Chapter 1: Fury of the Storm
It was a rainy night in the city of New Domino; gangs were loose on the streets, Security sirens rang loud against the rain and thunder. In a dimmly lit alley two people were locked in a vicious fight as a ring of twenty or so other people surrounded them, preventing escape. "Tell me what I need to know!" a young man with blue-violet hair yelled as he grabbed onto the black leather clad neck of the other combatant. Both were dressed in leather biker clothes, the key differences were in the colors; the first guy was in a blue leather jacket that he kept completely unzipped displaying a black tank-top shirt. He wore ragged looking blue-jeans that were torn in some places. The other person was dressed completely in black leather.
"Heh-heh, if you want to be making demands of any of us, you're gonna have to beat me in a turbo duel, up for it whelp?" the second duelist retorted as he strode over to a Japanese style black motorcycle.
"Fine, if it'll get me my answers. I've already got a map of the city in my Runner. We'll start off from this alley, then make a giant circle around the city." the first duelist said as he mounted his white-dragon-shaped-chopper Duel Runner. Ever since the war between what is now the Satellite and New Domino City the name of the D-Wheel has varied between regions. With a roar of the engines, both duelists took off, a gang of twenty or so other duelists followed.
"Duel Mode Engaged. Autopilot activated. Speed World Active." The mechanical voice of the Duel Runner chimed as a purple aura ungulfed the surrounding area. (Blue Biker's LP: 4000) (Black Biker's LP: 4000)
"I'm goin' first, and I start by summoning Chaosrider Gustaph (4/1400/1500) in attack mode!" the black clad duelist announced as another roar joined those of the Runners. Riding on a red chopper between the duelists was a muscular green creature in red armor tha tcover his shoulders, chest, and legs. It had a polearm weapon in his right hand which he twirled with grim delight. "I set a card and end."
"My go! I draw! Now that I have two speed counters I can activate my Speed Spell-Angel Baton! This will let me draw two cards and then ditch one. Now I summon my Blizzard Dragon (4/1800/1000) also in attack mode!" a loud, unholy roar cut through the rain as a chill began to hang in the air. A dazzling blue dragon with a sparkling crest made of ice flew down and hung above its owner's Runner. It eyed the opposing duelist and his satanic biker minion with malice. "I also set a card and I'll have Blizzard Dragon attack Gustaph. Blizzard Gale!" the dragon screeched and released a furious blast of cold air that froze the rain instantly. The frozen shards flew straight into Gustaph causing it to spin out of control and crash in a firey explosion.
(Black Biker's LP: 3600)
"Heh-Heh, nice try! I activate my trap card Soul Rope! This'll let me pay one thousand life points to summon a level four monster from my deck and I choose my Diskblade Rider (4/1700/1500)!" a yellow rope shot from the black Runner into the fire and from it a deep demonic rumble sounded. In a furious explosion Gustaph reemerged, but he was different; his armor and motorcycle had turned blue and he now carried a bladed disk in both of his hands. His eyes burned with revenge, all of it was aimed at the Blizzard Dragon.
(Black Biker's LP: 2600)
"I set one more card and I'll use Blizzard Dragon's effect to freeze your new biker in place. Go Blizzard Dragon, Chains of the Northern Wind!" the blue biker exclaimed as his dragon released another blast of cold air that completely froze Diskblade Rider in his seat. The bike was now apparently moving on "autopilot".
"Damn kid, you're good, but I'm just a tad bit better. It's my go, and I set another card, next I activate my Speed Spell-Overdrive! This effect will now allow me to add Speed Counters to my total equal to the level of one of my monsters plus two, that means I'm now cruising at a sweet nine Speed Counters, catch ya later kid!" the biker duelist shouted as his Duel Runner began to speed ahead down the track. He pulled another card free from his hand a slid it into the Duel Runner. "Another face down, and it's your turn." a cold mist still hung in the air, and it was starting to affect the black clad duelist. He began to sneeze and ice began to form around the areas of his Duel Runner that weren't next to the engines. The rain itself changed too, it was now snowing. A freezing gale swept through the city. Diskblade Rider was then freed of his icy prison.
"My turn! Now I summon Hypothermic Dragon (4/1900/800) in attack mode! He has a devastating ability, each non Water or Ice attribute monster now gains one Frost Counter. The kicker to that is; any monster with a Frost Counter on it cannot attack, and after two draw phases any card that has a Frost Counter on it is destroyed! HAHAHAHA!" the blue biker cackled as a frost white, serpentine dragon with clear fangs, talons and set of jagged horns descended from the snowy sky. It made a noise like a whale song as it caught up to its owner. Diskblade Rider froze again while he was stretching his green muscles. "Blizzard Dragon, finish what you started, attack Diskblade Rider!" Blizzard Dragon reared back its head as a frozen sphere formed in its mouth. It launched the sphere in a glorious fashion; and when it struck, the two frozen bodies exploded flamelessly.
(Black Biker's LP: 2500)
"Shouldn't have attacked kid, my trap card Stalemate now makes us both take equal damage! So you'll feel the cold sting of battle!" a piece of Diskblade Rider's motorcycle flew back and hit the dragon head mounted on the blue biker's Runner, the duelist riding it flinched at the impact.
(Blue Biker's LP: 3900)
"I don't care what happens to me so long as I find out what I need to know, Hypothermic Dragon attacks you directly!" the serpentine dragon vanished into the snowstorm and reappeared next to his opponent's Runner, it shot the opposing duelist with a blast of icy wind that cut the duelist's face and hands.
(Black Biker's LP: 600)
"I now activate my next trap, Effect Copying Machine; this card will copy the effect of one of my other cards, I choose Stalemate. This means that you'll take a full thirty-eight-hundred points of damage!"
(Blue Biker's LP: 100)
"Fine, but I chain my own trap, Doppelganger; you take all those points in damage as well! This is the end!"
(Black Biker's LP: 0)
The black Duel Runner began to sputter and steam flew from a ventilation system in it. It melted all the ice that the duel left. After both Runners had slowed to a stop, the blue biker removed his helmet and dismounted; ice formed around his feet with every step.
"You! You're one of those people from that organization that was trying to raise an army of freaks! I know where I saw you from! You were hauled in by security under the charge of murder! You're Chaud Blaare!"
"Right-o! Now tell me," Chaud said as he reached down and pulled the shaking biker from the ground. "See this picture?! Where is the girl in this picture?!" the biker stammered, but never gave him an answer. Chaud shook him, a hungry glare in his eyes. "Huh?! Answer me!"
"Last time I saw her she was in the Middle District. That was two days ago. That's all I know, now please, let me live!" the pathetic biker pleaded. Chaud let him go and stalked back to his Duel Runner, with a screech of the engines he sped off toward his destination.
Ten minutes earlier: Sattelite: Old Momentum Generator
"Crow, this is Yusei, any clear path in?" a small speaker mounted upon a black Duel Runner spoke over the sound of the rain. An orange haired man, perhaps in his twenties, answered. He ran his fingers over a series of yellow marks on his face, feeling the grooves they left in his skin as he spoke. He shook his head in an attempt to dry it, but the rain was pounding down too hard for the action to have effect.
"I'm getting a small ventilation shaft on the roof. It looks too risky though, this building is too old. I mean let's face it; you're trying to break into the old Momentum generator plant. What could you possibly need from here that would need a full scale break in?" Crow looked up from the screen of his Duel Runner at the old Momentum generator plant. It was crumbling, but was still kept under high security, should anyone wander in they could be put in serious danger. The sole reason it wasn't destroyed years ago rests in the old Momentum generator, it's too big to move, but it can still be salvaged for scrap metal and spare parts; the only risks with it were in the fact that the Momentum generator was highly radioactive. If anyone were to go in they would need an entire HAS-MAT team to collect any of the metals.
"My father used to work here, I need to see if I can find any notes as to what may have happened here when it went up. Or perhaps why the Dark Signers were targeting this place, it all seems too fishy to me."
"Yeah-yeah, just remember, Security is going to crack down hard on us if we get caught so don't disturb too much. I'm picking up tons of motion detectors, looks like there may also be some pressure panels in the floors too so make sure you watch your step," Crow paused as he began to shiver, the weather had changed abruptly and the rain was now snow. "Also, hurry up, it just started snowing out here and it's really cold!"
"I'll only be a few minutes."
Yusei, a man who looked to be in his late teens to early twenties climbed into a lone metallic ventilation shaft on top of the crumbling building. He crawled around in the shaft until he found the main chamber, the generator room. The generator itelf was a rundown, broken machine. A faint glow resonated from it, as if it was still trying to generate Momentum; the power source for D-Wheels, homes, offices. Everything in both New Domino and the Sattelite ran off the stuff. Before the current Momentum generator was built this one released too much Momentum causing a great deal of damage, basically turning Sattelite into a ghetto; a place for all of those of the working class to live, squandering their talent by having to perform mundane tasks such as sorting garbage. The only sure way out was in a body bag.
"Crow, I'm headed in." he said into a small reciever attached to his ear. In the faint light of the Momentum generator his dark hair danced with flashes of blues and purples. At times the light would be pure white and make the security marker stand out quite prominently against his street worn features. He dusted off his jacket and produced a flashlight from a pocket in his black jeans. The little circle of light sweeped across the room until it landed on an overturned desk. Yusei checked it carefully, checking every drawer until he found a notebook labled Momentum Generator Log. It was dated to the exact week that the generator had gone up. He quickly opened it and began to scan the pages with increasing curiosity, that is until he found the last page. It read:
"Generator Log: Date: 4/30/2045
The core temperature has been fluctuating over the last couple of hours. Three power surges have occured in the last two hours. Director Goodwin has assured us that there is no problem and that the Momentum generator is going to have some hiccups. I'm worried though. It has reached near critical several times in the last couple of days. My only worry is," it was finished with a quick line, as if the writer was suddenly pulled away from the paper.
"Crow, I found something, I'm gonna bring it out. Yusei out." he spoke into the reciever.
Two Hours later, New Domino.
The snow had again become rain, and had matted down Chaud's hair. He had just gotten to the Middle District in the two hours he had been riding. House after house was filled with happy families; families he was forced to see because of speed limits in the residential area. He shivered and pulled his coat closer to his body. He peered into the window of a nearby house and saw who he had been looking for. He stopped his Runner abruptly and looked on. She had long, red violet hair; fragile violet eyes, and delicate facial features. She wore a red blouse that had long tails, black arm warmers, and black boots that come up to the middle of her thighs. She was sitting on a fluffy chair speaking with a woman who shared many of her facial features and a man with which she shared no tangible resemblance. Hatred and sadness began to burn in his eyes. Suddenly he rolled up his left sleeve, retrieved a small tube from his pocket, and shook it. He pulled off the end revealing a needle, and with a grim smirk he stuck the needle into his arm and injected himself with a strange clear liquid; a lightning strike illuminated his twisted face as the liquid began to flow in his veins. Without so much as a second thought he revved his engine and rode away from the place, dropping the syringe as he went.
"So Yusei, what'd you find?" Crow asked Yusei as they sat in front of a fire in Yusei's underground lair. Yusei pulled the notebook from his pocket and handed it to his friend. Crow read the pages carefully. "So, this notebook is dated up to the date of the Momentum generator exploding huh? Nevertheless, it should help us piece together at least why it went up." Crow sat the notebook next to a stack of other relics they found around the plant. Each one a piece in a grand puzzle that would help them figure out how the generator went up, why the Dark Signers targeted that place, and Yusei personally would finally find out more about his biological parents. All he knew was that his father had worked on the original generator and had died in the explosion. Yusei had found himself ever more curious about the Old Momentum after he along with his fellow Signers had vanquished the Dark Signers, and his curiousity was slowly becoming an undying obsession. He did however find solace with Akiza, a kindred spirit, but just a friend. He spent many a night with her complaining about their problems, laughing on some occasions. He felt he was her guardian after the fall of the Arcadia Movement. That was the only thing he was grateful for as far as the Dark Signers were ever concerned. In a way they freed her from her prison. He smiled at the thought.
There was one detail about the Arcadia Movement that he found out when he was looking through the ruins of the Old Momentum plant, a fact he wanted to make sure was never leaked; they had multinational branches and there were in total over ten thousand psychic duelists with varying abilities. If there was ever word of the enemy of Iliaster being as powerful as it is, it would mean certain doom for the Signers. He hoped that once the leader had been wiped out, the organization itself would completely crumble. He pushed this thought out of his mind as he began to scan the relics. None of the pieces fit yet, but he knew they would. Outside the storm had finally settled down, and was now a calm drizzle.
End of Chapter 1.
Hello, Demon of RHS here with a friendly reminder; this is an alternate timeline story. I by no means know what exactly goes on in the anime so don't flame. Thank you. Blazer Dude and I hope you'll continue to read and enjoy.