The Supersoldier
Chapter 1
The sky was blue, and the air smelled like melted iron and steel. It was a terrible smell, so bad it woke our protagonist from his deep slumber.
"Ugh, feels like someone smashed my head in with a steel pole." A man in high-tech armor groaned.
The man's eyes fluttered open as he tried to move, something or someone restricted his movement. He couldn't see anything, the world was seemingly pitch black, the man didn't panic though. He took a deep breath and tried to move again, his body started to wake up, and he was introduced to a encumbering amount of pain and soreness.
He groaned again, this time, it was a groan of pain. "Fuck!" He shouts.
The man's left arm was broken, or maybe it was dislocated, whatever it was, it hurt like hell. Every other bone was either bruised, or broken as well. The man decided to bring light back into the world.
"Activate helmet visor, load basic HUD display." The man managed to speak through the pain.
The high-tech armor made a clicking sound, then the visor powered on, the man had a really good view of a blue sky, fire and smoke, and the heavy metal cabinet that was resting on his left arm. There were several other chunks of metal on him, though they weren't anywhere near as heavy as the cabinet.
The man managed to push the cabinet over and off his arm, he sighed and brought his arm to his chest. He rubbed his arm, grunting in pain whenever his hand rubbed against a particularly sore spot. He mumbled a quiet curse and sat up, his left arm was useless, but luckily his right arm wasn't crushed. So he was capable of pushing scraps of metal off his right leg, once free, he used his right leg to push scrap off his left leg.
The man flipped himself over and used his right arm to push himself back onto his knees, from there he slammed a foot down and pushed himself back onto his two feet. His vision slightly faded but returned quickly, it's possible he had a concussion. The man looked around what remained of the small vessel he happened to be on.
The ceiling of the vessel caved in, resulting in a large portion of the ships being unaccessible. Well, either the ceiling caved in, or the ship slammed on its top, therefore causing the roof to cave. The ship was now laying on its side, the bay door was hanging open, the machinery keeping it open was damaged or broken.
The thought of how he survived the crash crossed the man's mind, how did he survive such a devastating crash? The man tried to think back, but was stopped by a killer migraine. The man acknowledged the fact that he suffered head trauma during the crash. Maybe he has amnesia?
The man shook his head and decided to salvage whatever he could from the bay area. He stepped over the rubble and searched the seats lined against the wall, the seats upside down and sideways, but the little cabinets were still there. The man opened each metal drawer and peered inside, most of the drawer were empty but he didn't give up.
When he reached the second to last drawer he felt a sense of ownership, like the seat and drawer belonged solely to him. He pulled the drawer out and laid it on the seat, after that he looked inside, there were two loaded magazines. The man pulled one out and examined it, a small portion of knowledge returned to him.
These were magazines possessing 12 .45 round when fully loaded, he had two of them in his possession. This must mean there's a handgun laying somewhere! The man had a small amount of confidence return to him.
If he can find and recover said handgun, then this means he has some measure of protection. The man doesn't know what's beyond the ships damaged walls, but he knows one thing for sure, it's not Earth. And having something, even if it's something like a handgun, could mean the difference between life and death.
The man unconsciously placed the magazines into a magnetic mag holder on his thigh. He turned and scanned the rubble, and just for the sake of making sure, he checked himself to see if it was anywhere on him. It wasn't, and if it was, it fell off.
The man spotted what seemed to be a silver object beneath some rubble, it stood out compared to the dark and moody colors of the ship itself. The man crouched and grabbed with his right arm, he grunted and heaved the metal upwards. He felt a immeasurable amount of displeasure when he saw it was nothing but a empty magazine. He bent over the scrap metal and snatched the empty magazine. Then he let go of the metal, which simply fell over on its side.
The man sighed and felt a spike of pain course through his head. He suddenly had another memory return, he turned and faced the seat where he got the loaded magazines from. He pressed a button on the side of the seat, causing it to slam down and reveal a hidden compartment. The compartment had a handgun resting on a small rack, accompanied by a couple more loaded magazines. There also happened to be a rack meant for some kind of larger firearm, but it was empty.
The man sighed in disappointment, maybe a handgun is all he'll get? At least he isn't lacking ammo. He grabbed the magazines and added them to is mag holder. He realized he possessed one after he wondered where the first two mags went to. It makes holding the ammo more convenient.
The man grabbed the handgun and examined it, it was silver and it had no magazine inside. He pulled the slide back and examined what he could. He gave the weapon a nod in approval and inserted a fresh magazine inside. Then he holstered it.
The man turned and examined the rest of the ship, he spotted a door that lead to the pilot quarters, and a white box that had a giant plus on it. It must've been a medical kit, the man approached the box and popped it open, he rummaged through the box and pulled a couple different tubes out. One was a tube that held Morphine in it, the man popped the cap off and inserted it into his suits drug dispenser. He sighed in relief when he felt his entire body start to numb, maybe his left arm wasn't broken? Maybe it was just bruised badly.
The man then turned and approached the door, he looked for the button to open the door. It was above the sideways door, meaning he had to jump to reach the button. He jumped and missed the button a couple times, on his 6th try his finger pressed the touchpad and the door opened . . Halfway.
This meant he wouldn't be able to get inside, but his curiosity drove him to jump and grip the adjacent door. He pulled himself up and examined the turned over pilot quarters. He frowned when he noticed the limp body laying in the pilot seat, and he panicked when he noticed the blinking lights. Blinking lights are never a good sign.
Due to the distance between the man and the lights, he couldn't read the words on the panel.
"Activate Zoom feature on suit visor." The man whispered.
His vision was suddenly limited to a narrow rectangle, but the panel looked like it was right in front of him. He read the panel aloud.
"Critical engine failure, leaking fuel lines, fire detected on board, self-destruct imminent." The man read aloud.
It took a second for him to process this, when he finally did, he yelled a curse and let go of the door. The man turned and jumped over the rubble on the floor, he grunted when he slammed into the ground, but ignored it overall. He scrambled back onto his feet and jumped from the opened bay door. He landed on the hill where the ship happens to crash, the man lost his footing and rolled down.
He finally stopped at the base of the hill, where he slowly, but stubbornly, got back onto his two feet. The man hissed in pain and grabbed his left shoulder, if it wasn't broken before, it was now. He looked back up at the ship, a fire blazed on top of the vessel, he stared few a mere second, mainly because the ship erupted into a fiery explosion that sent shrapnel flying everywhere.
The man went prone and covered his head, he heard something swish by his head. He turned and went wide eyed at the large piece of shrapnel that landed a mere foot from his head. He looked back up at the ship and frowned at the sight of the burning ship.
He'll never know if the pilot was alive or dead, that was something he'd have to live with.
The man sighed and flipped over, after all the adrenaline wore off, he noticed the large crack that wasn't in his HUD display before. The man pulled his helmet off and examined the glass, as he expected, a large crack ran across the glass. The man wondered why he never noticed it before, seeing as it was so obvious.
When the man heard the shrilly voice of another being, he quickly clipped the helmet back on and activated his suits cloaking. His person flickered than disappeared, you could still see him, but only if you looked hard enough. A person with good eyesight would notice the distortion effect his cloaking caused.
He pulled his handgun out and pulled the slide back, he propped himself against the hill.
(He is currently resting between the two slopes of two different hills)
He held the gun to his chest and waited for the voice to come closer, he didn't have a plan, if this creature was evil? Kill it. But If it's friendly? Hope to god it'll give him directions to the nearest doctor.
He held his breath and listened.
"Hey jake! Waddaya think that thing is?" Asked Voice 1.
"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's not in its best condition." Replied Voice 2.
"Think it has any good treasure aboard?!" Asked Voice 1 again.
The injured man thought to himself, "This person is obviously worried more about a easy buck than whoever's aboard that ship." He gripped his handgun tighter.
"Don't you think we should check to make sure nothing living was on that thing?" Asked Voice 2.
"Well, yeah I guess. Not too sure why'd anyone would one to be on this thing, but we'll check anyway." Replied Voice 1.
The injured man nodded is acceptance. The voice's where much closer now, it sounded like they were about to walk over the hill he's resting on.
And speak of the devil, a person dressed in dark blue shorts and a light blue shirt stepped over the hill. He turned and waved for someone behind him, must've been the 'Jake' guy. The person in blue jumped down the hill, giving the injured man a much better look at him.
His first description was partially right, Dark blue shorts, Light blue shirt, and a white hat with what seemed to be bunny ears. He had a small blob of blonde hair hanging out the hat, he also had a green backpack. He was rough 5 feet and 3 inches, maybe 2 inches, this meant he was young, or that he had some kind of growth problem.
Suddenly, a furry paw appeared from nowhere, the injured man thought, "Must be the kid's dog."
Than he realized the paw had a attached leg that seemed to stretch beyond what it should be physically able to. He almost yelled from fright when he saw the rest of the dog appear from above, the paw and leg reverted to normal-ish size. The boy acted like its normal for dogs to be elastic.
But the also dog walked on two feet . . Dogs don't walk on two feet. The injured man's mouth lay open, he licked his drying lips and stayed quiet, the two hasn't noticed him yet. The man opted for watching the blue one talk to his dog..
"I don't know Jake, doesn't look like anything was on there." Spoke the blue guy.
Then, the most mind-blowing thing to ever happen in the man's life happened, the dog talked.
THE DOG FUCKING TALKED.
"You didn't even look Finn!" Exclaimed the dog, apparently named 'Jake.'
"Hehe." Laughed 'Finn', "I know Jake, come on let's go look." The boy started climbing the hill.
The injured man felt the Morphine start to wear off, and the roll down the hill didn't help him in anyway. He dropped all the drugs during his escape, so he drew a deep breath and whistled.
The boy and dog turned and looked around.
"You hear that Jake?" Asked Finn.
"Must've been a bug." Replied Jake.
The injured man sighed and said, "Hey! You two! I could really use some help!"
"I don't think that was a bug." Announced Finn.
"Sounded like someone calling for help." Replied Jake.
The man groaned and said, "That's because I am!"
The boy pulled a odd white device out, "Show yourself!" A blade suddenly appeared from the device, it was a sword.
The man realized his cloaking was still on, he deactivated his cloak, revealing himself to the boy and his dog. The dog didn't like the looks of him or something, it grew twice its size and began to growl at the man.
Finn yelled, "Friend or Foe! And don't lie!"
The man raised his gun-hand and said, "Friendly! I'm a survivor of the crash you see on that hill! My left arm is hurt badly and I need medical attention."
"Don't worry guy! We'll get you to Bubblegum! Come on Jake! We gotta move!" The boy announced.
Jake the dog stretch into a gigantic version of himself, he picked Finn up and then the injured man. He molded a hole capable of keeping the man from falling off. Finn looked back and said, "Hold on! We'll get you there!" Than he turned and pointed off into the distance.
The man tried to process everything, he considered the idea of him being in a coma, and everything happening was a bad dream. But the pain was too real, plus the man wasn't creative enough to create the world around him.
He closed his eyes and tried to rest, he managed to fall asleep.
TIME SKIP
The man awoke with a gasp of breath, Finn was standing above him, his hand was stretched out. He froze and nervously laughed, "Sorry, I was just about to wake you up, you woke your self though."
"Appreciate the thought, we near the doc yet?" The man sat up.
"Yeah." Replied Finn. "We're just outside the gates, Bubblegum doesn't like Jake to run through town when he super sized."
"Why?" The man asked.
"We . .uh. . Kinda, maybe. . Kicked a walking person." Finn scratched the back of his head.
"Hmm, alright, I can walk from here myself, just point me in the right direction." The man stood up and jumped off the dog. He landed with a grunt.
"You sure? Your armor speaks more than you do." Asked Jake. (He's referring to the fact that the man's armor is badly scratched/dented up.)
"Yeah, I'm just gonna take my helmet off and walk, it's hard to breath, my air regulator is all messed up." The man replied, while removing his helmet.
He ran a hand through his hair and looked back Finn and Jake, both had their mouths hanging open.
"What?" Asked the man.
"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You're human!" Yelled Finn.
The man recoiled in surprise, "Uh, yeah I am. Always have been, always will be."
The man turned and walked towards the giant gates, there were two giant banana's with spears guarding the doors. The man stopped and rubbed his eyes, he looked again, still giant bananas. He sighed and shrugged off.
As he walked closer, Finn reappeared at his side, "You sure you don't want anyone to walk you?! Cause I'll totally walk you!"
"Kid, are you gay or something?" The man stopped and looked at Finn.
This caught Finn off guard, "What! No! It's just. . . You're one of few humans that exist!"
Thai caught the man's attention, "Please, last I checked, we humans are 18 billion strong."
(The man comes from a different timeline, one where humans have explored space and any habitable distant planet. He's super soldier that fought for humanity freedom, he's basically a Spartan, though he isn't called a Spartan.)
Finn's eye widened, "Really!?"
"Yeah, I'm one of many, though I haven't a single clue as to where I am."
"You're in the land of Ooo." Replied Finn.
"Ooo? Hmm, you know far more than me, so . . How about you guide me to this doctor while we exchange stories?"
Finn shook his head in excitement and approached the gates, he waved the two guards off and gained access inside. The man, Finn, and Jake, walked into the city. The man was surprised to see that most of the residents where giant pieces of candy.
Finn and Jake willingly explained some things, while the man exchanged information on where he's from. When asked about his name, he froze and answered with, "I don't know."
Finn had every interest in helping the man get better, while Jake wanted to eat a donut, this was proven true since he'd exclaim his interest in getting a donut every time Finn and the man talked to each other.
Eventually they found themselves at the gates of a castle. Finn gained access and quickly rushed the man inside, he guided the man through the corridors where they reached a room that was a laboratory.
There was a all pink woman dressed in a lab coat.
"Pb! Pb! Look at this!" Finn rushed to her side and pointed at the man.
The woman sighed and said, "Finn you're interrupting me during a important time! This better be importna . . " The woman's mouth fell open as she looked at the injured man.
"You the doctor?" Asked the man.
