Sidier's Mission
By Zoram Selrof
Prologue: Orders
20:07 PM (Japan Time), Friday December the 14th, 2007…
"… Hum. I'm eager to check out what this "mission" will be about…"
A person walked through a stone corridor filled with a creepy purple fog: four locked wooden doors were placed at each side of its length.
The person looked around thirteen or fourteen years old and being just over a meter in fifty in height.
His helmet had the Kanji "Yami no Oukoku" or "Dark Realm" drawn into them using blood red color and set vertically on the forehead.
He had three parallel thin vertical blood red lines traveling down his body from the neck and shoulders to the hips.
Some silver-colored hair could be seen coming from behind the helmet and his eyes' irises were red and golden: he looked calm but intrigued at the same time.
His bodysuit design had a jet black color to it while the forearms and boots were colored in a purplish color: some blood red-colored DNA-like patterns were set on them and travelled across their length.
His emblem was a silver-colored bow arrow aiming NE surrounded by a bronze edge and set against a black background.
"Well… Here I am."
The teen reached a large circle – shaped door: he waved the right hand and the two halves of the circle slid in opposite directions soundlessly.
"It's time to meet my Lord." He muttered.
He stepped into a new vast and round-shaped room: the room's floor was made of purple-colored square tiles.
The walls had red-colored lines and shapes drawn into them.
A round door marked the only entrance and exit, set on the south wall.
There was no ceiling and the room was exposed to a purple-tinted sky with some clouds flying across it at a constant speed thus leaving some clear spots.
The only object on the room was a black onyx throne with four steps climbing up into it: two arms funded in large black leather gloves could be seen resting on its armrests.
The teen walked until he reached the steps and kneeled.
"Good evening, Sidier." A youthful man's voice greeted.
"Emperor S – sama. Command me." The youth known as Sidier calmly replied.
"It's finally time to start the little experiment we spoke about a few days ago… I've been working on the data you'll need. Further instructions are written inside of it. Ah. You should know that the program I installed into you will allow you to come "outside" of this place. You will need to equip it to any data you may use to be able to interact safely with the environment." The person known as Emperor S explained.
"I understand." Sidier acknowledged.
"Good! By the way… You must not come out into the open: that'd ruin the grace. We'll instead place the blame on SOME very plausible scapegoats, ya see. Heh, heh, heh, heh…"
"Yes, sir. By your orders, sir. This is a trial to test my skills and my intelligence. I won't fail Emperor S – sama." Sidier announced while lowering his head.
"I know you won't, Sidier. Remember to keep one gateway active and ready to be able to come back here anytime. You'll report to me in person: I don't want to risk it by having our communication lines intercepted by those parties. It'll be safer this way." Emperor S commanded with a shrug of the shoulders.
"Roger."
"Heh, heh, heh. Those guys will soon start to sweat like a Star Destroyer was orbiting around their heads and ready to bombard everything with its orbital lasers. It'll be fun to see, I daresay!" Emperor S chuckled again and sounded amused.
"Eh… Do excuse me, my Lord, but… Will it be really possible to keep our existence hidden? From what I've been briefed, the parties we're going to stir up are very powerful…" Sidier seemed to have his doubts.
"Don't worry, Sidier! They'll fall for the disguise and blame the scapegoats for it: I can assure you. They'll even begin to look under each pebble in the whole nation…! Heh, heh, heh…!" Emperor S didn't sound concerned in the very least.
"I understand, sir. Well then… When am I supposed to start the operation, Emperor S – sama? I think now it's a good moment given their lowered guard status."
"Yeah. Now's a perfect moment to do that. Something tells me it's going to be an amusing hide-and-seek chase 'round the corner. They'll end up looking at the stars and trying to see the future in there. Heh, heh, heh, heh… Ah. But, before that, the 501st Legion will come and sweep the ground with 'em standing on it." Emperor S joked.
"The 501st Legion… I know they were one of the most feared troop units given their role on the closing stages of the conflict… I have been researching, my Lord, and I found this much out.." Sidier muttered while slowly forming a smile.
"The Clone Wars, you mean to say! Tee, heh, heh." A girl's voice rang out.
A person wearing a black cloak and a hood hiding the face stepped into the room: they had a purple musical note drawn on the tunic's chest area.
She seemed to be around a meter and sixty tall.
"Come on! Don't pester our newbie, H – chan!" A man's voice could be heard close by, too.
A fourth person stepped in: they wore the same kind of tunic as well and the hood hid its face, too.
Its emblem was two Alphabet S letters with a slight inclined segment originating at the end of it: both were colored purple and set parallel to each other.
A small vertical rectangle was placed in the space between the start of each symbol.
"Lemme be the star of the show, B!" The girl told him.
"You two… I thought you were sleeping." Emperor S muttered.
"S! Cha start up the new show and don't ring us up: you can be mean when cha want to." H told him.
"He ain't mean, H – chan! He surely thought it wasn't worth enough to bang in our doors to wake us up at 8 in the evening." B argued.
"Ah. H – dono and B – dono… Good evening." Sidier bowed.
"Tee, heh, heh. Our Sengoku Samurai strikes back: he'll score the critical goal in the next Oosaka Birds VS Kyoto Lions match!" H giggled and sounded amused.
"Please…" B sounded skeptical.
"Oh. Sidier! Have cha been to Tatooine yet?" H teased.
"Why should I?" Sidier politely asked.
"'Cause then you're old-fashioned: that's why! Tee, heh, heh." H giggled aloud.
"Don't mind H – chan, Sider: she's teasing you." Emperor S grumbled.
"I just came up with a cool motto just for ya Sidier – chan… Wanna have a preview?" H told him.
"Ah… Eh… Thank you very much." Sidier improvised.
"Sidier. Mazokuchou Sidier." H announced.
"Demon Tribe Chief… The whole motto sounds like a corruption of 007's "Bond, James Bond"..." B grumbled.
"Tee, heh, heh. B is always totally cultured: he's gonna draw the blaster and fry a mosquito while saying "sorry for the mess!" to the bartender, I'd daresay." H giggled yet again.
"You mean Han Solo and I'm not 'im." B drily replied.
"Oh come on… H – chan… Do you plan on teasing us for the whole evening or what? Sidier has a job to do." Emperor S sounded slightly impatient.
"Oh? And I was gonna have him practice "a – le – le" to put those vocal chords of him to test… Ain't that right, cutie?" H muttered before teasing Sidier.
Sidier turned deep red while B sighed in defeat and H giggled.
"Look how honest he is! A girl telling him he's cute turns him red and nervous! I should've expected it: physically and mentally he's just 13 years old and must be on the onset!" H exposed.
"Yeah. We knew that: thank you very much." B drily replied with a hint of annoyance.
"B… It'd seem you're eager to go for it, too." H sounded like she was up to something.
"I'm not. Can't you be serious? Or do ya wanna play Princess Leia?" B grumbled.
"Nope. But you love playing Han Solo." H countered.
"I don't." B quickly replied.
"You two… Will you leave for another moment? I haven't finished briefing Sidier yet." Emperor S sighed.
"We're in a rush to catch the Paddington 3:33 PM express train and witness a murder, then?" H joked.
"Very funny!" B told her with some annoyance on his voice.
"Whatever…! Sidier: all instructions are in the data. Work on assembling it ASAP: it's gotta be ready by tomorrow. Come see me once all preparations are done: I'll assign targets to you. The point of it will be to collect data on fighting abilities: we'll then start the 2nd Stage. Gotcha?" Emperor S told him.
"Yes, sir. Acknowledged."
Emperor S snapped his right hand's fingers and a large server-like machine became visible while a Time Space anomaly formed as well: it was a purple shining spheroid with grayish mass set on the middle of its body.
"Keep that gateway hidden but use it to return anytime. You'll need to energize it up with your default weapon." Emperor S commanded.
"Eh… How can I move that large machine…?" Sidier slowly asked.
"Don't worry: leave it to me." Emperor S replied.
He snapped his fingers again: it hovered some centimeters over the ground and then entered the gateway to disappear inside of it.
"Whoa." Sidier whistled in surprise.
"Tee, heh, heh. S! Ya copied Yoda's motto: "size does not matter" and pretended to be an expert Force user?" H giggled.
"Maybe I agree with you on this one, H – chan." B muttered.
"You're rather cooled off as of late… You've been diving too much in Venus' Lagoon, I'd say! Tee, heh, heh." H told him.
"No. I'm serious." B grumbled.
"We aren't all gonna quarrel over that, right?" Emperor S questioned with a hint of suspicion.
"'Course not… I'm just teasing the bad boys… Back when you two snuck into the sports equipment storeroom to…" H began.
"No! No need to keep on!" Both gasped.
"Huh? The sports equipment storeroom…?" Sidier wondered.
"Tee, heh, heh. I have some deadly aces up my sleeves. And I'd say Rocky will soon beat all of his wrestling adversaries." H sounded amused.
"Get moving, Sidier. I'll settle this somehow." Emperor S grumbled.
"Yes, sir. Good evening. I shall be going." Sidier bowed.
He snapped his right hand's fingers and a red mantle-like cloth formed over his body.
The mantle covered the upper torso from the front and reached towards the waist from the rear: it was decorated with two golden diamonds which were the origin of string made of gray and hollow horizontal diamonds.
This cloth was tall enough to almost hide his head when seen from behind and the interior had yellow and gray patterns drawn into its body.
"Now you look like a European Middle Ages buffoon, Sidier – chan… Tee, heh, heh! Heh, heh, heh!" H giggled.
"H – chan… That's a serious thing." Emperor S grumbled.
"More serious than a poker face, cha mean to say? S – chan?" H didn't sound like she was going to give up that behavior anytime soon.
"Please…" B grumbled.
"Goodbye." Sidier bowed.
He headed over to the gateway and jumped inside: it then shrunk and became a simply disc-shaped purple rotating mass.
"There goes our brave cutie. Now… Let's get down to business. My new live song starts now!" H announced.
"Damn." Both men muttered.
H materialized a purple-colored guitar and purposely tuned it so that it produced a loud ear-piercing sound.
"Ahem, ahem… When the Sun sets and the Moon comes out it's when the owls fly out and eat mice~! Tee, heh, heh!"
"Shit."
"But the grave keeper prefers drinking his cheap second-rate sake to having to patrol the cemetery each long and creepy night! The punks go there and set up a party which lasts 'till dawn comes up and the temple's gong rings out to signal the start of the day~! Then the Hammer Men show up and there's blood n' guts 'round the area~! Tee, heh, heh! Blow 'em up with a firework rocket and bring the Budweiser out as lure~!" She sang.
Both men covered their ears while seemingly trying to endure: H placed some more ear-piercing sounds during the song as if to keep them awake or paying attention.
"… But Mr. Universe bothered to come out of his rusty coffin to yell at 'em to take the party elsewhere and let the dead rest in peace~! The punks got so scared that they decided not to drink Budweiser ever again in life~! But it ain't over yet: the zombies crept out and began the Biohazard 'cause one of the punks was an Umbrella researcher who dropped a T-Virus vial over there~! They then fortified the place and burnt it up with Napalm like in the Vietnam War to purify the place~! Tee, heh, heh! And then everyone gave out crocodile-shaped chocolates for St. Valentine's 'cause it was a fashionable mania~! A~h! It was Chaos in person who pulled the strings behind the scenes as usual: it was to be expected from the guy~! Bring out the 7th Cavalry Division: they're going to swipe the forest with all trees standing on it with the "Charge~!" yell! Tee, heh, heh! And 'cause Ms. Perfect wanted it, the tale ended up there~!"
She finally stopped: both men sighed in relief and sounded like it'd been a nightmare.
"Well?" She asked.
"You're gonna sweep all those amateurs in Operation: Triumph's next season…" B grumbled.
"Yeah… And blow up all of the studio's microphones, too…"
"Perfect! Tee, heh, heh. Let's go say hi to the Fashioned Sisters Club and blow their cheap make-up into bits and bytes!" H teased.
"You came up with the name out of the blue." B groaned.
"Yeah. Go read the Deathly Hallows and leave us alone if you may, H – chan!" Emperor S grumbled.
"Good idea! I'll go for my third reading: it's breath-taking! Tee, heh, heh, heh!"
H turned on her feet and stepped out of the room while both men sighed in relief.
"What a Friday evening!" B cursed.
"Yeah… H – chan is a hyperactive person: there's no doubt about it. And she can have weird manias, too." Emperor S sighed in defeat.
"Anyway… I'm sure Sidier will do fine. He has potential." B switched topics and shrugged.
"Sure thing, B, sure thing… I wouldn't have charged him with that if I didn't have confidence on his abilities from the very start. I'd say he'll be doing some fencing in the free moments: he could end up being good at swords, too." Emperor S switched to an amused mood.
"That sounds more like you, Skywalker."
"Oi, oi… Playing with my initials again…?" Emperor S protested.
"Heh, heh, heh."
"Will you go spar with your companions, Bond?" Emperor S joked and returned the earlier joke.
"Sure. I'll make sure to have my Walter PPK7 hidden under the tuxedo and a scout knife as a backup, Snake." B joked next.
"Not again…" Emperor S groaned in defeat.
"Heh, heh, heh… I'm gonna go read A Study in Scarlet… My blood's boiling to feel the nerve and suspense which comes with it… And remember to ring up Dr. Watson for your anti-boredom medicine, Sherlock." B chuckled and improvised a joke.
"Then go direct the Tokyo Symphonic Orchestra, Baton – sama!" Emperor S challenged.
"Bye – bye, Spider Man!"
B ran off laughing aloud while Emperor S sighed in defeat.
"Man. The Nickname War has started again. There's no end to it! I'm about to lose my patience." He grimly muttered.
He seemingly stretched and articulated his arms before he brought up a holographic screen displaying some info.
"No big deal out there… But we'll soon make headlines: it's obvious that what will happen won't go unnoticed! Heh, heh, heh. I'm going to enjoy this experience." Emperor S muttered with a hint of amusement.
He then switched to a world map and attached some red stickers around some spots it as if to signal some places: he then looked up a list of addresses and seemed to check the stickers' emplacement.
"Yeah. These will do fine. We'll make a first round and then slowly bring out some extra roster. I already got the consent of the Tribe Chiefs to do this, so… No problems. Our beloved public… Enjoy the onset of this half-thrilling half-dull show I'm going to stage for… And we shall prove our power to the world!" Emperor S eagerly exclaimed.
"To the Silly World!" H's voice rang out through a speaker.
"Grah! Not again! You set that thing there in purpose!"
"Because Purpose Woman told me to~!"
"Purpose Woman…! Pit them against Wonder Woman!"
"Sure, Billy~!"
"Tell that to B!"
"Sure, Santa~! Bring me a book on dominatrix by Christmas!"
Oh man! That girl…! She's not really into dominatrix: she's just teasing around! Whatever the ever! My plan is perfect! Heh, heh! Heh, heh!