Issue One, Act One
Day of the Portal
Published by AK Comics and Force Factor Entertainment
Written by James Adams and Windgrail
Cover Art by Windgrail and Cole
Editing by Cole
Scene One
Illusions
And there it was again, the all-too-familiar viewing screen that gazed at Andros' pearl-dark pupil. The screen again replayed the same haunting surveillance data recovered from a Karovian scavenger. Andros had now memorized every second of the footage, yet was cursed to draw himself in a little deeper with each showing. Even with all the grief, and all the regret that came along with it, he was compelled to analyze the ill-fated battle. Grief, he thought, is a crutch I've used long enough. It's demoralized me more than Drake ever could. The dormant passion vengeance Andros now had ignited was not to be ignored any longer.
"Deca," he said, his right fist cupped against his tilted lips as he
remained stationed at the captain's chair of the bridge. "...How
close?"
"ASTRO MEGASHIP MARK II"
The plated sign was mounted in all of the twenty-some rooms of the ten decks of the ship. And above each one was a small protruding black camera with a bright red light consuming the lens. The cameras were mandible via the hardened cord connecting them to the walls. The one on the bridge, to Andros' left, turned to face him and a deep feminine voice echoed with a response.
"Destination in Bandora Galaxy will be acquired in ninety seconds," spoke the monotone voice.
Andros' sole response was a simple nodding, his fist remaining. Again, he started the surveillance CD over.
"Andros," Deca continued with an offensive remark, "the energy readings within this galaxy are too critical. It is suggested that you pull back."
He didn't blink now. Andros watched as the tipped-end of a bladed staff pierced through the sternum of his comrade. And as Andros watched, his eyes stayed fixed on the staff's architectural design, its distinctive curves and thickness, and the blood of his best friend which stained it.
"Show me the cryo-chamber, Deca."
The viewing screen instantly shifted from the Silver Ranger collapsing lifelessly in front of morphed Andros to that which displayed a cryo- genetically frozen body encased within a misty bed.
"Her vitals?" he asked softly, abandoning his authoritative tone.
"Vitals read critical. Life expectancy is still uncertain."
"It's been two years, Deca. How can you still be uncertain?"
Deca's camera extended out over the left doorway, snaking around ten feet and scanning Andros' eyes.
"It is our nature to hold onto illusions."
"What illusion?"
"That you can be everywhere at anytime, doing the impossible whenever possible."
"First of all, stop downloading Dr. Phil. Second, you don't watch massacres without feeling some share of guilt, okay? So whatever philosophical or religious gesture you have, keep it yours. I'm not interested...not anymore."
"Your anger is necessary, but misplaced. It is not like you to be this irrational. Our present location places this ship and Karone at grave risk."
"It was sure as hell rational for Zedd to butcher all those Karovians. And that's why I've got to end him, Deca. He's too good at it. But to get to Zedd, I've got to knock out his master."
Deca noted that the well-being of Karone was not a part of Andros' argument. Karone's frozen body remained on the viewing screen.
"There is no known information on Unagi Garenth."
"And yet, I was still able to find him. The first to find him. Being a Karovian Corp spy helped out more than I ever imagined...how far?"
"Seven seconds."
"Slow the ship to impulse...and then wait for my command. Do you follow?"
"Energy levels are already de-stabilizing throughout the Megaship. Decks seven, six, and one are shutting down. Karone's deck remains unaffected." Andros' eyes, having not acknowledged Karone's existence on the screen for over minute, shifted towards the controls in front of him. His hands were anxious to engage his enemy.
Day of the Portal
Published by AK Comics and Force Factor Entertainment
Written by James Adams and Windgrail
Cover Art by Windgrail and Cole
Editing by Cole
Scene One
Illusions
And there it was again, the all-too-familiar viewing screen that gazed at Andros' pearl-dark pupil. The screen again replayed the same haunting surveillance data recovered from a Karovian scavenger. Andros had now memorized every second of the footage, yet was cursed to draw himself in a little deeper with each showing. Even with all the grief, and all the regret that came along with it, he was compelled to analyze the ill-fated battle. Grief, he thought, is a crutch I've used long enough. It's demoralized me more than Drake ever could. The dormant passion vengeance Andros now had ignited was not to be ignored any longer.
"Deca," he said, his right fist cupped against his tilted lips as he
remained stationed at the captain's chair of the bridge. "...How
close?"
"ASTRO MEGASHIP MARK II"
The plated sign was mounted in all of the twenty-some rooms of the ten decks of the ship. And above each one was a small protruding black camera with a bright red light consuming the lens. The cameras were mandible via the hardened cord connecting them to the walls. The one on the bridge, to Andros' left, turned to face him and a deep feminine voice echoed with a response.
"Destination in Bandora Galaxy will be acquired in ninety seconds," spoke the monotone voice.
Andros' sole response was a simple nodding, his fist remaining. Again, he started the surveillance CD over.
"Andros," Deca continued with an offensive remark, "the energy readings within this galaxy are too critical. It is suggested that you pull back."
He didn't blink now. Andros watched as the tipped-end of a bladed staff pierced through the sternum of his comrade. And as Andros watched, his eyes stayed fixed on the staff's architectural design, its distinctive curves and thickness, and the blood of his best friend which stained it.
"Show me the cryo-chamber, Deca."
The viewing screen instantly shifted from the Silver Ranger collapsing lifelessly in front of morphed Andros to that which displayed a cryo- genetically frozen body encased within a misty bed.
"Her vitals?" he asked softly, abandoning his authoritative tone.
"Vitals read critical. Life expectancy is still uncertain."
"It's been two years, Deca. How can you still be uncertain?"
Deca's camera extended out over the left doorway, snaking around ten feet and scanning Andros' eyes.
"It is our nature to hold onto illusions."
"What illusion?"
"That you can be everywhere at anytime, doing the impossible whenever possible."
"First of all, stop downloading Dr. Phil. Second, you don't watch massacres without feeling some share of guilt, okay? So whatever philosophical or religious gesture you have, keep it yours. I'm not interested...not anymore."
"Your anger is necessary, but misplaced. It is not like you to be this irrational. Our present location places this ship and Karone at grave risk."
"It was sure as hell rational for Zedd to butcher all those Karovians. And that's why I've got to end him, Deca. He's too good at it. But to get to Zedd, I've got to knock out his master."
Deca noted that the well-being of Karone was not a part of Andros' argument. Karone's frozen body remained on the viewing screen.
"There is no known information on Unagi Garenth."
"And yet, I was still able to find him. The first to find him. Being a Karovian Corp spy helped out more than I ever imagined...how far?"
"Seven seconds."
"Slow the ship to impulse...and then wait for my command. Do you follow?"
"Energy levels are already de-stabilizing throughout the Megaship. Decks seven, six, and one are shutting down. Karone's deck remains unaffected." Andros' eyes, having not acknowledged Karone's existence on the screen for over minute, shifted towards the controls in front of him. His hands were anxious to engage his enemy.