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Lightning Warrior Commission Database: Personnel File

Taryn Corin-Johnston

The son of the greatest dark warrior of all time, Taryn Corin-Johnston was a true prodigy. His powers matured at the young age of 12, and he even surpassed his teachers by 15. This caused growing resentment from his peers, who ridiculed him mercilessly. By the age of 20, he led a solitary, reclusive life, preferring to train over socializing, which made him a perfect candidate to test a radical new technology: inter-dimensional travel. In the newly formed LWC Temporal and Inter-dimensional Protection Agency (TIPA), he quickly became the top operative, having gone on over 80 missions by the age of 24. He would have continued with this lifestyle had he not had a fateful encounter with a young inventor on what was considered a routine mission. This chance meeting would set into motion a course of events that would change his life forever…

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Chapter 1: Mission Start

"What've you got for me?" A tall, blond young man asked as he stood in front of a wooden desk in a small office. Behind the desk, sat a slightly-shorter, pudgy but no less strong looking man, and behind him was a large window that looked down upon a busy hall full of workers running around doing all sorts of things.

"You see those people in jumpsuits down there? They work here, too! We got it covered!" The man behind the desk said with a slight hint of anger.

"Come on, Chief!" The young man hit the desk with his fist.

"Watch it, Taryn, or I'll have you reprimanded!" The Chief yelled, almost coming out of his seat, but settled back down when he saw the look on Taryn's face, then continued. "Look, I promised your father that I would look after you, make sure you stay safe! You have been going on mission after mission for some time now. You are taking this too seriously. I'm worried about you. You need a break! Besides, we don't have any urgent missions."

"Please, Chief! I need this! This is all I have!" Taryn pleaded.

The Chief caved in. "But…Oh…alright! I have one mission. It's routine, but it's something. Just promise me you'll take a break as soon as you get back!"

"Promise. What do you got?"

"I warn you, it's routine. We've got surge in the number of temporal sprites in the RR117 dimension. It's a simple mission, capture the sprites and return them here for containment. You're in and out maybe a week. I was going to hold off on this, but since you are desperate…"

"Thanks, Chief!" Taryn took the mission folder from the Chief's desk and was off in a flash.

The Chief sighed, and turned toward a picture on the wall. In it was himself standing next to Taryn's father, Ty. They were laughing as a young Taryn was latched to his father's leg. "Forgive me, old friend." He laughed. "But if he doesn't kill himself, I just may!"

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Taryn tore into the locker room. He opened his locker to prepare to his mission. Hanging inside was a gray jumpsuit with black stripes down the arms and legs. It was specially designed to handle the rigors of inter-dimensional travel. Next thing to go on were a black pair of boots and a pair of fingerless leather gloves.

Next, there was a belt with all manner of supplies attached to it. An emergency power cell, in case he needed a charge. I doubt I'll need this, he thought, but better safe than sorry. Next to it was a pouch full of a variety of pills. A few pain killers, anti-poison, some food pills, and a bottle of protein pills. People asked him why he carried those. He was, of course, a vegetarian, so he needed his supplements.

Next to that was his weapon, an extendable staff. It was quite advanced, extending from a length of six inches to over four feet. He was very skilled at the use of his staff, having trained in the martial arts with his father and the Chief.

On the other side was another pouch, this one with two small bottles of super water. One sip of this stuff could quench your thirst instantly. It sure came in handy during the FC023 Sahara mission.

Then, there was the Chief's little contribution to his gear, the M-14 Thunder Blaster. He made them standard issue, and Taryn has a sneaking suspicion that the Chief did that because of him. He didn't like lethal weapons, preferring to incapacitate the enemy so that he could bring them in. The Chief also made the headset communicator and ocular scanner standard.

His final bit of equipment was the most important. The D-controller was a marvel of its time. Consisting of multiple devices rolled into one, the gauntlet consisted of five devices. One was the bio-controller. It not only allowed for the wearer to blend in to the native population, but it also gave the wearer the ability to change into any species he wanted. It comes in handy on those stealthy missions. Next was the digimetric capture device, which was the way that Taryn planned on capturing those pesky sprites. Then there is the time bender, which while it allowed for time travel into the past, it only had enough power for a jump of two hours. And the neuralizer, named for the fictional Men in Black device. It didn't look anything like the sleek little device that Agents K and J used, but it produced the same effect.

But the most important part of the controller was the immediate dimensional tear return device, more affectionately called the "ticket home." While generating an inter-dimensional tear is simple, making it safe for travel is hard. Add onto that the targeting technology requires the use of the LWC mainframe; the return device had to be streamlined. All that there was in the controller was a tear generator and a link locator. That was the secret. Links had to be maintained by home base to stabilize the tear.

Taryn got finished just in time to look up and see a tall, dark-haired man standing in the doorway. He was dressed in the same uniform as him, except his stripes were purple. He spoke first.

"You gonna let any of us have any jobs, or you just gonna do 'em all yourself?" He said, with a cocky tone.

"Not now, Rez. I'm busy." Taryn snapped back.

"Oh, come on, Taryn! You need a life, man!" Rez Whitcraft was the second-best operative, and didn't like it. "I need these missions to beat your record."

"Maybe if you didn't spend so much time off, you would have more missions."

"Maybe if your father wasn't friends with Chief, you'd…" Rez paused in thought, and then continued, "Besides, you know I have a family. You do too, maybe they'd like to see you every once in a while."

"Whatever."

"Maybe your father wants another grandchild, one who carries his name." Rez had struck a nerve. Taryn immediately turned away and started to leave. "Hey, I'm not finished!"

"But I am!" With that, Taryn left the room.

"By the Power, he's hopeless."

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Across town, in a shady area of town, shady people were meeting, as they do. But this time, they were meeting with more than just designs of stealing precious gems or selling illegal weapons. The Dark Thunder Coalition (or rather, what was left of it) was meeting by orders of their temporary leader. He was a tall man, and he wore a long, dark coat. He spoke with a rasp.

"Is everything ready?" He said to his subordinates.

"Yes, boss. It's all here." One of the lackeys pointed to two of the other lackeys who were carrying in a large metal case. "We got it this morning."

"I bet that TIPA is searching their store rooms high and low for this." One of the lackeys grunted as they set down the case.

"That would be true, if we didn't have a man on the inside." The boss approached the case. "Well, open it!"

The two lackeys lifted the lid off of the case, and inside was a set of TIPA issue overalls and equipment.

"These are pieces to the puzzle. Once inside we'll disable their operations, we will go to one of the dimensions and use the key to bring our leader back, and then, the world will be ours!"

"Yeah, but how are we going to do that, boss?"

He smacked the back of the lackeys' heads. "You fools, did I not explain this before. We wait for the signal from the insider who will let us in. We steal the mainframe's information, plant a few bombs, and get through one of the gates before blowing that too! Try to remember that!"

"Oh, yeah."

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"OK, Taryn, it's time." A technician said to Taryn as he sat there, waiting for the preparations for the doorway to be opened. It wasn't a complicated process; it just took a little time. Taryn stood up, and headed toward the archway. The technician continued "Now, remember, go in, find the sprites, and get out. We'll be waiting for you on this end."

"OK. I'm ready." Taryn loved this part. The archway began to hum and in a brilliant flash of light, a doorway was opened to the RR117 dimension. Taryn was about to step in when he heard a familiar voice.

"So, you just going to go of on another mission." The man who said that appeared from a shadow, and everyone was quiet.

"Dad, I'm fine, don't try to stop me." Taryn turned to face his father, Ty Corin-Johnston. Immediately behind him was the Chief.

"Bastion here tells me that you have been on missions for nine months straight now. Haven't you heard of a thing called 'burnout'?"

"I promised him already I would take a break after this."

"Yeah, just like the last time, and the time before that, and the time before that. Son, I want you to be happy, but doing this constantly isn't safe for you!" Ty had concern on his voice.

"I know, dad. I'm fine. Really!"

"I won't tell you what to do. You have to follow your own path. But I can't just sit idly by as you walk a path to destruction."

"Dad, I promise to you, I will take a break as soon as I come back."

"You better, or your mom will tear my head off!"

"Seeya!" Taryn immediately turn toward the archway and charged. He ran through the gate, and arrived in another dimension.

"I hope he understands that I love him so much." Ty said to his friend.

"I'm sure he does, Ty. He just has a lot to work out."

"I hope he works it out soon. His mom will really kill me!"

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Taryn found himself in dimension RR117. He immediately received a message from the Chief.

"Taryn, come in!" The Chief's voice rang out on the radio headset.

"Yeah, I made it. It seems quiet here." Taryn responded.

"Just start finding those sprites and get back here."

"Roger! I think I have my first one now!"

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