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Authors Note: Ello again everyone, sorry for being gone for many months. But, I'm back, and I have a fun Prologue for you readers, and a revision to my first chapter, which, truth be told, sucked eggs. Enjoy!
He walked down the hall, moving deeper into his fortress. An interesting figure, he was. Five-foot nine, and clad in armor that could withstand heavy machine gun fire. With his powers, he could take an M-1 Abrams slug to the chest and shrug it off like something no more than a bee sting. Not that many used those any more. These days, they all used the Crusader AMBT-1, or the Paladin AMBT-2. Unless, of course, you weren't part of America or the Greater EU. Then yes, you had to make do with old (US)M-1 Abrams. Still, he didn't have to walk straight into a tank shell. For all his armor, he was fast. Very fast. It didn't help he could teleport, though.
Opening a hatchway, he found himself right where he wanted: In the main Portal Nexus. "Welcome, Supreme Commander" He heard a detached voice say.
"Thank you, Palmaria" He responded. "I presume the Portal is ready?"
"Yes sir, it is" Another well-clad officer responded. "The Portal has finished Setting and Final Checks, and is ready to go, when you wish, sir"
"Thank you, Haggerty. That is all" He replied.
Walking to the Portal, He spoke one final command: "Palmaria, set Portal for Confirmed Numerate C-7-SrWs-N4000".
"Yes, sir" the detached voice reaffirmed.
He approached the Portal, putting his hand on General Haggery's shoulder. "Should there be a problem, I trust you can handle it. Should I be destroyed by this, you must take my place, Aiden".
"Of course, sir. But I doubt that will be necessary. We believe in you entirely, sir".
His only reaction was a slight smile, rare for him, and he turned. Walking, then running, he jumped straight into the Portal, only to have it have several small explosions only seconds after he had left, and then the Portal winked out, and the very frame came down.
"God damn motherKRIFFING technology!" the General spat. "Love it when it works, hate it when it doesn't!"
"Must be a relive then, that I don't break" the voice responded, with its rare sense of humor.