CHAPTER 6
The Legacy of Aven and Ultra
By Solar II
On Pioneer 2...
"Like I said, this creature must have been sent from another planet. If it was here before, these hostile natives would have all been already been transformed and mutated by now. It obviously just arrived a few years ago at most," said the young Jean Claude Montague. "But," an official government officer spoke, "It could just be that the reason it's acting up is because we've disturbed it--" "I've already considered that, general," the bio-mechanic genius snapped back with a smirk, "But I really doubt that this animal could have been disturbed by Pioneer 1 when it was barely in orbit! If I'm correct, you said that Pioneer 1 was shot from that far away, right?" All the men in uniforms nodded to each other from across the black round table. Montague continued, "And, if my recollection is correct, we send a government vessel to orbit around this planet for 6 days about 16 years ago to take data! Now, if it was here before, then it would have most certainly shot down that ship to, right?" They nodded again. "Of course! So, logically, this thing must have been sent, or brought here within that time period." He paused to take a breath, and then the youngster smiled childishly and laughed, "It's just a hypothesis, though." The head of the government organization, a green-haired HUmar named Katashi, stood and clapped his hands. "Very good, Mr. Montague. This seems very plausible to me..." "But that isn't all you want me for, is it?" The evil man smiled, "Ha ha. You're very smart, boy, to figure that out." Jean stood as well and spat out his angry words, "You don't have to be a bio-engineer to figure out the dirty tricks of morons. I merely thought why you would kidnap a bio-mechanic like me to tell you my theories on nature." "Well, you are a...'genius'," The hunter squinted menacingly at Montague, and then turned to leave the room. "If you ever want to see you're precious Eleanor and Ult again, you will follow my orders. I will see you tomorrow to discuss what we want you to do. Now get some rest, boy."
Aven lay silent on a plush leather couch. He glanced around lazily at his surroundings; he was in a small room, with stains in the carpet and posters of women on the walls. Random furniture was spread about. A couple different chairs, a coffee table, and the couch were all that there was to sit on. Suddenly, a tall man entered. He had a large grey beard, and thick spectacles. The thing unusual about him though, was that he was wearing some weird black and red amour, even though he wasn't fighting, and probably never had. He sat down in a large wooden chair adjacent to Phoenix, and whipped out a small note-pad and pen. "So, mister Phoenix, what has been bothering you?" "First of all," The force started with a frown, "It's the fact that that beard and pair of glasses are fake." Ultra very slowly removed his accessories with shifty eyes. "Second, it's the fact that the shrink diploma on your wall is illegally and very poorly copied and made," The blond added. Ultra slowly reached up and removed his fake diploma with shifty eyes. "And third, is the fact that you're not trustworthy enough for the information you want me to revel in this, so called, 'session'." Ultra slowly got up and started walking to the door. "Hey!" Aven jumped up and stopped him, "I thought you said we had an important mission to do!" "Oh, right..." The purple haired ranger rubbed the back of his head and laughed softly. "Well, the principal told us to get down to the Mines on Ragol A.S.A.P., but I thought it could wait." "WHAT!? Ultra, you dunce! A.S.A.P. stands for 'as soon as possible'!" Alex scratched his chin, "Really? I thought it meant 'as stupid as Pigmies'!" The force waked his forehead, "Good Lord..."
The mines were old. Old and rusty and stinky and dark and... "... small and dirty and cold and damp and..." "Ultra?" "Yes, buddy?" "SHUT THE #*$% UP!!!!!!" Alex Ulysses and his partner roamed freely around the old mines underneath the central dome. It was a horrible place, Aven agreed, but the force still didn't want to hear it all about it from his friend... if you could call him that. Aven was aware of his surroundings as well as anyone could be, but he still felt as if he would be sneak attacked from behind, or jumped from the side out of a dark corner that his sweeping vision had missed. This whole quest spooked Phoenix out, and he was not really up to going much further underground... The original assignment had come as an e-mail from the principal, who apparently didn't want to meet personally because of the heat coming from the press and public. The e-mail went like this:
To Alex "Ultra" Ulysses, This is the Principal, Eugene Tyrell. Despite the recent trouble concerning your outrageous revealing of the government's plot, I have reinsured my superiors that it was for the best, and we have decided that, instead of punishing you, we'll just force you to work for us without pay. Sound good? Well, if it doesn't, too bad because I don't care and you still have to do what I say. Your first mission will be to go down to the mines beneath the central dome. These mines were quickly produced by our people down in the central Dome, before they got killed by that Dragon. You must go down there and find out what has damaged and infected our computer systems. Apparently, there is a malfunctioning digital AI system down there, and we need your to shut it down. Normally I would send one of my research and excavation teams down to the wreckage, but I have sources that say there may be some dangerous Drones and possibly some more of those monsters down there, so I'll assign this one to you and your partner, Aven Phoenix. Good luck... you'll need it. Yours truly, Principal Eugene Tyrell, PtM
It sounded extremely fishy to Aven. He didn't think this was the real reason that they were sent to this dank place... maybe it was to get rid of them, or maybe it was because they wanted the two hunters to find something else for them. Something more dangerous than a little computer virus. "Hey, Phoenix! Get your ass over here!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HELP ME, DARN IT!!!" Ultra's loud voice suddenly de-railed Aven's train of thought and sent it flying into a barn house, causing a huge and horrible explosion in his mind. He glanced around, and ran back a couple steps to look in a door way. Surely enough, Ultra was blasting the f*$% out of a group of robot working drones, that apparently had the notion that they had to 'work' on Ultra's face. They grabbed at the ranger from left and right, but Alex's quick reflexes and sharp skill planted bullet after bullet into their chests before the drones could even touch him. "At least he's good for something," The force muttered as he took out his staff to aid his friend in combat.
On Pioneer 2...
"Like I said, this creature must have been sent from another planet. If it was here before, these hostile natives would have all been already been transformed and mutated by now. It obviously just arrived a few years ago at most," said the young Jean Claude Montague. "But," an official government officer spoke, "It could just be that the reason it's acting up is because we've disturbed it--" "I've already considered that, general," the bio-mechanic genius snapped back with a smirk, "But I really doubt that this animal could have been disturbed by Pioneer 1 when it was barely in orbit! If I'm correct, you said that Pioneer 1 was shot from that far away, right?" All the men in uniforms nodded to each other from across the black round table. Montague continued, "And, if my recollection is correct, we send a government vessel to orbit around this planet for 6 days about 16 years ago to take data! Now, if it was here before, then it would have most certainly shot down that ship to, right?" They nodded again. "Of course! So, logically, this thing must have been sent, or brought here within that time period." He paused to take a breath, and then the youngster smiled childishly and laughed, "It's just a hypothesis, though." The head of the government organization, a green-haired HUmar named Katashi, stood and clapped his hands. "Very good, Mr. Montague. This seems very plausible to me..." "But that isn't all you want me for, is it?" The evil man smiled, "Ha ha. You're very smart, boy, to figure that out." Jean stood as well and spat out his angry words, "You don't have to be a bio-engineer to figure out the dirty tricks of morons. I merely thought why you would kidnap a bio-mechanic like me to tell you my theories on nature." "Well, you are a...'genius'," The hunter squinted menacingly at Montague, and then turned to leave the room. "If you ever want to see you're precious Eleanor and Ult again, you will follow my orders. I will see you tomorrow to discuss what we want you to do. Now get some rest, boy."
Aven lay silent on a plush leather couch. He glanced around lazily at his surroundings; he was in a small room, with stains in the carpet and posters of women on the walls. Random furniture was spread about. A couple different chairs, a coffee table, and the couch were all that there was to sit on. Suddenly, a tall man entered. He had a large grey beard, and thick spectacles. The thing unusual about him though, was that he was wearing some weird black and red amour, even though he wasn't fighting, and probably never had. He sat down in a large wooden chair adjacent to Phoenix, and whipped out a small note-pad and pen. "So, mister Phoenix, what has been bothering you?" "First of all," The force started with a frown, "It's the fact that that beard and pair of glasses are fake." Ultra very slowly removed his accessories with shifty eyes. "Second, it's the fact that the shrink diploma on your wall is illegally and very poorly copied and made," The blond added. Ultra slowly reached up and removed his fake diploma with shifty eyes. "And third, is the fact that you're not trustworthy enough for the information you want me to revel in this, so called, 'session'." Ultra slowly got up and started walking to the door. "Hey!" Aven jumped up and stopped him, "I thought you said we had an important mission to do!" "Oh, right..." The purple haired ranger rubbed the back of his head and laughed softly. "Well, the principal told us to get down to the Mines on Ragol A.S.A.P., but I thought it could wait." "WHAT!? Ultra, you dunce! A.S.A.P. stands for 'as soon as possible'!" Alex scratched his chin, "Really? I thought it meant 'as stupid as Pigmies'!" The force waked his forehead, "Good Lord..."
The mines were old. Old and rusty and stinky and dark and... "... small and dirty and cold and damp and..." "Ultra?" "Yes, buddy?" "SHUT THE #*$% UP!!!!!!" Alex Ulysses and his partner roamed freely around the old mines underneath the central dome. It was a horrible place, Aven agreed, but the force still didn't want to hear it all about it from his friend... if you could call him that. Aven was aware of his surroundings as well as anyone could be, but he still felt as if he would be sneak attacked from behind, or jumped from the side out of a dark corner that his sweeping vision had missed. This whole quest spooked Phoenix out, and he was not really up to going much further underground... The original assignment had come as an e-mail from the principal, who apparently didn't want to meet personally because of the heat coming from the press and public. The e-mail went like this:
To Alex "Ultra" Ulysses, This is the Principal, Eugene Tyrell. Despite the recent trouble concerning your outrageous revealing of the government's plot, I have reinsured my superiors that it was for the best, and we have decided that, instead of punishing you, we'll just force you to work for us without pay. Sound good? Well, if it doesn't, too bad because I don't care and you still have to do what I say. Your first mission will be to go down to the mines beneath the central dome. These mines were quickly produced by our people down in the central Dome, before they got killed by that Dragon. You must go down there and find out what has damaged and infected our computer systems. Apparently, there is a malfunctioning digital AI system down there, and we need your to shut it down. Normally I would send one of my research and excavation teams down to the wreckage, but I have sources that say there may be some dangerous Drones and possibly some more of those monsters down there, so I'll assign this one to you and your partner, Aven Phoenix. Good luck... you'll need it. Yours truly, Principal Eugene Tyrell, PtM
It sounded extremely fishy to Aven. He didn't think this was the real reason that they were sent to this dank place... maybe it was to get rid of them, or maybe it was because they wanted the two hunters to find something else for them. Something more dangerous than a little computer virus. "Hey, Phoenix! Get your ass over here!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HELP ME, DARN IT!!!" Ultra's loud voice suddenly de-railed Aven's train of thought and sent it flying into a barn house, causing a huge and horrible explosion in his mind. He glanced around, and ran back a couple steps to look in a door way. Surely enough, Ultra was blasting the f*$% out of a group of robot working drones, that apparently had the notion that they had to 'work' on Ultra's face. They grabbed at the ranger from left and right, but Alex's quick reflexes and sharp skill planted bullet after bullet into their chests before the drones could even touch him. "At least he's good for something," The force muttered as he took out his staff to aid his friend in combat.
