*ZS Connor can be seen running on the side of a empty road, as Dark Prelate Mitchell blinks from platform to platform above, as well as performing Dark Templar-style parkour, jumping around, clinging to walls, and stuff…*

ZS Connor: *Yelling up to Dark Prelate Mitchell, "AT SOME POINT, IT'S JUST FASTER BEING DOWN HERE, INSTEAD OF DOING THAT ALL THE WAY UP THERE!"*

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "Gotta-" *blinks* "-keep-" *jump* "-my skills-" *swing* "-sharp!" *blink*

ZS Connor: *Still Yelling, "SAYS THE GUY WHO TELEPORTS! I CAN DO THAT WITH MY OWN TWO FEET!"*

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "MEANT-" *blink* "-RAPID-" *blink* "-USE OF-" *jump and flip* "-THIS!" *blink*

ZS Connor: *Runs into a nearby alley, double jumps onto the above platforms, catching up and running with Dark Prelate Mitchell.* "Since you got skills to work on, how about a race to see who is doing better?"

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "Heh-" *blink* "-Very well!" *begins blinking more rapidly*

ZS Connor: *Keeping up as he follows up with, "First one-" *jump* "To the-" *jump and roll* "Edge of the-" *cartwheel and jump* "City Wins" *Activates Far Reach and soars overhead Dark Prelate Mitchell and is five platforms ahead of him*

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "Very-" *blink* "-WELL!"

*static appears...and is replaced with… … …*


Prologue

The Rising Emperor

A series of flashes appeared, and a large cluster of individuals appeared from them: tall and muscular beings with no nose or mouth, some with organic cables coming out the back of their heads; a figure with super-enhanced cybernetic augmentations; a human girl with a hugeass scythe with integrated sniper rifle; a group of massive green humanoids with massive teeth; a heavily armored figure in red armor with various guns; and a few others...at the lead, however, was a young human male, wearing armor that consisted of a trench coat with a gem-inlaid pauldron, a bone-like helmet, a cape, and metallic pads protecting the joints. The armor had a platinum and blue color scheme, and he was armed with a bracer containing an energy emitter and a staff with similar ones.

This leader was Daniel Mitchell: Dark Prelate...Freeblade...Rogue Trader...Huntsman...Demi-CPU...but his favorite: Kamen Rider…

"Friend Daniel...what do we do now?" asked one of the taller and muscular figures, this one with a purple cloth over his face.

Daniel smiled. "What do you think, Zeratul? We go out and explore this world!" As he did that, he sent a vox message to the edge of the system: they'd be staying in this universe...so it was time to set down some roots...


The Strange Adventurer

A single void appears over solid ground, a few feet above the grassy field. A strange looking man is seen landing on his own two feet. The appearance of the armor was almost standard, except for the crimson red and black color, the sharp triangular like parts near the feet, belt with ammo pouches on the sides, and a visor helmet that resembled a human head with triangular bat ears. There was also two triangular shapes coming out from beneath the red lights near the ears.

This individual was named Connor: City Watch Guard, Mercenary, Vault Hunter, Soldier, Vassal...There was many titles for him. The one he always preferred over the others was Adventurer.

Connor sighed in relief. He talked to himself, the voice being altered to sound different, "About time I got out of there...If I had to listen to that brat one more time…...I'm out of there...that's all that matters."

A creature can be seen emerging from the void land falling...less gracefully as it landed near Connor. It looked to be some sort of penguin. It had peg legs, bat wings, and a fanny pack type of bag on it, not to also forgot it was dark blue-ish in color.

The adventurer picked up the creature, punched it in its face, robbed its bag for two small swords and chunked it back into the void. An explosion can be heard as the void closes in time, leaving the man by himself.

"Now, where do I begin seeing the sights of this new world to explore?" Connor asked himself, taking in the surroundings beyond him...


*Back to ZS Connor and Dark Prelate Mitchell*

*They can be seen on the side running on a road, this time on the wide open nothingness of nature. However, there also appears to be some bickering going in between them.*

ZS Connor: "I said, I WON. You teleported across after my body finished crossed the metaphorical finish line."

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "I'm certain you got that backwards: I blinked across BEFORE you crossed…"

ZS Connor: "No, I told you during the race that your ENTIRE body has to cross it...Teleporting dosen't COUNT!"

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "Then by your own logic, usage of Far Reach shouldn't count either…Ergo, since I was there first, I win..."

ZS Connor: "You can say all you want about you being first… ...And still using my logic, you forfeited first by using Teleport before I resorted to Far Reach...Meaning I win by default."

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "I blinked the whole DAMNED race...why should THEN be any different?"

ZS Connor: "Because I said the race was a test of skills...You had to use the teleports with your other skills...Which from I can tell, you failed in that regard."

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "And you now lost your eyes or something? Or did you forget my leaping, wall-climbing, and parkour to stay above the street?"

ZS Connor: 'You know what? I think we have to call this as a tie, but if we had people watching us, they would say I was first and you were second."

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "OR they'd say the inverse…"

ZS Connor: "Then it's settled, we call it a tie."


*ZS Connor looks ahead, seeing the Studio getting closer and closer.*

ZS Connor: "Hey, I can see the destination from here…"

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "As can I…"

ZS Connor: *Joking as he says, "And to think...We could have gotten there 30 mins earlier if we hailed a taxi, but who needs that when we can run there..."*

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "True, true…"

ZS Connor: *Looks at the studio again, this time him and Dark Prelate Mitchell are just about to reach the fence around it.* "One last obstacle in the way." *Uses Far Reach to grab the top and spring himself over to the other side.*

Dark Prelate Mitchell: *Blinks to the other side; looks back at the fence* "I stalk the shadows, BITCH!"

ZS Connor: *Glances a look of disappointment at Dark Prelate Mitchell, before stating, "I need you to do two things for me. One, keep the cursing down. Two, try to act like a normal person till we meet the owners."*

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "...Something tells me they won't really care… … …"

ZS Connor: "But that's the owners. There are other people living here and we really don't know how they act on a daily basis."

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "...Well-" *sees something* "SEE?! They have a wrecked Covenant BANSHEE in their front yard: kinda suggests 'Here there be weirdness', doesn't it?!"

ZS Connor: *Annoyed* "That doesn't matter...The ONLY thing that does matter is that we leave a good first impression and I don't want you messing it up."

Dark Prelate Mitchell: *shrugs* "Really, I mean, you wanna gripe at someone, gripe at the authors…THEY'RE writing this as THEY want it to go..."

ZS Connor: *Stares at him* "Will you cut that out? I swear if you keep doing that I'm actually going to ditch you out here."

Dark Prelate Mitchell: "Oh, right, the 'fourth wall': a metaphysical barrier that separates story character from story audience...In Gamindustri, we dismissed these claims…"

ZS Connor: *Storms off inside before Dark Prelate Mitchell can finish talking.*

Dark Prelate Mitchell: *stares at Connor...before blinking after him*