Chapter 1:A new beggining
There is a small town in the Catskills completely unaffected by the crossing of the
Arcadian portals, and a kid there who is almost as unaffected.
Jim Silver, truly an obnoxious punk, and the protagonist of this story. Though, at first
glance, it wouldn't seem so. His moody brown eyes, brown hair in a pony-tail, and prefferred
travel being the skateboard. Jim himself proabably didn't even know what was in store for him.
All he knew right now was that he was coming home from school, and he had another two
days before he had to worry about that horrid place. Jumping with his skate board, and grinding
onto the railing of the school stairs, and jumping off, he veered right for home.
Jim knew something was wrong as he saw his mom's car at his house. His mom was never
home at this time. He had a strange sense of foreboding. "Stop overreacting." Jim told himself.
"She probably came home early to clean or something."
As he walked in he saw his parents and a man who looked incredibly like an accountant.
"Uh...mom...dad?" he asked. "It's a little early for Tax day, isn't it?"
The man sitting across from his parents scowled and cleared his throat. "So, you're
Jim Silver. Pleasure to meet you."
Jim suddenly knew who the 'accountant' was. "Anthony Bault, I'd like to say it's a
pleasure to meet you." He waited for Anthony to say 'So why didn't you say it?' but he didn't
fall for such a trick.
"We were talking with Mr. Bault." Jim's mom said. "he says you have...powers."
"Like the descendancy powers?" Jim asked, cocking his head.
"Maybe, I don't think so, though." Anthony replied. "I'm looking for new types of psionic
users right now, and I sensed you."
"How...nice." Jim said, dripping with sarcasm.
"Mr. Bault was talking about teaching you to use these powers." Jim's mom said.
*And become a government guinea pig?* Jim thought. *I don't think so!*
"Considering how you're doing in school and that this would be great oppurtunity for
you..." Jim's father said. "For the next two years, Mr. Bault will be your legal guardian."
Jim's mouth fell open. His world was falling apart right then. He intended to come home,
do his homework, take out the garbage, and play a little phantasy star online. He never, in a
quintillion years thought this would happen.
"My grades are just fine!" he blurted out. Jim's mother pulled out a refferal. "Oh..."
he said. "Those..."
"yes, those." Jim's father said. "You've had three fights this-"
"I didn't start those fights!" Jim replied defensively.
"Well, you sure as hell finished them." His father replied.
Anthony looked at him. "Just give me one month, okay?" Anthony asked. "If the training
doesn't go right, you can come back home."
Since he didn't have much of a choice, Jim resigned. "Fine." he said.
**********
A week later, all of Bit's possesions were in hoi-poi capsules lent to him by Anthony.
He had to admit, it was a lot more convienent than a moving van.
"So, how do we get to Arcadia?" Jim asked. "I don't see any cars or anything."
"We're flying to Washington." Anthony said. "Then we'll take a plane to Area 51."
"Uhh... how am I supposed to fly?" Jim asked.
Anthony tossed what looked like a wheel-less skateboard in his hand. Jim noticed that
the back had rockets, as did the bottom. It also had boot-shaped fasteners, obviously, so you
wouldn't fall off.
"It's a skim-board." Anthony explained. "We can't open your powers until we get to Area
51, so you'll rely on that. I heard from your mother that you like Skateboards, so I had Washu
make this for you."
Jim examined the skim-board. It didn't have any visible fuel tankard. "You sure this
thing has gas?"
"It runs on the heat supplied by the rockets." Anthonty explained. "That way, it'll
always be able to run."
"Cool." Jim said. He fastened himself to the board. "How do you turn it on?"
"Just say. 'Skim-board on.'" Anthony replied. "It's coded for only your voice-box."
"Okay." Jim replied. "Skim-board! On!" he said, as though he were transforming into a
power-ranger. The rockets started and Jim sailed upwards. At that moment, Jim forgot
skateboarding. He forgot surfing, and snowboarding. This was the new thrill, better than
anything.
Jim let out a whoop of excitement, and di a swoop before going back up.
"So, I assume you like it." Anthony said, hovering in the air beside him.
"It's cool." Jim said nonchalantly.
"Glad you approve." Anthony said. "You'll be riding it for an hour."
As they flew, questions buzzed through Jim's head. "Did they actually find aliens at
Area 51?"
"Yeah." Anthony said.
"Green-eyed rubber skinned things from Mars or what?" Jim asked.
"I don't know." Anthony admitted. "I never really had the time to see them."
"What with saving Arcadia every other week?" Jim asked.
"Yeah." Anthony said with a smile. "Exactly."
Anthony and Jim spent the rest of the trip small-talking. Video games, Animes, and
Sci-fis being the most prominant. Anthony learned that he couldn't have picked up a more rabid
Star Wars forcie, and Jim learned he couldn't have been picked up by a more obssesive D&D fan.
An hour later, the landed in a small place by the mall. "We won't have to meet the prez
or anything, will we?"
"No." Anthony said. "The jet is already ready."
Jim found out that the jet was entirely unspectacular. Obviously to avoid bringing
attention. Jim did notice that several teenage girls swooned as Anthony passed. Anthony
blushed.
"Teeny-boppers." Jim said, rolling his eyes. The only thing that made him so popular was
evidently his position. He wasn't exactly Brad Pit.
"Sir Bault, your jet." a man in a black suit said.
"Thanks." Anthony said.
Jim stepped in, noticing that the jet was much nicer on the inside. The trip to
Area 51 was uneventful, though Jim did see The Two Towers for the first time.
Area 51 was a barren place. The gates had one of the government signs that told you if
you were caught hanging around, you'd be shot. Jim always wondered what gave the government the
right to do that.
"Welcome back, Sir Bault." the guard at the front said. "Your newest project?"
"Somewhat." Anthony said. "Where's Ms. Katsuya?"
"She's in the computer lounge." The guard said.
"Ms. Katsuya?" Jim asked curiously.
"Azalea Katsuya is her full name." Anthony explained. "She'll be training alongside with
you. I think she's about your age."
Jim shrugged. As they walked into the computer lounge, there was a girl at one of the
computers with long black hair, and deep green eyes. Her figure wasn't overtly busty or curvy,
but it worked just fine for her. This, apparently, was Azalea.
"This is the other one?" Azalea asked, looking Jim up and down.
"Yep." Anhtony said.
"You're kidding." Azalea replied. "Please tell me it's a joke."
As much as Anthony looked like an accountant, Jim had to admit he looked the role of hero
much better. Jim was gangly and tall, with wild hair, and nothing was truly striking or out of
the ordinary about Jim's build or appearance.
Azalea put her hand on Jim's shoulder, and Jim froze. Talking with attractive members of
the opposite sex was not his strong suit. "What's your name?"
"Uh...Jim." Jim said quickly.
"Well, James-"
"Jim." Jim said, instictively forgetting his fear to correct her. "Not James:Jim."
"Assertive. He's pretty cute." Azalea said. "Can I keep him, Anthony?"
Upon that, Anthony cracked a smile. "I don't know." he said, forcing down a laugh. "He's
a big responsibility. And where would we keep him?"
Jim blushed and quickly took Azalea's arm off his shoulder. "Let's just go." He said
quickly.
"By the way, my name's Azalea." Azalea said. She put out her hand to Jim. Jim catiously
shook her hand. "I don't have cooties you know."
"I know." Jim said, turning quickly.
"Shy?" Anthony asked, trying very hard not to laugh.
"Shut up." Jim replied sourly.
They walked out to the portal. "TO Mobius, right?"
"Exactly." Anthony said.
"Which is?" Azalea asked. Jim and Anthony stared at her. "Sorry. I'm not big on video
games."
"You'll learn quickly enough." Anthony said. They all went through the portal to see
Sonic the hedgehog standing, impatiently tapping his foot.
"Let me guess." Anthony said. "You've been waiting."
"Lucky guess." Sonic said.
Jim couldn't believe it. It was Sonic the hedgehog. The Sonic. The person he had
obsessed over for three years. The guy who had gotten all the chaos emeralds for in all four
genesis games. The Sonic who...
Well, you get the idea.
"These the two kids?" Sonic asked.
"Hey-" Jim protested. "I'm no kid."
"Who are you then?" Sonic asked.
"Jim." Jim said. "Jim Silver."
"Azalea Katsuya." Azalea said.
"You probably get this a lot," Jim said wryly. "But you look taller on TV."
"Ha ha." Sonic replied. "C'mon Mop-top, if you can keep up, we're going to the Gardenian
portal."
"Mario Brothers." Jim said. "Funky." In truth Jim was getting anxious and bored, The two
towers be damned.
*************
"Why do they always look at us like that?" Bass asked. They were walking through the
streets of Mobius. "Didn't we already prove we're the good guys?"
"Trust is something incredibly easy to lose, and just as hard to regain." Protoman
commented.
"WE never broke their trust." Bass retorted. "It was Robotnik. I don't see why the king
of this place doesn't have the decency to lock him up."
"Trust is also one of the precious gifts when those least-deserving get it." Protoman
said again.
"I read that once in a fortune cookie." Bass said, rolling his eyes.
"You can't really blame them, though." Roll interjected. "We symbolize everything they've
grown to hate."
"But we're not swat bots. We're reploids." Megaman said. "I'm with Bass on this one. We
proved that we're on their side, why shouldn't they trust us? They trusted Anthony, and from what
I read, humans did WORSE to the mobians than robots did."
"I suppose they view us as inorganic." Protoman said. "cold, calculating machines, with
no soul or moral thought."
"But we're not inorganic." Bass replied.
"They don't know that." Protoman replied.
"Then they should go to Neo-New York, and take out a few tech books." Megaman put in.
Then he sighed. "Will the mobians ever truly trust us?"
"One day." Roll said.
"Which day?" Bass asked.
"One day." Roll repeated. "Not today, probably not tomorrow. Maybe in a year or two."
"That's a lot more patient than I want to be." Megaman commented.
"Not all battle are won with a buster, Mega." Roll replied.
**********
"This is the spell I used on Anthony, here." King Arbolet said. "It should be able to
open up your potential, even if they aren't the descendancy powers."
"Is this going to hurt?" Jim asked, looking around.
"It shouldn't." King Nimbus said.
"Scared?" Azalea asked, looking at Jim wryly.
"No." Jim lied. "It's just that when someone points a bunch of magic at you, you get
antsy."
"Have you removed all your jewlery?" King Arbolet asked.
"I don't wear jewlery." Jim replied.
"Very well, then." Arbolet said. "Let's begin."
Jim closed his eyes expecting a bright light. Since his eyes were closed, he couldn't
tell if there was one or not.
"It's finished." King Arbolet said, a few seconds later.
"It's finshed?"
"It's finished."
"But I don't feel any different." Jim said. Right then, Jim instinctively ducked, and a
psionic blast hit the wall. Jim didn't hear anything, he just knew it was there.
"Still skeptical?" Anthony asked.
Jim made for the door. "That was probably just...a fluke." Jim had pushed the door off
the hinges. "Okay, okay. It worked!" Jim said. "Happy?"
"You don't seem to be." Anthony replied.
'Yeah, well saving the world isn't my thing." Jim said.
"Angry?" Anthony asked.
"What's to be angry about?" Jim asked. "I've only become a government weapon."
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Anthony asked.
"You and the hero's council, fighting criminals and stuff." Jim said.
"First of all, The Hero's council operates apart from the government, so it can't be
used for war or anything." Anthony explained. "Second, if you don't like this, you can go back,
I'm giving you a choice to open up some new doors."
"Got no choice anyhow." Jim said. "But at least it's no school."
"Actually..." Anthony said.
"Oh no." Jim said, burying his hands into his face. "My told you to make sure I went to
school, didn't she?"
"Yeah, you're in a small school in knothole." Anthony explained. "It should be just like
home."
"That's what I'm worried about." Jim said.
"If we're done drowning in self-pity..." Azalea said. She apparently, was done with her
abilities being opened.
"Yeah." Anthony said. "Let's go bacl to Mobius. My house'll be a little cramped with us
three, but I imagine we'll manage."
End Chapter 1
There is a small town in the Catskills completely unaffected by the crossing of the
Arcadian portals, and a kid there who is almost as unaffected.
Jim Silver, truly an obnoxious punk, and the protagonist of this story. Though, at first
glance, it wouldn't seem so. His moody brown eyes, brown hair in a pony-tail, and prefferred
travel being the skateboard. Jim himself proabably didn't even know what was in store for him.
All he knew right now was that he was coming home from school, and he had another two
days before he had to worry about that horrid place. Jumping with his skate board, and grinding
onto the railing of the school stairs, and jumping off, he veered right for home.
Jim knew something was wrong as he saw his mom's car at his house. His mom was never
home at this time. He had a strange sense of foreboding. "Stop overreacting." Jim told himself.
"She probably came home early to clean or something."
As he walked in he saw his parents and a man who looked incredibly like an accountant.
"Uh...mom...dad?" he asked. "It's a little early for Tax day, isn't it?"
The man sitting across from his parents scowled and cleared his throat. "So, you're
Jim Silver. Pleasure to meet you."
Jim suddenly knew who the 'accountant' was. "Anthony Bault, I'd like to say it's a
pleasure to meet you." He waited for Anthony to say 'So why didn't you say it?' but he didn't
fall for such a trick.
"We were talking with Mr. Bault." Jim's mom said. "he says you have...powers."
"Like the descendancy powers?" Jim asked, cocking his head.
"Maybe, I don't think so, though." Anthony replied. "I'm looking for new types of psionic
users right now, and I sensed you."
"How...nice." Jim said, dripping with sarcasm.
"Mr. Bault was talking about teaching you to use these powers." Jim's mom said.
*And become a government guinea pig?* Jim thought. *I don't think so!*
"Considering how you're doing in school and that this would be great oppurtunity for
you..." Jim's father said. "For the next two years, Mr. Bault will be your legal guardian."
Jim's mouth fell open. His world was falling apart right then. He intended to come home,
do his homework, take out the garbage, and play a little phantasy star online. He never, in a
quintillion years thought this would happen.
"My grades are just fine!" he blurted out. Jim's mother pulled out a refferal. "Oh..."
he said. "Those..."
"yes, those." Jim's father said. "You've had three fights this-"
"I didn't start those fights!" Jim replied defensively.
"Well, you sure as hell finished them." His father replied.
Anthony looked at him. "Just give me one month, okay?" Anthony asked. "If the training
doesn't go right, you can come back home."
Since he didn't have much of a choice, Jim resigned. "Fine." he said.
**********
A week later, all of Bit's possesions were in hoi-poi capsules lent to him by Anthony.
He had to admit, it was a lot more convienent than a moving van.
"So, how do we get to Arcadia?" Jim asked. "I don't see any cars or anything."
"We're flying to Washington." Anthony said. "Then we'll take a plane to Area 51."
"Uhh... how am I supposed to fly?" Jim asked.
Anthony tossed what looked like a wheel-less skateboard in his hand. Jim noticed that
the back had rockets, as did the bottom. It also had boot-shaped fasteners, obviously, so you
wouldn't fall off.
"It's a skim-board." Anthony explained. "We can't open your powers until we get to Area
51, so you'll rely on that. I heard from your mother that you like Skateboards, so I had Washu
make this for you."
Jim examined the skim-board. It didn't have any visible fuel tankard. "You sure this
thing has gas?"
"It runs on the heat supplied by the rockets." Anthonty explained. "That way, it'll
always be able to run."
"Cool." Jim said. He fastened himself to the board. "How do you turn it on?"
"Just say. 'Skim-board on.'" Anthony replied. "It's coded for only your voice-box."
"Okay." Jim replied. "Skim-board! On!" he said, as though he were transforming into a
power-ranger. The rockets started and Jim sailed upwards. At that moment, Jim forgot
skateboarding. He forgot surfing, and snowboarding. This was the new thrill, better than
anything.
Jim let out a whoop of excitement, and di a swoop before going back up.
"So, I assume you like it." Anthony said, hovering in the air beside him.
"It's cool." Jim said nonchalantly.
"Glad you approve." Anthony said. "You'll be riding it for an hour."
As they flew, questions buzzed through Jim's head. "Did they actually find aliens at
Area 51?"
"Yeah." Anthony said.
"Green-eyed rubber skinned things from Mars or what?" Jim asked.
"I don't know." Anthony admitted. "I never really had the time to see them."
"What with saving Arcadia every other week?" Jim asked.
"Yeah." Anthony said with a smile. "Exactly."
Anthony and Jim spent the rest of the trip small-talking. Video games, Animes, and
Sci-fis being the most prominant. Anthony learned that he couldn't have picked up a more rabid
Star Wars forcie, and Jim learned he couldn't have been picked up by a more obssesive D&D fan.
An hour later, the landed in a small place by the mall. "We won't have to meet the prez
or anything, will we?"
"No." Anthony said. "The jet is already ready."
Jim found out that the jet was entirely unspectacular. Obviously to avoid bringing
attention. Jim did notice that several teenage girls swooned as Anthony passed. Anthony
blushed.
"Teeny-boppers." Jim said, rolling his eyes. The only thing that made him so popular was
evidently his position. He wasn't exactly Brad Pit.
"Sir Bault, your jet." a man in a black suit said.
"Thanks." Anthony said.
Jim stepped in, noticing that the jet was much nicer on the inside. The trip to
Area 51 was uneventful, though Jim did see The Two Towers for the first time.
Area 51 was a barren place. The gates had one of the government signs that told you if
you were caught hanging around, you'd be shot. Jim always wondered what gave the government the
right to do that.
"Welcome back, Sir Bault." the guard at the front said. "Your newest project?"
"Somewhat." Anthony said. "Where's Ms. Katsuya?"
"She's in the computer lounge." The guard said.
"Ms. Katsuya?" Jim asked curiously.
"Azalea Katsuya is her full name." Anthony explained. "She'll be training alongside with
you. I think she's about your age."
Jim shrugged. As they walked into the computer lounge, there was a girl at one of the
computers with long black hair, and deep green eyes. Her figure wasn't overtly busty or curvy,
but it worked just fine for her. This, apparently, was Azalea.
"This is the other one?" Azalea asked, looking Jim up and down.
"Yep." Anhtony said.
"You're kidding." Azalea replied. "Please tell me it's a joke."
As much as Anthony looked like an accountant, Jim had to admit he looked the role of hero
much better. Jim was gangly and tall, with wild hair, and nothing was truly striking or out of
the ordinary about Jim's build or appearance.
Azalea put her hand on Jim's shoulder, and Jim froze. Talking with attractive members of
the opposite sex was not his strong suit. "What's your name?"
"Uh...Jim." Jim said quickly.
"Well, James-"
"Jim." Jim said, instictively forgetting his fear to correct her. "Not James:Jim."
"Assertive. He's pretty cute." Azalea said. "Can I keep him, Anthony?"
Upon that, Anthony cracked a smile. "I don't know." he said, forcing down a laugh. "He's
a big responsibility. And where would we keep him?"
Jim blushed and quickly took Azalea's arm off his shoulder. "Let's just go." He said
quickly.
"By the way, my name's Azalea." Azalea said. She put out her hand to Jim. Jim catiously
shook her hand. "I don't have cooties you know."
"I know." Jim said, turning quickly.
"Shy?" Anthony asked, trying very hard not to laugh.
"Shut up." Jim replied sourly.
They walked out to the portal. "TO Mobius, right?"
"Exactly." Anthony said.
"Which is?" Azalea asked. Jim and Anthony stared at her. "Sorry. I'm not big on video
games."
"You'll learn quickly enough." Anthony said. They all went through the portal to see
Sonic the hedgehog standing, impatiently tapping his foot.
"Let me guess." Anthony said. "You've been waiting."
"Lucky guess." Sonic said.
Jim couldn't believe it. It was Sonic the hedgehog. The Sonic. The person he had
obsessed over for three years. The guy who had gotten all the chaos emeralds for in all four
genesis games. The Sonic who...
Well, you get the idea.
"These the two kids?" Sonic asked.
"Hey-" Jim protested. "I'm no kid."
"Who are you then?" Sonic asked.
"Jim." Jim said. "Jim Silver."
"Azalea Katsuya." Azalea said.
"You probably get this a lot," Jim said wryly. "But you look taller on TV."
"Ha ha." Sonic replied. "C'mon Mop-top, if you can keep up, we're going to the Gardenian
portal."
"Mario Brothers." Jim said. "Funky." In truth Jim was getting anxious and bored, The two
towers be damned.
*************
"Why do they always look at us like that?" Bass asked. They were walking through the
streets of Mobius. "Didn't we already prove we're the good guys?"
"Trust is something incredibly easy to lose, and just as hard to regain." Protoman
commented.
"WE never broke their trust." Bass retorted. "It was Robotnik. I don't see why the king
of this place doesn't have the decency to lock him up."
"Trust is also one of the precious gifts when those least-deserving get it." Protoman
said again.
"I read that once in a fortune cookie." Bass said, rolling his eyes.
"You can't really blame them, though." Roll interjected. "We symbolize everything they've
grown to hate."
"But we're not swat bots. We're reploids." Megaman said. "I'm with Bass on this one. We
proved that we're on their side, why shouldn't they trust us? They trusted Anthony, and from what
I read, humans did WORSE to the mobians than robots did."
"I suppose they view us as inorganic." Protoman said. "cold, calculating machines, with
no soul or moral thought."
"But we're not inorganic." Bass replied.
"They don't know that." Protoman replied.
"Then they should go to Neo-New York, and take out a few tech books." Megaman put in.
Then he sighed. "Will the mobians ever truly trust us?"
"One day." Roll said.
"Which day?" Bass asked.
"One day." Roll repeated. "Not today, probably not tomorrow. Maybe in a year or two."
"That's a lot more patient than I want to be." Megaman commented.
"Not all battle are won with a buster, Mega." Roll replied.
**********
"This is the spell I used on Anthony, here." King Arbolet said. "It should be able to
open up your potential, even if they aren't the descendancy powers."
"Is this going to hurt?" Jim asked, looking around.
"It shouldn't." King Nimbus said.
"Scared?" Azalea asked, looking at Jim wryly.
"No." Jim lied. "It's just that when someone points a bunch of magic at you, you get
antsy."
"Have you removed all your jewlery?" King Arbolet asked.
"I don't wear jewlery." Jim replied.
"Very well, then." Arbolet said. "Let's begin."
Jim closed his eyes expecting a bright light. Since his eyes were closed, he couldn't
tell if there was one or not.
"It's finished." King Arbolet said, a few seconds later.
"It's finshed?"
"It's finished."
"But I don't feel any different." Jim said. Right then, Jim instinctively ducked, and a
psionic blast hit the wall. Jim didn't hear anything, he just knew it was there.
"Still skeptical?" Anthony asked.
Jim made for the door. "That was probably just...a fluke." Jim had pushed the door off
the hinges. "Okay, okay. It worked!" Jim said. "Happy?"
"You don't seem to be." Anthony replied.
'Yeah, well saving the world isn't my thing." Jim said.
"Angry?" Anthony asked.
"What's to be angry about?" Jim asked. "I've only become a government weapon."
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Anthony asked.
"You and the hero's council, fighting criminals and stuff." Jim said.
"First of all, The Hero's council operates apart from the government, so it can't be
used for war or anything." Anthony explained. "Second, if you don't like this, you can go back,
I'm giving you a choice to open up some new doors."
"Got no choice anyhow." Jim said. "But at least it's no school."
"Actually..." Anthony said.
"Oh no." Jim said, burying his hands into his face. "My told you to make sure I went to
school, didn't she?"
"Yeah, you're in a small school in knothole." Anthony explained. "It should be just like
home."
"That's what I'm worried about." Jim said.
"If we're done drowning in self-pity..." Azalea said. She apparently, was done with her
abilities being opened.
"Yeah." Anthony said. "Let's go bacl to Mobius. My house'll be a little cramped with us
three, but I imagine we'll manage."
End Chapter 1