to Giza.

30 mins later.

Maya ran through the streets of Giza; assisting the wounded, and pulling anyone out of the flooded streets. “It’s going to collapse!” someone pointed at a nearby building. From afar she could see the foundation starting to crumble; pushing her hands forward she caught it telekinetically.

Watching as people frantically ran from the building into the hip high water; she held on desperately to keep the building upward. Her nose began to bleed from the pressure of the building; her hands grew wobbly just trying to maintain her focus.

When she grew absolutely sure everyone was out; she watched the building crumble; creating a minor wave in the city. The next objective was a no-brainer, locate the one winged angel.

Darren smirked as his hands stroked the curves of the motorcycle. His first real mission, and he was looking forward to it. He thought about the locations, the disasters and what would serve him well in the future. Giza? Breathing underwater might come in handy. Maya shot out of the hangar. Damn. Olympia. Earthquake. Should amp up my durability. "Right, I'm taking Olympia. I will tell you what's going down when I get there." He twisted the throttle, and left the hangar, then leaned forward, nearly falling off when the bike leaped into the air. Rapidly, he felt the burning heat as his body adapted, becoming slightly more aerodynamic. He checked his direction, and where Olympia was, then sighed, gave the controls a jerk, turned almost one hundred and eighty degrees, then shot towards his target destination.

Olympia

He brought the bike to a stop, and dismounted, making sure to take the keys with him. "It's coming down!" Someone shrieked, but in Greek, so Darren didn't understand the words. The gestures and scared tone of voice, though, made everything clearly obvious to him. He stared at the building, then broke into a run, not going as fast as he would have liked, but still getting there in time. The shaking ground made his teeth rattle in his head, but he felt his body becoming used to it, his equilibrium normalising so that he would be able to handle the move ground. Luckily, the building was a squat, two storey structure, and he managed to search all the rooms. He was towing two people with one arm, and had a small child shielded in the other. The couple were screaming, and his mind burned as his brain tried to insert comprehension of the language. He pulled them outside, then he slapped his temples as he suddenly understood. There was another child in the house.

"Stay here." He told them, and ran back inside, dodging falling bricks. He dodged into the kitchen, then scooped up the kid in his arms. Running to the doorway, he saw the parents and knew he wouldn't be able to make it. "CATCH!" He screamed, and threw the child clear, then jumped as the building came crashing down. Bricks flew down on all sides, entire walls fell to his left and right, and his arm extended out of the doorway as he leaped through the air. Then a chunk of masonry ended his flight as it landed on his back hard. So hard, in fact, that it broke his back. He didn't even have time to begin crawling when the rest of the house fell in on him.

The crowd stared at the pile of rubble for a solid minute, then began to move away, but froze when the extended hand that jutted out from the pile of rubble from the wrist up clenched into a fist. The first thing that Darren felt was pain. Pure, white hot, intense, eye watering, just got kicked in the balls pain. He tried to move. He could not. There must have been three tons of stone and cement and bricks on his back. He did the only thing he could manage. He clenched his fist, tried to breathe in, inhaled nothing but dust and stale air, then pushed up. Nothing, but his body was already working to remedy that. He tried to stand again, pushing with all the might he could muster. Still nothing. For a few minutes, his world consisted of constantly pressing against the massive weight of rubble that was on his back. After a few minutes he stood, and locked eyes with an incredibly beautiful paramedic. "Hi." He smiled, his lungs aching for air, and he gulped it in. "I'm with the Trinity." Although she didn't seem to speak English she understood when he said 'Trinity'. He ached all over.

"The temple of Zeus." She said in her language, pointing towards the city. "That is what caused this. There were some men, digging." He nodded, knowing she meant archeologists. He figured he might as well check it out. Since she didn't speak English, Adaptation gave her a quick hug as a way of saying thank you.

"Maya, this is Adaptation. The weather here in Olympia is sunny but not too hot, there's a gentle breeze, I don't have an official casualty count yet, and I just died, I think." He smirked at that. "I've just been told by a gorgeous paramedic that there were some archeologists at some temple around here, so I'm going to check that out, see what I can find, save a few more people, kay?"

Dreya had been hanging out in one of the hangers of SOL's many stations getting the feel for the latest toy issued out. Acolyte had a love for technology and her innate curiosity had her hanging out in the hanger a lot. It was that or the training room, she was friendly when any members or coworkers came to her but she was still a soldier. Practicing with weapons fighting styles and vehicles was like her hobby. The Keresh were a combative lot of a species and the young soldier was no exception. Violence was a last resort but it wasn't something she shied away from. Those missions where diplomacy or combat was the expectation were perfect for her. Of course she was not so lucky as to get such a mission.

Reports were coming of natural disasters striking the globe. Dreya despised these kinds of missions. Having a elemental power, and a mother that was an elemental training had always made Dreya feel the elements were not something one could fight. Still a mission was a mission and the soldier quickly grabbed what gear she thought was appropriate. Acolyte had a versatile collection of defensive and offensive devices in her collection today though she needed to focus on gear to aid in halting a lightning storm. Of course, while she wouldn't say it odds were Kyoto was picked specifically for its disaster. The electric ace picking a place assailed by electricity to have an easy mission for the day. First up she strapped eight small hover converters to her back, these devices would attract the lightning and channel it to her. This should halt the majority of damage Dreya had figured. Next she attached a small expandable shield beneath the converters. This would allow the electricity to be more easily harnessed if it was needed as well as could work for mobility. The last choices were heavy pistols on her waists, the standard gauntlets with retractable blades incase a fight came to pass.

It was a fairly light load in actuality yet the mission didn't seem to call for much else. So armed and ready the princess of an alien empire suited up and took flight to Kyoto. The initial part of the task was rather symbol bushing the bike to its limitations she had the devices in place at a solid pace. Electrical bursts from the stormy skies would connect to the hovering metallic devices. Each lightning burst then sent to Acolyte where it was stored easy to be put to use at a later time. From there she moved to the wet streets trying to get everyone clear of the storm. When needed she'd go the added mile to rescue people in more drastic situations. All the while hopping the good part of the job would come soon.

"Bleep BLEEP" The communicator in his redesigned false arm connects to the progression signal and locks on as Bishop watches Maya glide through the Barron desert with the unrivaled flight bike switching to an unexpected g-force speed to eject the bold blonde forward, Giza bound. Turning to Deb and whoever might've still been in the garage with hands moving emphatically to give a picture to his words "I'll get to Japan to neutralize the storm, then handle the target before he can kick up another."Sitting across the seat he flips a few LED switches to illuminate the dash in a brilliant blue. "...I'm not trying to be the leader, but something needs to be said.This doesn't happen often anymore. People haven't seen a team of heroes in so long it's actually become the norm. Right about now? there's people across the globe being attacked and they don't have anybody to hope for to save them, because they think nobody's listening, think heroes have been silenced." Revving the gear he pulls down a set of goggles that hung from the handle across blue and brown eyes, "Let's make some noise"

Shooting from the hangar like a bee from the hive Bishop uses break neck speeds to reach the other side of the globe This isn't enough, turbines are only helping so much... with an indistinct expression he feels the sand slice at his open skin while dry air fills every pour. Turning sharply he goes flying across the desert to rebound across the wavy dunes, the bike automating itself to his progression signal and slowing beside. There it is. Hoping back on the bike the electric ally revves himself before the engine, blue light encompassing his wide frame. Focusing with a chi gathering concentration taught by his predecessor Shinji Tsukazaki to center cobalt energy at his spine's center, piling into his central system. As the compression builds to un controllable amounts Bishop grits his teeth and turns on the bike, shifting into turbine mode dangerously while neutral. Four bars rise on the bikes dash to indicate full power exertion, as it reaches the last long green bar, he let's go. The energy in his back escapes and releases to hurl Surkit forward leaving a an azule trail that turns the rested silica into clear pristine glass

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KYOTO, JAPAN

The odds that he could bunny hop at break neck speeds across some divine dictators makeshift bridge of boats on his mission were incalculable, but he did it. Landing on the eerie shores of Japan the sky growled with an unsettled ache as he rides onto the condensed streets. There was a focal point of energy he could somehow feel beneath his skin, like a magnetic force attracting him to it's aura. The clouds are swelling and collapsing on one another fighting for space in te tightly woven sky.

200 yards out he can see the outline of a man hugging his son, 100 yards out he can see the son holding a bat backwards, 50 yards in he realizes that's a blade, and that man doesn't have a son. The body falls limp on the ground, the blade's owner unsheathing it from the boy and peering in his direction.

Jumping the bike across a street divider Bishop aims the aerocycle like a bullet into his chest then flies off at his face with a barrel shaped fist aimed to crack blue lightning across his pale jaw, the blue bombers voice animalistic but controlled in his vengeful state. Confidence exudes his words, the kidn of confidence that would make a weak minded individual think the sky was green. " Before the day is done I'm going to kill you"

Few Minutes Ago (Norway)

"Come mother tell us the story!"

"Yes! Tell us please!" Two little children hop into bed as they plead their mother for a nighttime story. Their eyes filled with glee as the room was illuminated by the soft glow of the night light. "Very well," she smiled as she walked over to her children. She took a deep breath as she recited the famous lullaby to put her kids to sleep.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea---
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The children fell asleep as their mother looks at them with love in her heart, she kisses them goodnight and leaves to hear the commotion outside.

Now

Alex flew through the air with his hover craft at full speed to the Northern Lights. Upon arrival he noticed the people looking up at the sky, the lights were brighter than usual, bigger than usual, but besides that it seems to be repeating in a repetitive rhythm.

The hero stood outside in the snow with stryke at hand as he gazed upon the phenomenon. "Beautiful isn't it Alex?" The Rider immediately recognized the voice and swung his sword, only to be blocked by another sword. He looked upon the opponent as the silver haired man smiled at him, his weapon similar to a samurai sword, albeit being 8ft long.

"How do you know my name?" Alex questioned as he maintained the tension of his sword with both hands. The silver haired swordsman chuckled at the question.

"What's so funny?" The Rider asked impatiently.

Finally the foe spoke, "I thought you would remember me, but I guess I forgot… oh wait… poor choice of words. Oops."

Alex's eyes widened as he parried the sword of the warrior and began to attack him with multiple direction with his sword. Left, right, up, down, diagonal. Each one blocked with ease. The Rider jumped backwards as he stood firmly on the ground.

"Guess you haven't lost your touch…" the warrior spoke, "okay maybe a little." He began to chuckle. "Out of curiosity, why are you emotionless? You used to be funny. Always telling me that you could beat me."

"I don't know you!"

"There we go, some emotion! Guess you do have a heart."

"Who are you?!"

">sigh< Alright, I guess I'll have to re-introduce myself." The warrior lunged himself towards the rider as swords once again clashed. "I'm Draven."

The two separated once more. "Heh, guess what Alex, beware beware all my might."

"It's you?"

"Of course! Who else? Not that annoying voice."

"Who is she?"

"Hmmm… I'll tell you later."

Alex's eyes widened, the answers he needed was in front of him. "TELL ME!" Once again he lunged at Draven, moving swiftly as he could to get a hit at him.

"Not now. But I could tell you about your life."

"What?"

"You had blond hair and blue eyes, you met me and now we're fighting. The End."

With rage, Alex dragged his sword across the ground, gaining as much kinetic energy as possible and leaping to the air aiming at the warrior.

Draven jumped out of the way. "Glad to see you still got that…"

A bolt of lightning fell to the tracks of the bullet train shattering them forcing it to fall. As one would expect however Dreya was instantly at response driving at break neck speeds Acolyte leapt from the cycle back fliping and using a current to soften the landing. With haste her hands pulled ectricity from the various lighting fictures in effort to obtain as much static as possible. The energy then used to forge a construct of rails guiding it into the streets. Was far from a perfect solution but that was her. Dreya was a soldier not the type ment to handle these issues. Aiding people she enjoyed, it just was never something taught to her. The nature of a hero went beyond just brawls with criminals. All Dreya knew however of a hero were people in combat, who stopped Symmarian invasions or her parents rebeling against the Council and other things of such nature. To the Princess of Keresh pleasure the source of turmoil became pretty clear.

He was hovering above the usualy busy city his silvery hair flowing thanks to the storms above. What currents didn't be puled to her seemed pulled to the silver haired beings blade. He appeared to be in conflict with the another member of the team. Was a bit hard to pinpoint the details but the traces of electricity around him suggested that it was likely Surkit. Which told her this fight would be remarcably easy. As a soldier, Keresh, and princess though she would never admit to that, she had a over abundance of pride and confidence. Having another electric ace to fight alongside particularly the proven Surkit only made that amplify. The first attack chucked towards the bronze hero was laughable to Dreya, currents used on a person who could use such a thing. Those tornados however could posse a problem but she trusted Surkit himself could handle that.

Grabing the shield off her back an aray of energy wwas chaneled into it while even more was transfered to the bike. Forming a quick but hopefully cripling attack. The bike rocketed forward at mach five glowing with such amounts of electricity that it looked more like a shooting star then the hovering cycle that it was. It was aimed to go behind the silver haired warior slaming into his spine and sending him towards Surkit hopefully granting a major opening. Of course that was assuming the attack made contact. The shield used as something to propel her towards the swordsmen as well. Dreya would attempt to pull the currents around the blade and from the air around her. They would be channeled into her guns and then fired at this unknown warrior. The massively charged bullets aimed for the wariors arms in effort to cripple him. Dreya had no words for this man, shoot first and ask later, literaly in this case.

“Situation is catastrophic, there are hundreds here in danger, myself and Battler have engaged the enemy” she said, landing on top of a tall building, rescuing the children from the water. “There he is…” her voice was at a whisper, she could see his sadistic smile from afar.

Leaping off the building, she surrounded herself with her photon energy; “Damn!” she screamed, watching as the bodies of those unfortunate enough get clear of the water; were fried to death. Watching as the electricity, streaked over the frosty water; she made a note not to land in it.

Charging towards him inside a sphere of photon energy, Maya waited until she was a few feet from him; before she teleported behind him attempting to send her photon energy through his chest cavity.

Teleporting away, she created multiple copies of herself to throw him off; also to give Battler an opening.

Positioning herself on a nearby roof, she began to feel as if the dimensions that contained her were starting to shatter. “It’s all your fault, if you wouldn’t have got so power hungry, things would still be the same” .

Maya pressed her hands against her head in pain; the thoughts of just a few months ago came rushing back. She sat back and watched idly as her employees tortured Kurrent , off her word and laws they almost killed him in an attempt to preserve the absolute justice the Trinity Empire had established.

“You liked the power” the voice said again, reducing the star spangled hero to one knee. “Pamela…” she whispered balling her fist in pain.

“No, I’m Lonestar remember?” the painful memory, caused a woman in all black to sprout from Maya’s psyche.

“NO!!!” she screamed, fully prepared to engage Lonestar. “Oh Maya…you have bigger problems” the buxom blonde replied pointing in the direction of the Swordsman.