Nova stared at the medal in his hand. It was once again a complete beetle medal.
Nova: It's done...IT'S DONE!
With that, he took off into the sky, doing barrel rolls, and loops, while yelling "WHOO HOO" at the top of his...er...speakers.
When he finaly came to a landing on one of the nearby buildings, he knew excatly where to go.
Home.
Meanwhile, in the Colorado mountains, the Select Corp, is working on thier newest experiment. The medaforce cube.
Techs ran around the cube, fiddiling with this, or attaching that. One ran up to the current commander.
Tech: Sir. We are finishing the final checks. we should be ready to test in a few hours.
Commander: Tell me something... Why a cube? Why not any of the other shapes?
Tech: Probably because of the first generator sir.
Commander: I see... Continue.
The old man, sat at his home. With grey hairs, a slim waist, and clear glasses, he sat in his chair loungeing. He enjoyed collecting items of living, or once living, legends.
Why this home itself, once belonged to a great inventor. True it had been restored, but one thing hadn't needed it.
The two statues on his back lawn. Two statues, of great hero's. One had reports of being sighted. But, he put those sightings, right along with Elvis, or aliens.
Then, the sound of a jet engine disturbed his thoughts. Startled he stood up. His home wasn't on the route, of any airlines. He took a look, into his backyard, to see a medabot landing, with his jetpack, coughing out a little bit of dust. The old man decided to test out another of his "Hero Antiques".
OldMan: M.B.
Medawatch: I told you not to call me that. The name's...
OldMan: Quiet. We have an intruder in our back yard.
MedaWatch: Alright. I'll take care of him...
Nova walked around behind the two statues. One, was a complete duplicate of himself. The other, was a duplicate, of you know who.
He started pulling the ring off his finger, when he heard a sound...
Voice: LASER CANON!
Nova: It's done...IT'S DONE!
With that, he took off into the sky, doing barrel rolls, and loops, while yelling "WHOO HOO" at the top of his...er...speakers.
When he finaly came to a landing on one of the nearby buildings, he knew excatly where to go.
Home.
Meanwhile, in the Colorado mountains, the Select Corp, is working on thier newest experiment. The medaforce cube.
Techs ran around the cube, fiddiling with this, or attaching that. One ran up to the current commander.
Tech: Sir. We are finishing the final checks. we should be ready to test in a few hours.
Commander: Tell me something... Why a cube? Why not any of the other shapes?
Tech: Probably because of the first generator sir.
Commander: I see... Continue.
The old man, sat at his home. With grey hairs, a slim waist, and clear glasses, he sat in his chair loungeing. He enjoyed collecting items of living, or once living, legends.
Why this home itself, once belonged to a great inventor. True it had been restored, but one thing hadn't needed it.
The two statues on his back lawn. Two statues, of great hero's. One had reports of being sighted. But, he put those sightings, right along with Elvis, or aliens.
Then, the sound of a jet engine disturbed his thoughts. Startled he stood up. His home wasn't on the route, of any airlines. He took a look, into his backyard, to see a medabot landing, with his jetpack, coughing out a little bit of dust. The old man decided to test out another of his "Hero Antiques".
OldMan: M.B.
Medawatch: I told you not to call me that. The name's...
OldMan: Quiet. We have an intruder in our back yard.
MedaWatch: Alright. I'll take care of him...
Nova walked around behind the two statues. One, was a complete duplicate of himself. The other, was a duplicate, of you know who.
He started pulling the ring off his finger, when he heard a sound...
Voice: LASER CANON!