Disclaimer:

I don't own Golden Sun so stop pestering me about it.

After finishing Lost Ages and a cousin, who's been bugging me to make a story, based somewhere around a millennium later, I decided to pick up the pen and take another shot at actually completing a story.

Geez… Where does a guy go for inspiration? Great writers, Family Guy, and Simon Cal. Nah, the support of anyone would do just fine, even if it's anonymous.

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Golden Sun: Operation Torch

Chapter 2: The Trip

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Erik Choma's MX-026 tore out of the Vale's underground tunnels and emerged at the western side of the mountains where the road ends in a muddy path near a forest. Since the path was too narrow and muddy, he got off the motorcycle and proceeded on foot. After a hundred yards or so the path ended at a clearing.

A blond haired man in a green military fatigues stood waiting at the center of the clearing, looking bored. "Erik Choma?" he called. "There was something about the guy Choma couldn't put his finger on.

"That's me," Choma said, putting a hand in his pocket while the other hung at his side.

"About time," the man said. "I was about to leave. Please come to the center of the field."

As he approached the center, Choma felt a little uneasy. It felt like someone was watching him. Assuming what to expect he had chosen his usual clothing attire - brown hiking boots, tan jeans, black shirt, and green vest. If anything were to go down he thought of the Desert Eagle hidden behind his green vest.

The man seemed to sense Choma's insecurity. "Don't worry about this place is completely secure."

"I doubt that," Chamo replied. Last time I did something like this I had to fight my way out of an ambush.

When Choma stopped three feet from where the guide was standing the man closed his eyes and meditated. Reveal.

Choma stood stood there as everything except the grassy center turned dark as the grass turned grey before being replaced with a stone circle with strange symbols on it. The graystone beneath them was big, about 30 feet in diameter. Its runic symbols are those of an ancient civilization long past.

"What is it?"

"It's a teleport pad. Haven't you seen these in the history books?" The guide asked.

"No, the history books didn't have any teleport pads."

"That's right."

"What is?" Not catching what he just said.

"Never mind," the guy opens his eyes. "Any way, keep your hands and feet within the pad and enjoy your trip through Gaiaxes (Gai-axes) Gate."

"Where will it take me?"

"Nothing to worry about, it'll take you over there."

"That does not sound assuring."

"Don't worry about it." The guide laughed. Teleport.

It felt as if Choma's body was tearing itself apart. The outside burned with the intensity of the sun while the insides we're as cold as ice. This would continue on for the next hour or so.

Fifty-two minutes had passed when a smoking Erik Choma collapsed at the end of the teleport trip on top of another teleport pad. The feeling of burning on the outside and freezing on the inside was downright discomforting. He began to shake off the discomforting feeling.

"Welcome to Gaiaxes base," the man said, just shaking off the effects of traveling through time and space.

Choma continued to shake off the feeling.

"The effects of going through a teleport pad will wear away soon," the man said as he walked through a set of doors.

Choma gave a wan nod and followed.

A few researchers scurried to the next room to examine the pad. The guide escorted Choma to a black Hummer in the parking area connecting to a three dark tunnels. Moments later they were speeding down the pavement that would go as far as the tunnels would allow.

Choma looked calmly as the guide pushed the speedometer over 100 miles per hour. This guy must be in a hurry for something. He thought before closing his eyes in the speeding vehicle.

Several minutes down the road the jeep hit a speed bump which knocked Choma out of his dreamless state.

"For a hidden base we're like a small city," the guide said. "Not just arms, and labs. We've got supermarkets, a hospital, libraries, and even a cinema."

Choma nodded blankly and looked around the tunnel. Whatever darkness the tunnel displayed earlier was soon replaced with an aqua colored light.

"The base is a combination of both an underground and water base," the guide said.

"Where is it located?"

"Beneath the waters of Proxian Sea."

"Are the Proxians aware of this base?"

"Only some and it's best to leave it that way."

Choma nodds his head as the guide slows the vehicle down to a halt next to reinforced sentry booth.

Choma read the sign. No identification equals arrest. He shrugged. "Looks like I don't have an ID."

"Don't worry about it we have taken the liberty of making you an ID card before you got here." The guide said as he handed the guard two IDs, one for Choma and the other for the guide. The sentry ran both through an electronic authentication device. The machine flashed green. He passes the cards back

"Welcome to Gaixes base, Mr. Choma."

The hummer shot off again, accelerating another 200 yards around a sweeping rotary that led to the base's main entrance. Looming before them was a pyramidal structure of glass, steel, and marble. Choma was intrigued by the building's architectural design. Currently this was not the time to admire buildings.

"Is this the place?" Choma asked as the vehicle halted quite suddenly

The driver did not answer. He was apparently leaning forward, probably checking that he did not hit something.

"VAN! What the hell!" Choma looked around to see who was it but didn't see anyone.

"Gary, what is it?" Van said in an uncaring manner as guy with red hair just appeared out of no where next to Van.

"You could have killed me!" Gary said waving a threatening fist at Van.

"There's a rule here saying don't wear black at night, you're just asking for it."

Before Gary could even throw a punch Van quickly aimed an open palm at him. A strong wind picked up and pushed Gary hard into the wall rendering him unconscious. "This is your stop. The guy in charge of this place will meet you at this entrance," he points at the old guy with a cane in hand.

Choma stepped from the vehicle.

The man with the cane approached Choma and offered a clammy hand. "Mr. Choma? We spoke on the phone. My name is Kraden Albrektech."

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Prologue and chapter three now in progress

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