Hello everyone. I have been watching Atlantis the Lost Empire and I've decided to do a story of the Combat Scientist with this movie. I have also added in an assistant for the man and I think that those of you who wanted a story that had one of these girls would be rejoicing. Just to let you know I don't exactly have a lot of time on my hands so updating and chapter creation may be sporadic. Well anyways enough said. Enjoy the Story!
Thoughts are italicized in the story for reference.
Prologue: The Technological Analyst
Preston B. Whitmore was a man who was not so easily surprised. That was a lot coming from the visionary pioneer of Whitmore industries which was a company that was renowned for its ability for technological prowess. Yet the man and his young assistant that were standing before him was currently giving him the run for his money.
The day started off like any usual day for the reclusive industrialist. Waking up, having breakfast, reading the stock prices, checking on his company, and getting the lowdown from Helga Sinclair of the current status for the Atlantis expedition. Everything was going on just fine until they heard someone ringing the bell on the front gates. He was getting tired of the travelling salesmen that typically would be showing up on his door since he usually kept a low profile. This meant that people who didn't know better would be showing up at his front door and tries to sell stuff that he probably already had or was of lower quality.
He sent Helga off to deal with whoever would be at the gates and continued on looking at his newspaper until he heard the elevator running again. He was about to ask Helga if she dealt with the issue civilly since the last time she was sent to deal with something similar she broke the poor bloke's hand. Had to pay the medical expenses for the guy or otherwise he would've had a lawsuit on his hands. It was at that point that a voice he didn't recognize spoke up: "Mr. Whitmore. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Mr. Whitmore slowly lowered his newspaper and was greeted with a rather interesting sight. Currently before him was standing a bespectacled man who was around 5' 4" tall wearing a bowler and carrying a briefcase. He was flanked by a colorfully dressed teenaged girl that was currently holding both of Helga's hands in one hand and the other clenched tightly on her mouth. If he were to put a word to how it looked it would be the beautifully cute girl holding a seductive woman in a vise grip.
This raised some questions in his head since not many people could best Helga in hand to hand combat, and if she was easily restrained by a little girl. Then the girl would have to be better than Helga. However, he was being sidetracked so he asked, "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
"An excellent question dear sir. But first…" The man turned over to the girl "That would be enough now Norah. You can let her go."
"But professor, what if she were to attack you again? Like what she tried to do when you refused to leave." replied Norah.
"Yes she did, but she was probably just following orders from Mr. Whitmore so you can't blame her. Kind of like how you were when we first met." teased the man.
"Yes sir. Alright but if she tries anything I will permanently make sure that she can't be able to feel her hands or feet ever again." she replied and with that she released and pushed Helga towards Mr. Whitmore.
Helga immediately whipped around and went into a guard stance ready for anything else that the girl would pull while keeping an eye on the man. "I'm sorry for letting you down. Sir." she replied.
"Never mind that Helga, but first I would like to know who and what our uninvited guests are." Mr. Whitmore answered. "So tell me. Who are you and what do you want with me. I'll give you five minutes before I call security."
The man smiled, "Well Mr. Whitmore, my name is Dr. Lionel Hanzworth and this is my secretary Norah Caroline. I am here today because I heard a rumor that you were hiring the best people in various fields for a certain expedition….to find Atlantis?" he gave a pause while looking on at Mr. Whitmore.
Mr. Whitmore looked back while replying, "Yes, it is true that I have been getting people who are the best in their fields, but what does it got to do with you? I have never heard of you and certainly almost all of the positions that are required for the expedition have been filled. Thank you very much."
"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that" replied the man Hanzworth.
"What do you mean?" retorted Whitmore
"Well, if you were to read the papers and claims of the late Thaddeus Thatch. You should realize that if the City of Atlantis had or did exist. Then the technology that they had was probably beyond the abilities that we can do or even imagine of doing."
"Then what is your point?" growled Whitmore
"What I'm saying is that I can't believe that the Preston B. Whitmore, the visionary and pioneer of modern industry, had forgotten to add a technological analyst to the expedition to find the city of probably the most advanced civilization that ever existed on the earth." replied Hanzworth.
"My God. The man has a point. I wonder how I've had missed that by thunder!" Mr. Whitmore looked at the man under a new light and said, "Alright, you've made your point. But, what makes you so sure that you are more than qualified for the position? Quite frankly, I've never heard of you or even heard of anything developed by you." he cautiously stated.
"That is to be expected Mr. Whitmore. Like you I also keep a low profile." Hanzworth replied, "My existence and quite frankly the things that I've developed are at an entirely new level of secrecy. That is on a need to know basis."
"So then why reveal yourself to me? Why now?" asked Mr. Whitmore
"Oh I don't know. Probably starting to get bored of what I am currently doing. You won't believe what I had to go through just to get away and meet you in person Mr. Whitmore. Also I would like to find out if the capabilities that the Atlanteans were said to be true or not and if so find out how exactly were they able to do it."
Mr. Whitmore eyed the man and his assistant for a few minutes contemplating the man's words. Finally he said, "Alright, say that I do have an opening for that position. How can you prove to me that you deserve it. Not somebody else?"
The man Hanzworth went into thought, probably to figure out what exactly to show him that would at least perk his interest. Hanzworth then looked up and said, "I have something, but you probably need to come with me to your front porch."
"Well then, what are we standing around then. Show me what you've got kid." replied Whitmore.
-several minutes later at the front porch.
"So what is it that you have that will convince me that you're the man for the job?" said Whitmore who was currently sitting in a lavish lawn chair. "Bear in mind that if you don't come through with this. I will have you escorted off my property and locked up in prison for trespassing."
"Why certainly, but first do you know the weather forecast for today in the paper?" replied Hanzworth.
"It should be sunny all day. Why do you ask?" said Whitmore
"Well, what if I told you that it would be snowing today?" he replied
"Ha! That's a good one. What you think that you could just wave your arms around like some magician and snow would start falling from the sky? And besides it doesn't snow this early in fall and also there is no indication of the conditions that would allow snow to form." laughed Whitmore.2
Hanzworth smiled and said, "If I can make it snow, and I mean snow about 2 feet around only your house. Will I get the job?"
"Why yes! You'll get the job, but only if you can make it happen that is." retorted Whitmore who was starting to get annoyed by the man claiming to do things that probably only God was capable of doing.
"Alright then. But bear in mind that what you see must remain a secret. If you tell anyone about this, I assure you that not only you will be killed but those that you've told it to will be also killed. Except for those that I have approved to be in the need to know."
"Fine. Fine. Just get this over with already." Whitmore responded.
With that Hanzworth pulled a small device of some sort and pressed one of the buttons on the said device. They waited on the front porch for about 2-3 minutes when Helga decided to give her two cents.
"I don't see anything happening. So now if you please excuse me I will be bringing in security to take both of you off the premises. "
She was about to go for the phone when suddenly the sky started to darken with clouds. The temperature that was normal for an early fall suddenly started to plummet down to several degrees below freezing.
"What? What's happening?" shouted a shocked Whitmore who had never before experienced such an extreme weather change. He and everyone else quickly went inside his house and stared out the window.
"That Mr. Whitmore is your proof." Hanzworth pointed to the snowflakes that were starting to fall out of the clouds.
-an hour later after the house is surrounded by exactly two feet of snow, whereas the clouds suddenly dissipated and everything went to normal. The only thing that showed that it snowed would be the piles of snow that were currently melting in the sun.
"But how? How did you do this?" asked Whitmore astounded beyond compare to Hanzworth who just demonstrated that he could control the weather.
"It is a secret. But what I should be asking of you is that do I have the job?" replied a smug Hanzworth.
Whitmore looked at Hanzworth straight into the eyes and stared at him long and hard. This lasted about a minute until Whitmore finally sighed and said, "Yes, you've earned the job. Preston Whitmore is a man who keeps his word. But I have to say, if you were not under secrecy I would've immediately hired you to my R&D department."
Hanzworth smiled and replied, "You probably would. Anyhow, let me re-introduce ourselves. I am Dr. Lionel Hanzworth, Technological research specialist with a rank of Colonel in the military. And this is my secretary Miss Norah Caroline, personal assistant and escort."
Whitmore took Hanzworth's outstretched hand and said, "Welcome Hanzworth to the Atlantis Expedition".
=OMAKE: Helga's meeting her match at the gate
Helga was currently walking on her way to the front gate getting annoyed that she had to go and get rid of probably another annoying door-to-door salesman. She quickly made her way to the gate and finally got a good look on the people that she would have to contend with. She was surprised that the people that were at the gate were not salesman, but from their looks seemed to be academics. She wanted to ask what their business with Mr. Whitmore was but he specifically stated that he didn't want to be disturbed. So now she would have to tell them to go away.
"Hello, Is Mr. Whitmore at home?" the man asked.
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Whitmore doesn't want to be disturbed. So I will have to ask for you to leave." Helga replied
"I'm sorry to hear that. Unfortunately, I have urgent business with Mr. Whitmore so I would like to graciously request you to let me in to meet him in person." the man replied
"I'm sorry to say that I am under no obligation to honor your request. So have a good day." With that Helga turned around and started walking back towards the house.
"Well, I'm sorry to say to you that I can't honor YOUR request." she heard the man say and with that she heard the gates opening. She whipped around and was surprised that the front gates seemed to have been unlocked and was swinging open. Which should not be possible since the switches that were supposed to unlock the gate was in the house and also in a compartment in the pillar that held up the gates. Of course she didn't have time to contemplate the question since her orders were to remove anyone from the premises.
She quickly walked over and tried to grab the man's arms but instead had her arm grabbed by the young lady. Surprising enough was that the girl had a bone crushing grip that didn't match her looks.
"Please don't grab the Professor. Otherwise you will get hurt by me." smiled the girl with a gay voice. (so to let you guys out there know this gay means happy in older English.) Helga responded by trying to whack the girl in the head with her leg. That was probably a mistake cause before she knows it she finds herself whipped around with both arms locked in place by the girls' one hand.
"Let go of me!" Helga yells of which the girl responds by placing her other hand on her mouth thereby silencing Helga's yells.
"I'm sorry to tell you dear, but we must be on our way to meet your employer." The man said to her. With that they all started walking towards the house with Helga in tow wondering how a young girl has such monstrous strength and also just how in the world did she defeat her.
So guys what do you think? Please review and constructive criticism would be welcome.
This girl is an OC I've created from the Aoki Hagane no Arpeggio otherwise known as Arpeggio of Blue Steel. She is based off of the USS NORTH CAROLINA the WWII battleship known as the SHOWBOAT. For visualization reasons this is how she looks like: think of a Southern Belle with light brown hair, age seems to be 18-21, wears clothes that are very colorful and similar in style to Takao from the series. Basically a showoff when it comes to clothes.
This is a nod to Disney's Sword in the Stone where Merlin made it snow inside during the summer.