A/N: By now, the Extremo Luchadore is aware that this has been a huge buildup so far, and I must warn you that the buildup's only getting bigger. I hope this series will encompass a wide cast of characters, so if action is your game, beware. The game has yet to begin...
Jackie Chan Adventures comes live at the Toonami Dome thanks to Sony and Kids WB, but for now, they have been featured in this fanfic.
Chapter III: Convergence B
Jackie ran into the phone booth leading to Section 13. Activating the secret number, Jackie zoomed down to Captain Black's elite base of operations. No sooner than he had entered the phone booth when the elevator speeded breaking any previous records of its kind. Jackie screamed until his head banged onto the ceiling. When the elevator finally came to a slow, the Chan Man's semi-conscious body fell out of the elevator into Section 13.
Jackie was awaken by a voice. "Looks like you've experienced our emergency phase of the covert elevator."
Jackie turned to see Captain Black, who looked at him with his usual deadpan face.
"However," added Black, "I should have advised you about the safety belts. How's your friend Tohru going?"
Jackie flipped his legs so he stood straight up in front of the captain.
"He's going nowhere, but he'll be fine. Let's get down to business, Black. What can you tell me about the Horse Talisman?"
"It's good to have you around, Chan, because this case may be up your alley. Follow me. But first, wear these." Black handed to Chan spiked boots. The archaeologist narrowed an eyebrow in stupefaction, but agreed, carrying his regular shoes along with him.
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Jackie and Black proceeded to the Talismans Vault, where all of the talismans had been safeguarded behind massive steel doors, invisible trip lasers, and touch-sensitive defense mechanisms. The vault hardly looked indestructible anymore. It had become a gnarled twisted corridor showered with crystalline rocks. Everywhere Jackie passed, the walls seemed to reveal sculptures of unspeakable shapes, shapes that were sharp to the edge and cold to the touch. If hell ever froze over, this was it.
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"Someone had put the vault into cold storage", began Captain Black, as the spikes in his boots stabbed through the frigid layer on the floor. "At first, we thought it was a Dark Hand member, probably in the possession of a reverse-atomic implement, a freeze gun, if you will. But one of the onlookers locked in combat with the culprit, and that's when we knew we were dealing with an otherworldly monster."
Jackie slightly wrapped his own arms around himself. Even as a martial arts expert, he couldn't handle sub-zero temperatures. "W-W-What did it look like? A bat? A dragon? Did it wear armor?"
"Only the bold onlooker knows for sure. The creature moved far too quick for the rest of us to get a clear look. It also froze wires to our security, meaning we're off surveillance for weeks. But once it left the building, the Horse Talisman vanished. We must now assume that the creature has it."
"This onlooker. Can I meet him?" asked Jackie.
"The creature froze part of his face and an arm, but by now, he's recovering. Matter of fact, he wants to talk to you."
"Me? Now?"
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Jackie Chan entered the Section 13 medic room. The bold onlooker's face could not be seen, for he had kept a dry towel wrapped around him while being seated on an adjustable chair. The onlooker was huge, probably 400 pounds, at least. He had rippling muscles diffused across his chest, his arms, and his legs. The onlooker (and Jackie) remained quiet as doctors administered a red lazer beam that outlined his right arm, the only area still frozen. Once the outline was complete, the ice surrounding the arm shattered into pieces across the chalk-white floor. The onlooker attempted to motion all of his fingers.
"Careful," advised Dr. Kepler as he removed his goggles. "Your forelimb may have been spared, but it will require a few hours to fully operate in its normal function." Kepler put a small tub of warm water on the arm rest, and put the onlooker's right arm on it.
"Muchos gracias, Kepler," replied the relieved onlooker.
"El Toro Fuerte?" exclaimed Jackie.
"Senor Jackie, you are here," the wrestler spoke in delight as he turned his face towards the sound of Chan's voice, the towel still on his head.
"Um, why do you keep that towel on your head?"
"Because while that gringo was grappling upon me, he dare froze El Toro Fuerte's mask!" The wrestler clenched a fist on his left arm. "Until the mask is recovered in the Section 13 laundry, El Toro Fuerte dons this towel, for no luchadore must ever unveil his face."
"I would like to ask you why you are in Section 13, but priorities first. What did the attacker look like?"
"The gringo? He was not as large as I am, but he had the strength of two or three men. He had fur as white as the most precious goats in Mexico. His hands were of thin, bony fingers, yet they threw me farther than any luchadore had in my lifetime. He even glared at me with eyes darker than blood. I must admit; he was wise to strike my arm, for he knew those are half of El Toro Fuerte's defense."
"Hmm...Is that all you could remember?" inquired Jackie, his thumb and index finger supporting his chin.
"I am only a hombre."
"Sometimes I forget."
El Toro chuckled, before straightening his throat. "However, I believe the gringo did have help. Before I came to Section 13, I thought I saw one of the Dark Hand's minions driving near the area. The one called Finn. He drove away from sight, but I doubt he could ever find Section 13. Sorry if I was wrong."
"It's alright, El Toro. It is strange that the Dark Hand would go through all that trouble just to steal one talisman, but it's a start. And Valmont may still be located near his less-than-authentic hideout.
"Captain Black," spoke Jackie, "I'll need your assistance to the Helms Fish Cannery. I believe the Dark Hand may have a connection with the culprit, even if Valmont's no longer possessed by Shendu."
"You got it, Jackie," Black replied. "Men, let's move!"
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Jackie, Black and several Section 13 officers made their way through the purported hideout of Valmont. Hopefully, Valmont hadn't the time to flee the cannery and select a better, farther dominion. As quick as a flash, the Helms Fish Cannery was completely surrounded.
Black loaded a pistol, and handed a communicator, which could plug onto Jackie's ear. "Alright, Jackie, you better move in first, since you've handled Valmont better than any of us. If he sicks in his demon freezer, remember that we'll be packing the heat."
Jackie nodded, and looked up at the cannery. Bouncing his feet off a chimney and a utilites pole, he effortlessly made his way to the flat roof. Just as he hoped, there were foldable windows at the top.
Staring through the windows, Jackie noticed there were lights inside. Someone was there. At once, Jackie made out the shapes of several prone bodies on the floor. He was astonished. It was Valmont and his Enforcers. "Black", he called out. "The Dark Hand. They're-"
Suddenly, two strong legs pushed Jackie's back, sending him crashing right through the window. Slivers of glass flew and cut into his face, but painful as they were, Jackie had little time. He managed to see a rope suspended onto a pulley. As he fell, he gripped onto the pulley before facing certain doom on the floor. He suddenly saw the monstrous creature El Toro Fuerte had confronted, rushing toward him in a hasty pace. Quickly, Jackie jumped off the pulley, and then threw the 10-pound hook straight towards the creature. The hook struck the monster in its belly, and sent it flying to the wall opposite where Jackie stood next to.
Upon Jackie's abrupt failure to communicate, Black yelled out to the officers. "Storm in!"
"Yes, we will," spoke a grim voice, followed by the unmistakable "chik-chak" of a weapon. Black and the rest could do little, especially when someone had them behind by gunpoint, or worse.
"Killer Bee Rockets," continued the voice. "The name stinks, the blast stings. Put down your arms, all of you."
One of the officers dropped his revolver onto the floor to whip out another gun from his pocket, only to have that gun disappear in a burning flash.
"Better not", warned the armed man. Wisps of smoke clearly arose out of a miniature weapon, which was strapped around the same hand carrying the rocket launcher. "I've heard of people carrying two arms on both hands. That's why I keep two on one."
Black gritted his teeth, and cursed inside himself. Things were going rockbottom.
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Like a cruise missile, Jackie flew onto a pile of crates, which exploded into innumerable splinters upon his impact. As the archaeologist groaned and rubbed his head, the monster spewed a beam of ice, and Jackie immediately leapt out of the way. He had known what this bestial force was; it was a wendigo, a legendary Asian primate with a frigid breath. What could it want from the Horse Talisman?
No sooner did Jackie avoid his fate as an ice sculpture when his right foot landed on a rectangular waste-basket. Jackie groaned and shook his foot furiously to remove it, but his eyes suddenly caught the wendigo charging after him for a mortal blow. He turned to face the creature and thrust his foot forward, sending the wastebasket towards the wendigo's face. The wendigo swiftly latched its bony hands onto the metallic object, only to taste its steel presence as Jackie spun another kick through the wastebasket, denting it beyond recognition. The creature bellowed in pain and held up its face.
"Black, I could use some of that heat about now!" yelled Jackie on the communicator, which he quickly noticed was slightly torn from the shards of window glass he fell through. Throwing away the device, he turned his attention to the bodies of the Dark Hand members. He checked the pulses; they were only unconscious.
Valmont's eyes slowly opened, but when he saw Jackie standing next to him, he yelled "Chan!"
Assuming Valmont gave a warning, Chan looked behind and saw the wendigo diving straight at him with a fist. In panic, he hastily grabbed Valmont's body as a shield as Valmont felt a collision pound his chest.
"OOOOOoooooohhhhh! Ohh..." Valmont bemoaned as he fell unconscious again.
"Ah!" Jackie exclaimed as he dropped Valmont to the floor. "Um...Sorry? BWAH!"
The wendigo inhaled a deep breath, and exhaled a shower of ice across half the building. Chan's fists bounced up and down, and his feet raged across the floor, and then hopped from one crate to another, as a chilly environment slowly encircled him.
Outside, Black's momentary captor was growling in impatience. He spoke toward the strapped gun on his hand. "No time! Nothing's to be gained here, not anymore!"
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The wendigo suddenly stopped in its tracks and reverted back to the roof. Jackie questioned the change in movement, but instinctively ran toward the roof. Before he was able to give chase to the monster, a vast gleam of white light apparently surrounded the Helms Fish Cannery. Jackie was quick to shut his eyes, and after the bizarre moment had come to pass, he leapt over the roof, and saw the Section 13 officers, and Angus Black, lying down, having fallen to a potent, but not deadly, flash contraption.
Jackie let out a heavy sigh of disappointment. The worst may not yet have arrived.
To be continued...
Jackie Chan Adventures comes live at the Toonami Dome thanks to Sony and Kids WB, but for now, they have been featured in this fanfic.
Chapter III: Convergence B
Jackie ran into the phone booth leading to Section 13. Activating the secret number, Jackie zoomed down to Captain Black's elite base of operations. No sooner than he had entered the phone booth when the elevator speeded breaking any previous records of its kind. Jackie screamed until his head banged onto the ceiling. When the elevator finally came to a slow, the Chan Man's semi-conscious body fell out of the elevator into Section 13.
Jackie was awaken by a voice. "Looks like you've experienced our emergency phase of the covert elevator."
Jackie turned to see Captain Black, who looked at him with his usual deadpan face.
"However," added Black, "I should have advised you about the safety belts. How's your friend Tohru going?"
Jackie flipped his legs so he stood straight up in front of the captain.
"He's going nowhere, but he'll be fine. Let's get down to business, Black. What can you tell me about the Horse Talisman?"
"It's good to have you around, Chan, because this case may be up your alley. Follow me. But first, wear these." Black handed to Chan spiked boots. The archaeologist narrowed an eyebrow in stupefaction, but agreed, carrying his regular shoes along with him.
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Jackie and Black proceeded to the Talismans Vault, where all of the talismans had been safeguarded behind massive steel doors, invisible trip lasers, and touch-sensitive defense mechanisms. The vault hardly looked indestructible anymore. It had become a gnarled twisted corridor showered with crystalline rocks. Everywhere Jackie passed, the walls seemed to reveal sculptures of unspeakable shapes, shapes that were sharp to the edge and cold to the touch. If hell ever froze over, this was it.
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"Someone had put the vault into cold storage", began Captain Black, as the spikes in his boots stabbed through the frigid layer on the floor. "At first, we thought it was a Dark Hand member, probably in the possession of a reverse-atomic implement, a freeze gun, if you will. But one of the onlookers locked in combat with the culprit, and that's when we knew we were dealing with an otherworldly monster."
Jackie slightly wrapped his own arms around himself. Even as a martial arts expert, he couldn't handle sub-zero temperatures. "W-W-What did it look like? A bat? A dragon? Did it wear armor?"
"Only the bold onlooker knows for sure. The creature moved far too quick for the rest of us to get a clear look. It also froze wires to our security, meaning we're off surveillance for weeks. But once it left the building, the Horse Talisman vanished. We must now assume that the creature has it."
"This onlooker. Can I meet him?" asked Jackie.
"The creature froze part of his face and an arm, but by now, he's recovering. Matter of fact, he wants to talk to you."
"Me? Now?"
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Jackie Chan entered the Section 13 medic room. The bold onlooker's face could not be seen, for he had kept a dry towel wrapped around him while being seated on an adjustable chair. The onlooker was huge, probably 400 pounds, at least. He had rippling muscles diffused across his chest, his arms, and his legs. The onlooker (and Jackie) remained quiet as doctors administered a red lazer beam that outlined his right arm, the only area still frozen. Once the outline was complete, the ice surrounding the arm shattered into pieces across the chalk-white floor. The onlooker attempted to motion all of his fingers.
"Careful," advised Dr. Kepler as he removed his goggles. "Your forelimb may have been spared, but it will require a few hours to fully operate in its normal function." Kepler put a small tub of warm water on the arm rest, and put the onlooker's right arm on it.
"Muchos gracias, Kepler," replied the relieved onlooker.
"El Toro Fuerte?" exclaimed Jackie.
"Senor Jackie, you are here," the wrestler spoke in delight as he turned his face towards the sound of Chan's voice, the towel still on his head.
"Um, why do you keep that towel on your head?"
"Because while that gringo was grappling upon me, he dare froze El Toro Fuerte's mask!" The wrestler clenched a fist on his left arm. "Until the mask is recovered in the Section 13 laundry, El Toro Fuerte dons this towel, for no luchadore must ever unveil his face."
"I would like to ask you why you are in Section 13, but priorities first. What did the attacker look like?"
"The gringo? He was not as large as I am, but he had the strength of two or three men. He had fur as white as the most precious goats in Mexico. His hands were of thin, bony fingers, yet they threw me farther than any luchadore had in my lifetime. He even glared at me with eyes darker than blood. I must admit; he was wise to strike my arm, for he knew those are half of El Toro Fuerte's defense."
"Hmm...Is that all you could remember?" inquired Jackie, his thumb and index finger supporting his chin.
"I am only a hombre."
"Sometimes I forget."
El Toro chuckled, before straightening his throat. "However, I believe the gringo did have help. Before I came to Section 13, I thought I saw one of the Dark Hand's minions driving near the area. The one called Finn. He drove away from sight, but I doubt he could ever find Section 13. Sorry if I was wrong."
"It's alright, El Toro. It is strange that the Dark Hand would go through all that trouble just to steal one talisman, but it's a start. And Valmont may still be located near his less-than-authentic hideout.
"Captain Black," spoke Jackie, "I'll need your assistance to the Helms Fish Cannery. I believe the Dark Hand may have a connection with the culprit, even if Valmont's no longer possessed by Shendu."
"You got it, Jackie," Black replied. "Men, let's move!"
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Jackie, Black and several Section 13 officers made their way through the purported hideout of Valmont. Hopefully, Valmont hadn't the time to flee the cannery and select a better, farther dominion. As quick as a flash, the Helms Fish Cannery was completely surrounded.
Black loaded a pistol, and handed a communicator, which could plug onto Jackie's ear. "Alright, Jackie, you better move in first, since you've handled Valmont better than any of us. If he sicks in his demon freezer, remember that we'll be packing the heat."
Jackie nodded, and looked up at the cannery. Bouncing his feet off a chimney and a utilites pole, he effortlessly made his way to the flat roof. Just as he hoped, there were foldable windows at the top.
Staring through the windows, Jackie noticed there were lights inside. Someone was there. At once, Jackie made out the shapes of several prone bodies on the floor. He was astonished. It was Valmont and his Enforcers. "Black", he called out. "The Dark Hand. They're-"
Suddenly, two strong legs pushed Jackie's back, sending him crashing right through the window. Slivers of glass flew and cut into his face, but painful as they were, Jackie had little time. He managed to see a rope suspended onto a pulley. As he fell, he gripped onto the pulley before facing certain doom on the floor. He suddenly saw the monstrous creature El Toro Fuerte had confronted, rushing toward him in a hasty pace. Quickly, Jackie jumped off the pulley, and then threw the 10-pound hook straight towards the creature. The hook struck the monster in its belly, and sent it flying to the wall opposite where Jackie stood next to.
Upon Jackie's abrupt failure to communicate, Black yelled out to the officers. "Storm in!"
"Yes, we will," spoke a grim voice, followed by the unmistakable "chik-chak" of a weapon. Black and the rest could do little, especially when someone had them behind by gunpoint, or worse.
"Killer Bee Rockets," continued the voice. "The name stinks, the blast stings. Put down your arms, all of you."
One of the officers dropped his revolver onto the floor to whip out another gun from his pocket, only to have that gun disappear in a burning flash.
"Better not", warned the armed man. Wisps of smoke clearly arose out of a miniature weapon, which was strapped around the same hand carrying the rocket launcher. "I've heard of people carrying two arms on both hands. That's why I keep two on one."
Black gritted his teeth, and cursed inside himself. Things were going rockbottom.
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Like a cruise missile, Jackie flew onto a pile of crates, which exploded into innumerable splinters upon his impact. As the archaeologist groaned and rubbed his head, the monster spewed a beam of ice, and Jackie immediately leapt out of the way. He had known what this bestial force was; it was a wendigo, a legendary Asian primate with a frigid breath. What could it want from the Horse Talisman?
No sooner did Jackie avoid his fate as an ice sculpture when his right foot landed on a rectangular waste-basket. Jackie groaned and shook his foot furiously to remove it, but his eyes suddenly caught the wendigo charging after him for a mortal blow. He turned to face the creature and thrust his foot forward, sending the wastebasket towards the wendigo's face. The wendigo swiftly latched its bony hands onto the metallic object, only to taste its steel presence as Jackie spun another kick through the wastebasket, denting it beyond recognition. The creature bellowed in pain and held up its face.
"Black, I could use some of that heat about now!" yelled Jackie on the communicator, which he quickly noticed was slightly torn from the shards of window glass he fell through. Throwing away the device, he turned his attention to the bodies of the Dark Hand members. He checked the pulses; they were only unconscious.
Valmont's eyes slowly opened, but when he saw Jackie standing next to him, he yelled "Chan!"
Assuming Valmont gave a warning, Chan looked behind and saw the wendigo diving straight at him with a fist. In panic, he hastily grabbed Valmont's body as a shield as Valmont felt a collision pound his chest.
"OOOOOoooooohhhhh! Ohh..." Valmont bemoaned as he fell unconscious again.
"Ah!" Jackie exclaimed as he dropped Valmont to the floor. "Um...Sorry? BWAH!"
The wendigo inhaled a deep breath, and exhaled a shower of ice across half the building. Chan's fists bounced up and down, and his feet raged across the floor, and then hopped from one crate to another, as a chilly environment slowly encircled him.
Outside, Black's momentary captor was growling in impatience. He spoke toward the strapped gun on his hand. "No time! Nothing's to be gained here, not anymore!"
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The wendigo suddenly stopped in its tracks and reverted back to the roof. Jackie questioned the change in movement, but instinctively ran toward the roof. Before he was able to give chase to the monster, a vast gleam of white light apparently surrounded the Helms Fish Cannery. Jackie was quick to shut his eyes, and after the bizarre moment had come to pass, he leapt over the roof, and saw the Section 13 officers, and Angus Black, lying down, having fallen to a potent, but not deadly, flash contraption.
Jackie let out a heavy sigh of disappointment. The worst may not yet have arrived.
To be continued...