PROLOUGE
The Legacy of Aven and Ultra
By Solar II
Note: This is merely the prologue, and really has nothing to do with the main story. It's also quite bad, if I do say so myself, so you shouldn't bother reading it unless you really, really liked my story or are just really, really bored.
On Pioneer 2...
Noodles. Long, soggy, wet, white, tasteless, unappetizing noodles. "What a dinner," The tall man spoke sarcastically to himself with little enthusiasm. He thought being a hunter would mean a life of excitement, money, and a lot of hot chicks. Unfortunately, this sad life was not what he had expected. Sure... maybe a little killing spree here and there, but mostly just long boring mission briefing from his clients and barely enough money from the missions to stay alive. No luxuries there. No beautiful, sexy females. Just long, soggy, wet, white--- BAM! An explosion racked through the rangers body in mid thought, forcing him to spill his precious meal all over his mech-guns. "Just perfect," The man cried out load as he stood up and violently looked around, making obscene gestures at the surrounding area. "Who's the pyromaniac that ruined my food!?!" A waiter was bent over next to his leg, picking up a fallen dish. The other gests at the restaurant stared at him like he belonged in an institution. "Oh... um, sorry everybody," A flush spread across the warrior named Ultra's face and he quickly gathered up his worldly possessions and ran out the front door.
Aven Phoenix was a peaceful killer. He only completely demolished things when he absolutely needed to, which was surprisingly a lot of times. As a lonely force, he traveled across different stations and planets looking for jobs. Of course, this man was rich, so he really didn't need to. But Aven's lust for action drove him onward towards his final destiny, which he had no clue whatsoever would start today. Phoenix had a solemn expression on his pale face. Thin glasses rested on his nose, half covered by long, blond hair that reached straight down the back of his light blue cloak in a pony tail. He carried a short mace on his belt on the left side so that he may draw it like a sword and strike his enemy first thing. He also carried a small laser pistol on his right for long-ranged attacks. Though this short person was not loaded down with weaponry, he could still handle himself with ease. Fire, ice, thunder and healing spells were literally at his fingertips whenever he beckoned. Yet there was one thing and one thing only that frightened this hero beyond mere fear. The one though that made him glace behind his shoulder every time he heard a strange noise, and that one thing is--- "Holy mother of god, that crazy guy has a rifle!" Phoenix looked at the man in front of him with a confused expression, "Well, duh. Tons of people have rifles, and many other weapons." "You don't understand," The chubby man grabbed Aven and tugged him along as he yelled, "He's crazy! He's going to kill everyone who stands in his way! You're a hunter right?" "Well, yes I am---" "Then you can help! Please, he's crazy!" Phoenix sighed, and decided that this might be another disaster that was waiting to be prevented, so he would indeed go along and increase his mass amount of Mesta... maybe even save a few lives. As soon as the two rounded the next corner, the blond force noticed the scene immediately. A crowd of people surrounded the "Astro Bank of Pioneer 2", where it was already visible that a heist was happening. "Stay here," Phoenix shoved the frightened man away and moved swiftly and skillfully through the pile of witnesses, and right up to the police tape line that a man in Frame amour was guarding. As soon as Aven reached him, he flashed his ID at the officer, saying "I'm a hunter, let me through." The burly man nodded almost immediately and lifted the yellow barrier for him to go under.
On the other side of the police barricade, Ultra readied his Mech-guns and flashed his ID at the corresponding guard, "Hunter. Let me through." With those powerful words, the man lifted his end of the tape and let the noodle- eating man through.
Something went wrong, Aven Phoenix cringed as he heard gunshots in the bank. Suddenly, a hostage ran out the front door, screaming. The force took action immediately, and charged into the sliding glass door of the building.
Darn! I've got to do something, Ultra gasped and ran behind the bank to the hind entrance. He thought it was better to sneak up on the criminals then to take them head on. The police SWAT team probably already had the front taken care of anyway.
In a blur of speed, Aven was pointing his weapon in 'spell-launching' mode at his opponent. He was a tall, brown haired man in his mid thirties who was obviously deranged. He had a vibro-knife against a hostage's neck. Just half a second later, a tall man, about 3 inches taller than Phoenix, came in. He had twin Mech-guns, red and black amour, and glowing purple hair that came down to his shoulders in straight spikes. The man shouted at Phoenix, "Freeze! Get on the ground now, lady!" "Who do you think you are?! YOU get on the ground! And, I'm not a girl!" Aven shouted back hard. "No, YOU get down! And, you must be either a woman or a unic, with that body, and hair, and skin, and clothes, and voice, and-" "Shut the heck up!!" The force was getting angry now, completely ignoring the man with the hostage, "I've got men all surrounding this place, and I'm not about to become a hostage and jeopardize these innocent people's lives!" "Waitamin..." Ultra lowered his weapons, "YOU have men? But... those are MY men..." They looked at each other for a long while, and then looked at the man with the hostage, then back at each other again. Finally, they both turned to the crazed criminal with their weapons extended, and yelled in unison, "Freeze! Get on the ground!"
* * *
Not the best day of my life, the insane criminal thought to himself as he got hauled away in a police truck, facing unavoidable jail time. Meanwhile, Ultra and Phoenix sat together on the stairs leaded up to the large bank. Aven had an icepack to his head where the madman had thrown a chair on him. Ultra suddenly slapped his gloved hand against Phoenix's frail back, "Hey, bud, you did pretty good work back there. Waz yawl name?" "Phoenix. Aven Phoenix. And yours?" "The name's Alex Ulysses... but don't call me that or I'll kill you. Everyone just calls me 'Ultra'. Suiting, isn't it?" The blond sighed, "Perhaps." Then he noticed Ultra's glowing purple hair again, and raised an eyebrow, "How does it, uh...." "Glow?" "Yeay. Glow." "Just my secret hair gel formula. I'll give you one hint: it's a by-product of radioactive waste." Ultra said with a smile. Aven slapped his fore head. "Sweet lord!" "Anywho," the ranger yawned as he spoke, "Seriously... are you a... *ahem* a she male, or something?" "Heck no!" Phoenix punched him in the shoulder with half of his full might, "Why the hell would you say something like that?!" "Sorry, dude... you just look like one. Very feminine, you know. Especially that dress, and that hair, and that skin, and that body, and that voice, and that---" "I get the fricking clue!" Aven yelled in anger, "It's just because I'm a force." "So?" "First of all, we don't train our bodies. Second of all, we don't cut our hair. Third of all, using mana takes a powerful toll on your physical form, such as muscle corrosion and loss of melon in the skin." "Okay, okay. Fine then." But then Alex added under his breath, "Maybe that's why most forces are females..." Aven promptly punched him in the shoulder again.
Note: This is merely the prologue, and really has nothing to do with the main story. It's also quite bad, if I do say so myself, so you shouldn't bother reading it unless you really, really liked my story or are just really, really bored.
On Pioneer 2...
Noodles. Long, soggy, wet, white, tasteless, unappetizing noodles. "What a dinner," The tall man spoke sarcastically to himself with little enthusiasm. He thought being a hunter would mean a life of excitement, money, and a lot of hot chicks. Unfortunately, this sad life was not what he had expected. Sure... maybe a little killing spree here and there, but mostly just long boring mission briefing from his clients and barely enough money from the missions to stay alive. No luxuries there. No beautiful, sexy females. Just long, soggy, wet, white--- BAM! An explosion racked through the rangers body in mid thought, forcing him to spill his precious meal all over his mech-guns. "Just perfect," The man cried out load as he stood up and violently looked around, making obscene gestures at the surrounding area. "Who's the pyromaniac that ruined my food!?!" A waiter was bent over next to his leg, picking up a fallen dish. The other gests at the restaurant stared at him like he belonged in an institution. "Oh... um, sorry everybody," A flush spread across the warrior named Ultra's face and he quickly gathered up his worldly possessions and ran out the front door.
Aven Phoenix was a peaceful killer. He only completely demolished things when he absolutely needed to, which was surprisingly a lot of times. As a lonely force, he traveled across different stations and planets looking for jobs. Of course, this man was rich, so he really didn't need to. But Aven's lust for action drove him onward towards his final destiny, which he had no clue whatsoever would start today. Phoenix had a solemn expression on his pale face. Thin glasses rested on his nose, half covered by long, blond hair that reached straight down the back of his light blue cloak in a pony tail. He carried a short mace on his belt on the left side so that he may draw it like a sword and strike his enemy first thing. He also carried a small laser pistol on his right for long-ranged attacks. Though this short person was not loaded down with weaponry, he could still handle himself with ease. Fire, ice, thunder and healing spells were literally at his fingertips whenever he beckoned. Yet there was one thing and one thing only that frightened this hero beyond mere fear. The one though that made him glace behind his shoulder every time he heard a strange noise, and that one thing is--- "Holy mother of god, that crazy guy has a rifle!" Phoenix looked at the man in front of him with a confused expression, "Well, duh. Tons of people have rifles, and many other weapons." "You don't understand," The chubby man grabbed Aven and tugged him along as he yelled, "He's crazy! He's going to kill everyone who stands in his way! You're a hunter right?" "Well, yes I am---" "Then you can help! Please, he's crazy!" Phoenix sighed, and decided that this might be another disaster that was waiting to be prevented, so he would indeed go along and increase his mass amount of Mesta... maybe even save a few lives. As soon as the two rounded the next corner, the blond force noticed the scene immediately. A crowd of people surrounded the "Astro Bank of Pioneer 2", where it was already visible that a heist was happening. "Stay here," Phoenix shoved the frightened man away and moved swiftly and skillfully through the pile of witnesses, and right up to the police tape line that a man in Frame amour was guarding. As soon as Aven reached him, he flashed his ID at the officer, saying "I'm a hunter, let me through." The burly man nodded almost immediately and lifted the yellow barrier for him to go under.
On the other side of the police barricade, Ultra readied his Mech-guns and flashed his ID at the corresponding guard, "Hunter. Let me through." With those powerful words, the man lifted his end of the tape and let the noodle- eating man through.
Something went wrong, Aven Phoenix cringed as he heard gunshots in the bank. Suddenly, a hostage ran out the front door, screaming. The force took action immediately, and charged into the sliding glass door of the building.
Darn! I've got to do something, Ultra gasped and ran behind the bank to the hind entrance. He thought it was better to sneak up on the criminals then to take them head on. The police SWAT team probably already had the front taken care of anyway.
In a blur of speed, Aven was pointing his weapon in 'spell-launching' mode at his opponent. He was a tall, brown haired man in his mid thirties who was obviously deranged. He had a vibro-knife against a hostage's neck. Just half a second later, a tall man, about 3 inches taller than Phoenix, came in. He had twin Mech-guns, red and black amour, and glowing purple hair that came down to his shoulders in straight spikes. The man shouted at Phoenix, "Freeze! Get on the ground now, lady!" "Who do you think you are?! YOU get on the ground! And, I'm not a girl!" Aven shouted back hard. "No, YOU get down! And, you must be either a woman or a unic, with that body, and hair, and skin, and clothes, and voice, and-" "Shut the heck up!!" The force was getting angry now, completely ignoring the man with the hostage, "I've got men all surrounding this place, and I'm not about to become a hostage and jeopardize these innocent people's lives!" "Waitamin..." Ultra lowered his weapons, "YOU have men? But... those are MY men..." They looked at each other for a long while, and then looked at the man with the hostage, then back at each other again. Finally, they both turned to the crazed criminal with their weapons extended, and yelled in unison, "Freeze! Get on the ground!"
* * *
Not the best day of my life, the insane criminal thought to himself as he got hauled away in a police truck, facing unavoidable jail time. Meanwhile, Ultra and Phoenix sat together on the stairs leaded up to the large bank. Aven had an icepack to his head where the madman had thrown a chair on him. Ultra suddenly slapped his gloved hand against Phoenix's frail back, "Hey, bud, you did pretty good work back there. Waz yawl name?" "Phoenix. Aven Phoenix. And yours?" "The name's Alex Ulysses... but don't call me that or I'll kill you. Everyone just calls me 'Ultra'. Suiting, isn't it?" The blond sighed, "Perhaps." Then he noticed Ultra's glowing purple hair again, and raised an eyebrow, "How does it, uh...." "Glow?" "Yeay. Glow." "Just my secret hair gel formula. I'll give you one hint: it's a by-product of radioactive waste." Ultra said with a smile. Aven slapped his fore head. "Sweet lord!" "Anywho," the ranger yawned as he spoke, "Seriously... are you a... *ahem* a she male, or something?" "Heck no!" Phoenix punched him in the shoulder with half of his full might, "Why the hell would you say something like that?!" "Sorry, dude... you just look like one. Very feminine, you know. Especially that dress, and that hair, and that skin, and that body, and that voice, and that---" "I get the fricking clue!" Aven yelled in anger, "It's just because I'm a force." "So?" "First of all, we don't train our bodies. Second of all, we don't cut our hair. Third of all, using mana takes a powerful toll on your physical form, such as muscle corrosion and loss of melon in the skin." "Okay, okay. Fine then." But then Alex added under his breath, "Maybe that's why most forces are females..." Aven promptly punched him in the shoulder again.