HEY EVERYONE! SORRY FOR THE WAIT! HAD TO TAKE CARE OF THINGS, PLUS, MAG PRIME IS CURRENTLY OUT OF THE VAULT! THIS IS HUGE, SINCE I REALLY WANT MAG PRIME! ANYWAYS, ENJOY CHAPTER 2 WHILE I GO FARM THE HELL OUT OF THAT PRIME FRAME!
Chapter 2: Where Am I?
Jaxson groaned, proving himself up with his shoulders on-
"A bed? How? Last thing I remember I was confronting Ichiro. What happened?" Jaxson thought, racking his brains for answers. He didn't hear a door, but he suddenly remembered. "He pulled a gun on me. I should be dead. Who recovered me then? Where am I?"
"To answer your first question, that would be me," a female's voice spoke, Jaxson turning to the speaker. She had short green hair, light combat armor, and two sheathed daggers. But the part that confused the hell out of Jaxson were her dog ears and tail.
"Um, Can I get a name?" Jaxson requested, coming off as a bit rude.
"Éclair Martinozzi. You're currently in the hospital. How you survived that fall is beyond me," Éclair informed, Jaxson slightly shocked.
"What fall? Was Ichiro taken care of at least?" Jaxson asked.
"Ichiro? Who is he? And that fall from the sky. You reminded me of the times Shinku came from earth," Éclair added.
'Came from Earth? So that explains a few things, but that would mean that Ichiro had successfully created a dimensional transporter. Either that or I'm extremely fucking lucky,' Jaxson thought to himself, sighing.
"So, where are my weapons? I need to get back and deal with Ichiro," Jaxson spoke, getting out of the bed without any difficulties, only to feel a bit colder. He suddenly realized why, quickly hiding himself with the blood stained sheets. "First, where are my clothes?"
Éclair was completely red, and wasn't even herself. Jaxson couldn't blame her either, since he accidentally flashed her, showing every part of his body. He scanned the room, finding all his clothes and his gear, which was in the duffel bag. He quickly changed, sighing once he was dressed. He grabbed his pistols, holstering them behind him. He then picked up his combat knife, and held onto it. Walking over to Éclair, he sheathed it, and gently shook her a bit, snapping her out of her dazed-like state. Instantly, he was met with a brutal punch to his stomach, which he only winced at.
"Not gonna lie, that kind of hurt," Jaxson admitted. "But it will take more than that to hurt me. I'm stepping out for a bit. Need to do something real quick."
Before Éclair could protest, he was outside, on the roof. He took out his phone, seeng no reception. He thought that was odd, and then tried his com link, seeing an idle screen. He tapped it, and also saw that he had no type of connection. Luckily, his AI still worked. Quickly activating the AI, he sighed.
"Lynx, do you know where I am?" Jaxson asked his AI.
"No satellite close by. No signal detected. Location not found," his AI answered.
"Fan-fucking-tastic. So I'm really not on Earth. Might as well make myself comfortable since I might be here a while," Jaxson concluded, jumping to the ledge, swinging himself inside the room he had just left, sitting on the bed.
"Sorry. Had to see if I really wasn't on my home planet anymore. So, where am I?" Jaxson asked, fully adjusted to the situation.
"Flognarde. Oh, we also found a bag with your things in it. It's strange that no one knows what they are," Éclair informed.
"No surprise there. I made most of the gear myself. The things I didn't make or buy were provided by my employer. The night vision goggles and com link along with the metal that I used to make my blade," Jaxson explained. "I understand how they work and what they are meant for, but I don't know exacts, since I didn't build them myself. My pistols I can explain, but it is so much tech-savvy talk that most of it would just go in one ear and out the other, so I'll spare you. Is there a figure in charge of where I am? I would at least like to explain my presence here to someone of importance so that way there isn't panic."
"The princess is currently engaged in other business. Though she insisted that I watch over you until you woke up, if you ever did," Éclair informed.
"Excellent! I'm in your care then. Care to spar then? I noticed your daggers, and I need to make sure my skills don't get dull should I find a way to return," Jaxson requested, picking up his duffel bag with his left hand, holding the knife in his right, the blade going over his shoulder. "Aren't I staying with you? I promise not to be a burden. I'll pull my own weight."
/+/One Hour Later\-\
"Okay, can you just change already?" Éclair asked, sounding pissed.
"Would like to, but these are my only clothes. And I'm not going to accept anything from you. I said I'd pull my own weight," Jaxson replied, more calm than Éclair.
"How about if I spar with you now then?" Éclair spoke, Jaxson raising his eyebrow.
"Oh? What's the catch?" Jaxson inquired, knowing Éclair was going to try something.
"If I win, you'll let me buy you a new set of clothes. If I lose, I won't bother you about it again," Éclair proposed.
"Are you sure you want to challenge me of all people?" Jaxson asked letting a bit of bloodlust be heard from his tone. He knew that he could typically get away with it since that usually scared people into leaving him be.
"If you want this to go away, that's the only way," Éclair answered, not even phased by his tone.
'This is going to get interesting,' Jaxson chuckled, drawing his blade.
"As a saying goes where I came from, ladies first," Jaxson spoke, seeing Éclair draw her daggers. Jaxson stood there, waiting for Éclair, since he had allowed her the first strike. Éclair dashed towards Jaxson, who easily parried her, jumping backwards, landing on his hand, using his momentum to push off the ground, landing on his feet.
"My turn," Jaxson smirked, vanishing from sight, appearing behind Éclair, smacking her with his sheath, not bothering to use the blade just yet. He stood where Éclair had been, Éclair wondering what just happened. "Don't take your eyes off me. Don't want you to miss anything."
Jaxson vanished again, and when he reappeared, Éclair countered his blade with both her daggers, causing Jaxson to smile. Jaxson used the sheath again to attack, making her back up. Jaxson then reversed his hold on his knife, and charged, Éclair ready for anything he had up his sleeve. Well, almost anything. Jaxson went for a slice, which was blocked, but what came next came surprised her. It appeared to be copies charging her. She backed up, and readied herself, most getting close, but none getting to her. Her ears twitched, and she looked up, seeing a shadow. She rolled out of the way just in time, avoiding an otherwise fatal attack from Jaxson. She looked to where Jaxson was, but saw nothing. She then felt a blade against her neck.
"I think I can assume a victory," Jaxson spoke, Éclair sheathing her daggers, Jaxson doing the same with his knife. "Never under estimate someone, but always assume they are stronger and smarter than you. I'm surprised you didn't try to dodge my after images though."
/+/Earth, Same Time\-\
"So he just vanished? That's impossible," Chase spoke in disbelief. Jaxson, his friend and partner, simply fell off the face of the earth.
"We've reviewed the evidence, and declared him KIA," his superior informed.
"Have you explored every possibility? There's no way in hell he would just die without sending out a distress signal," Chase questioned, refusing to accept that Jaxson was dead.
"There's no other explanation. You-"
"Explore every possibility! I don't care how slim the chances are! I know he's alive!" Chase shouted, a fire in his eyes.
"It will take time. But we can say with almost one hundred percent certainty that Agent Echo has been killed," they repeated themself.
"Was his body found?" Chase asked.
"No. But-"
"Then he's alive. Keep exploring possibilities, no matter how ridiculous it sounds," Chase ordered, storming out of the room. "I know you're out there. Where are you?"
JUST WAIT FOR ME TO GET A PART OR TWO SINCE MAG PRIME IS OUT UNTIL THE END OF JULY, AND THE DROP RATE IS INSANE. UNTIL NEXT TIME!