7:00 Pm 4th month, and 8th day, of the year 4099 ABMV, Coruscant, Nueva York...

A teenager wearing a skin tight red and black suit with a cape, seemingly made of webs, is standing next to a Holo-Table...

'... Maybe I'm just jealous of Walker Sloan's progress. It's only been a few months since he started working at Alchemax, talking about harnessing energy from the fourth dimension. Now he won't stop until he's running the damn place. He's the exact type of corporate monster i've sworn to reign in... Especially if they're mucking around with time travel! I've tried talking to him, but he won't Talk to the 16 year old intern, Miguel O'Hara... But people make time for Spider-Man!'

Miguel walks over to a window and presses a button to open it, before he gets onto the windowsill.

He Puts on a black and red mask, with no visible eyeholes.

'The year 4099 might not be much... But it's all mine. And he's not gonna change that.'

Miguel backflips off the window, as it closes, and falls out of the view.

Title Card

{Spider-Man}

The Title Card is pulled apart by webs, and a different title is put on by a green lightsaber cutting through the black wall. Along with Red lightning burning on the other side.

{4099}

Fade to black.


A few seconds later...

Miguel is swinging through the tall buildings of the city. He has webs coming from the red arrows on the top of his wrists.

'He's been syphoning Alchemax resources into converting the gateway in the old Virtual Unreality Lab into something else...'

Miguel cannonball backflips off of his web-line, and starts gliding, using his cape.

'Something dangerous...' Miguel dodges a Cloud Speeder mid air, by doing a barrel roll, then opens his arms back up, slowing his descent once again. Before he front flips onto an open air vent.

'Just use the convenient access to the ventilation system to get inside...' Spider-Man begins crawling forward using the tip of his fingers. 'And Walker and I can have a little chat.'

Miguel keeps crawling until there's only artificial light, instead of the light from the golden late afternoon. 'Whatever Sloan's up to, I've gotta shut it down, before he gets in over his head. And drags everyone and everything down with him.' Miguel makes a turn left, and hears a lot of sparks flying, machinery turning, and mechanical spraying.

He crawls to an open space, on top of a different vent, than the one he was on before. As he crawls, he stops for a second and looks over, to see a whole lot of Separatist B2 Battle Droids.

'I see they've been busy in the cybernetics division.' Miguel thinks with venom dripping in his thoughts.

'That's a lot of shockin' droids down there!' He thinks as he crawls through another opening of a vent.

'During the day; as Miguel O'Hara, Alchemax Geneticist, I could've walked right in. But at night, the security protocols kick in.' He continues crawling past a window to the vent and outside. 'The genetics lab. Without that department, I wouldn't be the man I am today.'

He drops down the next opening in the vent, and lands on a thick glass pane, overlooking a door and hallway.

"There you are..." Miguel whispers to himself, as he sees a gray haired scientist walk up to the door. And press a button on his datapad.

:Holographic Assistant, online.: A hologram says as it materializes. :How may I serve you Mr. Sloan?: The Wrinkly man smirks. "Hello, Joseph. Run a final check and run Security Bio scans." The man orders the dumb A.I. :Preparing systems, Mr. Sloan. This won't take long.: The A.I. turns around and opens the door, allowing the scientist to walk through.

Miguel jumps to another vent, but this time, there's glass on the bottom of it. And keeps following the A.I., scientist, duo.

"Alchemax should be thanking me. Echanni industries is going to take over this entire corporation, unless someone steps up to prevent it."

:You're the only one who thinks outside the box enough to do it, sir.:

"Yes Joseph, I know."

'I knew he was up to something!' Miguel exclaims to himself. While he follows them in their silence.

"I'm almost embarrassed that it took me this long to come up with it. I simply go back in time... and launch Alchemax before it was originally founded." The man drawls to the machine.

The man continues. "Not only can I remake Alchemax in my own image..."

:But you can dismantle Echanni before they rise to unprecedented power. You're a genius sir!: The hologram compliments it's creator.

"I programmed you well, Joseph... Though of course the board wouldn't want me to have that degree of power... They're all about power. But they won't have anything to say about it, by the time i'm done." Sloan monologues.

The three make it to a door.

[Security scan sequence initiated]

The Buildings A.I. says as a yellow grid pattern happens causing Miguel to walk forward, Backward, and forward again to the next vent, before it opens.

:Gateway room access granted, Mr. Sloan.:

'Yup, he's heading for his time research lab alright. There's an access point next to the generator that I can get to.'

Miguel does some more sneaking around, and jumps down a hole with wires spiraling around it. He fires a web line to swing in front of a gateway with a spiraling white light.

Sloan's falling through it!

"SLOAN!" Spider-Man yells as he fires a web line to sling into the portal! "GET BACK HERE!" He screams, as he disappears through it.


-B0624-

Time vortex 4099 ABMV to undisclosed time...

Miguel regains his senses, finding his wrists and legs bound by fragile time, trying to keep him on course to the same destination as Sloan. He gets pummeled and stabbed by rogue time bits, causing him to be flung off course. He stabilizes himself and looks forward, focusing on a large image in front of him... A Beautiful Blonde haired woman in her undergarments with cuts all over her body, on an old model of a medical bench.

"w-hat the sh-shock?" Miguel asks weakly before he passes out. Landing hard on a steel floor.

The world outside the portal has a darker sky and more artificial light, from 4000 years of heavy pollution.

-B0624-


5 ABRP Space...

The Ebon Hawk is adrift in space after a terrible battle. Most of it's crew are either dead or dying. Meetra Surik lies in the medical room with the unconscious time traveler, both in critical condition.

The Hyperdrive is in dire need of repairs. The last hope of the ebon hawk lies in the hands of an astromech droid, by the name of T3-M4.

T3 slowly awakes from it's sleep. And looks around in it's critical state. It makes its way over to a computer in the security room and looks at the damage report. Almost everything is in a critical state, including the beings on the ship. It goes to the medical room, finding three medpacs, and plunges two into the humans in critical condition. Thankfully stabilizing them both.

He goes around finding parts, to repair the ship. Then he goes to the turbolift to go onto the outside, for the repairs.

After an agonizing twenty minutes, T3 succeeds! T3-M4 goes back to the cockpit, ignoring the banging noise of the cargo hold. And charts a course of the nearest mining facility.

The ship sputters and creaks, but manages to land safely in a hangerbay, causing a large amount of miners to evacuate the shuttle, while the mechanics of the station begin to repair the ship.

-B0624-


One month later...

Miguel O'Hara wakes on the floor, with his suit off, leaving him in his boxers.

'What the shock is going on?' Miguel asks himself as he looks up to see the beautiful woman from before helping him up.

"The shock happen...?" He slightly slurs due to spending a month healing in stasis.

"I'm trying to figure that out myself." The woman says. "Well seeing as we're stuck here... We might as well tell each other our names, You go first." The older woman chuckles

Slowly regaining his bearings, he answers. "Miguel... Miguel O'Hara. Who're you?"

"The names Meetra Surik, kid." Meetra adds the last part with a smirk.

"Who the shock're you callin' kid?!" Miguel says as he stands up.

"Language. I don't remember you being on the Ebon Hawk, but they left your things in the medical storage for some reason."

"Yeah, well... I honestly have no idea... Just let me get my things." Miguel stumbles to the open door next to the broken one. And sees a room with plasteel cylinders in it, running over to it more composed, he puts on his suit and gear. Starting with his datapad on his left wrist, and ending with his black and red boots.

"Nice outfit." Meetra's eyes are practically eating him alive.

"I'm sixteen, lady." Meetra stops.

'That stopped her...' Miguel shudders. 'For now.'

"How in the hell do you have a body like that?!" Miguel stops with his mask in his hands. "I'm Not gonna explain my origin story to a perverted lady who won't stop eating me with her eyes!" He yells in a louder tone, then he puts on his mask.

"We need to get out of here, and I have to stop Sloan before he becomes practically invincible!" he says before walking out and punching the broken door... causing the centerpiece to fly off, the door unjamming.

Miguel hears a door open behind them.

He then spins around to the sight of a hooded old woman.

"Hn. And who are you, child?" The hooded woman asks.

"I thought you were dead!" Meetra exclaims, as Miguel turns to her.

"And the force kept me alive, Jedi."

"Hold the shock on! Isn't that the morgue?!" Miguel exclaims.

The two turn to him and say the same exact thing. "Yes."

"We must leave this place. It is deserted. You two find a way out, while I stay here to guide you."

Meetra nods as Miguel is screaming to himself in his head.

'What in the galaxy is happening?!'

-B0624-


{A/N: Sorry I had to cut it short. I love how this is turning out! I'm sorry if the time travel part seemed a little out of place and fast. But trust me! This goes nowhere! Chapter 4 of this has to be my best written work so far, so look forward to that!}