Bio, well, the rest of it since its relevant here:

A dormant agent, as it was mentioned, is someone that's been successfully inducted into the ISF but chooses to be inactive and resume their life on earth. These agents can recall that they have powers but can't use them. They are usually under the protection of the ISF and remain under it until they want to be an active agent or until they are called to duty. Hawk is currently an Active Agent in the ISF.

Scotty is the nickname for the agent on the bridge of HQ who is in charge of communications and some of the major technologies involved, like the hyper-beam transfer and the ship's warp speed. It's a running joke that Hawk calls him Scotty and Scotty calls her Kirk. It's a nice one line joke that kind of keeps them from getting overly serious about things involving the two.

POV: First person, Hawk

I looked around in the bright light that had greeted me in his subconscious. The light faded enough so I could see that I was standing in a room.

It was a bedroom. Maybe a memory...

I watched the man sitting in the seat in front of a computer play an amnesia game. His voice wasn't as deep as Mark's but he spoke like Mark.

"That's me…" I heard from behind me. I turned to see Mark sitting on the bed, watching the one on the computer. "…From my early YouTube days."

I glanced around and plucked the small glowing drop of hope that I had gotten into his system moments ago. I put it in one of the pockets on the front of my vest.

I looked at both Marks and nodded, "So this is what Demon couldn't change."

Mark smiled and handed me the framed paper in his hands. "That's the engineering degree I had earned in college." He took it from me and put it back. "I don't really use it now."

I looked at him in his purest form. A person's soul shows their purest form. Mark sat on the bed, nearly naked, only shrouded in a ribbon of light. It covered his upper legs and mid section, draped over his chest onto his back and kept things covered.

"For such an attractive human, you sure do keep yourself covered." I commented.

He looked at me then at the ribbon of light. "Yeah, I do. It goes back to a long time ago." He moved so I could sit next to him. "But mostly just for the sake of not showing off on camera, even though the fan girls love it."

"Your fans will love you for the rest of eternity." I said quietly. "You've changed too many lives for anything different to happen." I turned to him. "Your significance on this planet is so immense that the ISF didn't immediately induct you. They want to and they will as soon as you are ready to leave this all behind or when we need you to become an active member."

"Being in space was really hard to turn down." Mark smiled at his back from the past. He turned to me, "So you're there all the time?"

"Most of the time, yes," I answered. "It's an incredible but scary place. It's hostile and cold but can be warm and welcoming too." I took out my 'phone'. It's really my space phone. It's mostly alien technology. It's also one I built myself in my early Apprenticeship days. I opened it and showed him pictures I've taken of various things I've seen in the last six Earth months.

I let him scroll through the space cloud pictures, my friends in the agency posing for different things, and various other things that have happened. "There's a lot to do, you know." I went to the picture of the vehicle lab and experiment room. "This is all about constructing better space travel vehicles for small groups. I usually make minor changes on the prototype before letting them build more…" I trailed off. He had flipped to the next picture and was staring at my panoramic picture of a gas cloud I'd passed on a test run.

I took the phone and tapped a few features and allowed the 3D visual of the picture expand throughout the room. "This is what I've mapped in the last six years." The visual lit up a few different planets, "Those lights show me which ones have agreed to the Peace Treaty Agreement." Lines crisscrossed around the room. "And that's the path I was on last month." I watched as a yellow line bounced from planet to planet, grazing Earth then out into space. "It was busy."

The map encompassed the room and drowned out everything else there. Mark stood up and walked around tapping on the realistic gas clouds, watching them react then reform. I put my phone down on the floor and walked around with him.

"This is what it's like all the time?" He asked as he looked at me. His smiling face was illuminated by a small star near him. He looked up and reached for the gas cloud. He let his fingers dance around it, playing with it.

I nodded and walked up behind him. I traced my fingers down his back; making him shudder and making his wings emerge. I held them up and they moved through the projection. I moved in front of him. He moved them around the gas clouds and solar systems.

"This too," I said, moving mine out of my skin. They were larger than his.

The projection changed as I waved my arm. Space swirled around us and then changed to the sky and he smiled, "Do I get to learn how to fly now?"

I shook my head, "It'll be a lot more fun in the waking world."

"True," He said as he dropped his wings. "But I thought I died."

"If you come back with me now, you'll be fine." I said, holding out my hand. The sky disappeared as my phone folded back up and jumped into my other hand. I put it away and waited for his reaction in the very bright room.

A small image of the younger Mark appeared and he watched himself play Amnesia: The Dark Descent. He looked at me. "Return to what you love doing, Mark," The light in the room engulfed us as his soul soared. It was reflected in his smile as he took my hand.

The light engulfed us completely as I pulled him in for a hug. He held onto me as long as he could.

When I opened my eyes I was sitting on the floor and Mark had started breathing again. He opened his eyes and looked up at me.

"Well done, Mark." I said softly, pushing on his back to help him sit up.

Light and Hero had been able to get up and moved towards us. Light helped up Mark and I stood with them.

Tim hugged Hero then Mark and didn't let go.

"What about Demon?" Light asked.

I held up my hand. It had a seal mark on it, "put this on him and it'll seal him away into Mark and it won't let him leave or use much of his power." The seal resembled a bunch of small circles on a triangle in a bigger circle with short squiggles outlining the whole thing.

Light held up his hand and put it to mine. The seal transferred. He looked at his hand, "Cool."

"And Dark?" Hero asked.

"Dark will follow Demon." I answered. I felt a wave of energy from my pocket and glanced at my phone. "I gotta take this." I walked away from them and held up my phone to my ear. "Scotty what's wrong?" I refuse to call him by his real name.

"Distress signal from Alpha Nine! They're in trouble! The signal is broken and that's all we could decipher!" He shouted in a fake Scottish accent. I could tell he was running from screen to screen as he yelled at me through Communications.

"Alright," I said in my ISF Chief voice, "Put me on intercom." A few moments later Scotty gave me the all clear. "Code red! Code red! Distress signal from Alpha Nine! Phoenix sixty-seven crew get ready to launch immediately!"

I put my phone down and looked at them. "I've gotta go."

Mark threw his arms around me and thanked me. I hugged back quickly and pushed him away. I shook hands with Light and Hero then looked down at Tim, "Be brave." I smiled.

I looked back at Mark then jumped back into a portal that put me on the bridge of the Phoenix Sixty-Seven. I watched Mark as the portal closed and sat in my Captain's chair.

"Ready to launch!" The pilot shouted and typed in the coordinates into the ship's GPS then moved the ship out into space, hit hyper jump and I closed my eyes.

POV: Mark (third person)

Mark watched the portal close and he turned to everyone. Before he could speak his phone lit up and then there was a knock on the door.

"That couldn't be Wade already," Mark said as he answered the door.

Wade towered over Mark and walked in the door. "Are you okay?"

"I am now…" He said as he looked down at his blood soaked pants. His flannel was still intact.

"What happened?" Wade asked.

"It's a long story," Mark lead Wade into the living room and sat down. He picked up his still standing but cold tea and held it. He glanced around for Light and Hero but they were gone.

"What are you looking for?" Wade asked.

"I'll get started on that story," He said, picking up his Tiny Box Tim plushie and clutched it.

POV: Hawk (first person)

I watched Mark start to tell his best friend the story of what just happened.

I smiled, "Well done, Mark." I commented to myself as he leaned forward. The scars of the wings were there. "Oops," I whispered with a smile. One day.

"Hawk!" The captain shouted.

I turned off the screen and watched the front window screen. "Guns out! Shields up!" I shouted as I stood up. A half ring of metal moved out of the floor with me. My shoes sank into the floor as its base braced me, I was free to move but the backlash wouldn't affect me. It had two gun handles attached; each operated one on the outside of the Phoenix. Scotty gave me full visual on the main screen and I smiled. I once again flew into a raging space battle of chaos.

~For Mark Fischbach who has impacted over four million lives at least in the last two years and many, many more to come. You are an amazing person and I am proud to be a Markiplite (part of the Ticklescrote army… Is that still a thing?). Please keep being who you are, keep making awesome and entertaining videos and never change for anyone but yourself. ~ Angela Smith