Chapter 2
A/N: this is a new beginning for Elizabeth Comstock Blade. Those who will discriminate please go F your respective selves.
(Gareth's POV, two years later)
"Eyes on target?"
"This is Jag, I have positive ID."
"This is Rift Ripper, I'm in position."
I read my heavy sniper rifle to a good position to take out the target. "This is Blast Cannon, commence Operation: fear."
(Two weeks earlier)
We arrived to Coruscant thanks to the locals on Ord Mantell. We look around and Coruscant looks far advance than the last time we looked at it, although that was back then in the Clone Wars, or should I say later in the Clone Wars. We walked around and found the senate building. We also found the local military recruiter office. We walked in and found an assignment since we are easily recognized as mercenaries. The job was to instill fear on to the Justicars new leader. The target's name is Ravan Dilidoor.
(Now, Razor's POV)
As I wait on the street while the target: Dilidoor is making his rounds with his personal team, I notice Rift Ripper wait in the alley way nearby eager to finish up so we can have family time. The signal is the sniper shot to the target. Rift and I are clean up. As I light my death stick it signaled Blast to take the shot. As soon I took the stick out of my mouth Ravan was shot in the head and we acted. I took out the three on my left then two on my right. I saw Rift shoot down ten of those rebellious vigilantes. As soon the small battle was over we ran to the speeder Blast had ready to get us back to the senate building to report to a General Garza. When we got there we met up with Garza who seems to have a squad of troopers with her.
Blast asked "what is the meaning of this?"
She replied "you all disobeyed orders; your orders were to kill this man in secrecy; now we have the media breathing down on our necks about this; in the name of the Republic we are apprehending all of you under arrest."
As soon we took a step back we all fell through another time portal. The troopers screamed as well as Garza but Rift, Blast and I are enjoying the fall. They seem to go off their original time but the three of us ended up somewhere else.
I got up and said "now where are we?"
The next moment we saw our ancestor: Gareth 'Gunrun' Blade. We were at a loss of words.
Blast and I are befuddled, while Rift asks "who is that?"
I turn to Rift and said "that is our ancestor: Gunrun."
Then we heard Blast said "which means we are in the past in the Twisted Treeline environment."
I then said "which makes us neutral enemies to both teams."
"Which means we are liable targets" Blast added.
As soon Gunrun caught sight of us he bladed his way at us. We began shooting our lead at him but he kept dodging our shots. He was able to knock out Blast who was a somewhat equal but he never stood a grain of chance. He then went after me and he was siphoning my energy. As I kept swinging he kept up the dodging. As soon I collapsed from the lack of energy and mana he went after Rift. She was helpless from his speed. He was too siphoning her energy and mana to concentrate it into one blast-shot.
When he pointed the gun at her head a mysterious voice came out and said. "BlastxFlack disconnected from the server; player 2 disconnected; player 3—to hell with it everyone disconnected from the server."
When he shot his revolver at a random tree, we got our energy back and helped Rift off her knees. He turned around and asked "sorry 'bout that but that player was spamming my skills."
Blast replied "that's ok we're used to it."
"Name's Gareth 'Gunrun' Blade and what are yours?"
Blast and I looked at each other for a moment and decided to remove our masks. Our looks changed but our faces kept. The only thing that changed is that our soul patches changed to beards that connected to our sideburns. I spoke up "my name is Razor Blade XIV and this is my brother Gareth Blade XV and finally this is his daughter Elizabeth Blade."
"Then you lot are my descendants and sorry 'bout attacking you" as Gunrun said that he gave a wholesome sheepish smile.
Elizabeth giggled and said "apology taken." As she said that she gave Gunrun a hug knowing she met her ancestor.
He returned the hug and said "it's always nice to meet an old or new family member from the past or future, no?"
We all shared a hearty laugh and started walking to the home of Champions: Valoran. We adjourned into Gunrun's apartment after an hour or two of walking through the battlefield and dangerous environment. The apartment was a 10 Sq. ft. room. The walls are littered with either a sword Gunrun used or a trophy from his kills. The room has a small mana powered radio on a small coffee table. There are also various leather chairs that surround the table.
A moment later Gunrun tossed us skins of water and wine. We drank the sweet maroon liquid; of course Elizabeth preferred water rather than wine. When we finish our drink we heard a knock on the door. Before Gunrun opened it three small portals opened up and sucked Elizabeth, Gareth and I into it leaving Gunrun befuddled.
(Gunrun's POV)
'That was weird.' I turn my attention back to the door and opened it. "Hey Miss Fortune, ready for our date?"
"Yeah and did you remember to build your master piece?"
"Yep." As I said that I pulled out my octet-barrel revolver.
"Good let's go kill Gangplank."
(Gareth's POV)
As we fall yet again we sighted another group falling as well. It was our cousins. We try to flail our arms to greet them but futile because we ended up at another place. Where we ended up is beyond our own words. We looked up on the large banner but somewhat read it because there is no lights active but read it just fine.
"Hall of Heroes" Razor read out.
"I thought Mr. Dewitt and I already went through this place and taken down the soldiers here" exclaimed Elizabeth.
I spoke up and said "I believe we traveled a day or two before mister Dewitt arrived to Columbia."
Razor said raising his arms "as long we are here might as well walk around a tad."
We agreed and walked outside to see the city before it was razed by both Booker and the Vox. It is amazing. The sun shined like it never shone before, the shops active with some customers, the churches filled with people who wished to pray before anything else and the town center filled with fair-goers.
We walked in to the fair when a young woman came up to us and asked "would you care to participate in our raffle?"
We shared looks and happily said "sure." We drew our balls and read out our numbers. "76"
"I got 95, dad."
"I picked up 77."
I turned and said "that's the number that got Booker in trouble."
"When is the raffle" asked Elizabeth excited to find out this new outcome.
"'Bout in an hour" I said with the same expression.
Razor stopped us and said "didn't Booker arrive on May 17, 1913 and 0930?"
Elizabeth and I said "yeah."
He shot his looks at us and said "today is the seventeenth of May 9:30 Am."
We all looked at each other and mouthed 'shit.'