Shattered Dimensions
Chapter 2, Obsession Part 1
Dimension 2
Zhianwuo's POV
I shoved our prisoner, from the war ship I snuck aboard, into my master's throne room. He had a terrified stare plastered on his face, unsure of what was to come next. When we reached my master, I shoved him into a kneeling position. My master had his back to us, as he was talking to Talon. Talon is an interesting person. He is incapable of feeling any mortal emotion. And I have never heard him talk. My master gives him an order, and he just nods his head. It's weird. His body is covered in blue, red, green, white tattoos. Blue symbolizes water. Red symbolizes fire. Green symbolizes earth. White symbolizes air. My master explained that being together on Talon's body symbolizes harmony of the four elements. In this day and age, it symbolizes that the four nations, well three now, are meant to live in harmony as one; instead of being separate.
"Master, I have brought the prisoner as you asked," I called to him. He finished speaking to Talon and walked over to the prisoner and me.
"On your feet," he commanded the prisoner. The prisoner did as he was told. My master looked him over, like when you intend to buy an ostrich-horse.
"So, you are the one that everyone is making a fuss over. You're not so great. Not even worthy of a beggar status," he said. The prisoner was scared shitless. Even though he didn't show it; I could see it in his eyes.
"He had this strapped to his waist. I believe it is another one of those service pistol things," I said, handing him the weapon. My master looked it over.
"This is a nice piece of engineering. It makes me wonder why we haven't built one of these yet," he said. He continued to look it over. He then put the end of it against the prisoners head. My master then fired it, blowing the back of the prisoners head off. Blood, brain pieces, and skull fragments splattered the ground behind the prisoner.
"What are you doing? We needed him alive," I said, surprised.
"No, we needed him to ensure that they aren't able to use him against us. You are going to go into the future and steal his research, so we can use it. It is much more reliable than relying on his memory," my master said, "Guards! Clean up this mess!" Three guards rushed into the room and began to clean up the body. My master pulled one of them aside and handed him the weapon.
"Get this to our engineers. Have them reproduce it. And try not to trip on your way there," he said. The guard nodded and hurried away. My master turned to me. I nodded and walked away, saving me from being lectured about following orders the first time I am told.
I entered my chambers and set my sword on the table. I walked by, what the humans in the future call, a picture of the one they call Amy. I stopped and looked at it. I then lightly touched it. Soon, you will serve a true purpose. Soon, my obsession will pay off.
"That's a bit creepy," a familiar voice said behind me. I turned to see Yakone leaning against a wall. As he breathed, a small cloud of frost came from his nostrils.
"You're one to speak. I saw the way you were staring at her," I retorted.
"The difference between you and I, is that I don't create a shrine out of pictures of her," Yakone said.
"Be careful, my friend," I said.
"First off, we are not friends. Second off, what are you talking about?" Yakone asked, a smug look on his face.
"You know damn well what I am talking about," I rejoined.
"You're talking about me, somehow, cornering her and raping her, aren't you," Yakone inquired.
"Precisely," I said, "Remember, I can see the future."
"I have experienced a lot of crazy shit. But this is complete horseshit. It is impossible to see the future," Yakone said.
"Believe what you want. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do," I replied, walking into the next room.
Jake's POV
Tyler's Flagship
The Northern Water Tribe
I walked down an empty corridor. It looked like a tornado had blown through there. I advanced slowly towards a door at the end of it. I grasped my head as I felt a sharp pain in it. My eyes shut tightly as there was a bright light. All of the sudden the pain stopped and the light dimmed. Everything seemed normal at first. But then I noticed the air seemed thicker. Then I heard some voices that seemed to come from nowhere. They were faint at first, but then they started to grow louder. And then more joined in, and then more. Then they all grew louder until it was unbearable. And then, they stopped.
"What the hell are you doing down here? No one is allowed down here," someone behind me asked. I had to think of something quickly.
"Sorry sir, I have a lot on my mind. I must have wandered down here while thinking about it," I said. Well, that didn't go smoothly.
"You should probably head up to psych, if it keeps causing you to wander off," he said. That was close.
"Yes sir," I said in a formal tone. He started to walk away. I looked over my shoulder. He was walking casually, very unprofessional. What is wrong with this place? I think I need to have a word with the commandant around here. I began to follow the soldier. He stopped all of the sudden.
"Why are you dressed casually? No one is supposed to be off duty yet," he asked. I forgot I put clothes on over my battle dress. I had to think of something quick. Then I remembered something. No matter the dimension, or whatever this nonsense was, I still outranked him. He still had his back to me. I swiftly removed the coat and pants, revealing my Navy SEALs full battle dress.
"I don't like your tone, E-2!" I barked at him.
"Wait, what!?" He said confused. He swiftly turned around, and had a stunned look on his face, when he saw me in my battle dress.
"Holy shit!" he said, surprised.
"Stow it, E-2!" I barked again.
"Yes sir!" he replied, "Do you mind if I ask who you are?"
"Lieutenant Commander Jake Alverez, Navy SEALs, number 6755380," I said to fulfill his curiosity.
"A Navy SEAL, on this ship? How come nobody tells me these things?" he said aloud to himself.
"Because my presence here is classified. Don't ask why I am here, because that too is classified. Now take me to your CO," I commanded.
"Yes sir!" he said. As we walked down the halls, I could tell he was anxious that a Navy SEAL just showed up on the lower decks one day.
"I have to ask. Did you work with the Raptor Task Force?" he asked. Normally I'd tell someone talking out of line to stow it, but with a euphoric look on his face it was hard to say no. Being that there was a great chance he could die tomorrow.
"No, the SEALs try not to work with any of the people listed in their files. They are basically terrorists with government support. Which seems to make it okay in the United States' case. No, the SEALs were the ones that actually made a difference. The RTF was basically celebrity soldiers in the war. You know, for popularity for the cause for the war in the US," I said. It was obviously not the answer he wanted to hear. The SEALs and the Rangers were the ones making the real difference "behind the scenes".
The Future (two thousand years later)
Undisclosed FOB of Army Rangers in Ohio (presence of DEVGRU? Classified)
Nobody's POV
The video feed from the UAV flying over a compound south of the FOB showed a squad of eight enter the compound.
"Keep a close eye on the RTF. Have you cracked there audio yet? I don't want them trying anything again," CPT Cole Jamison said to SSG Gavin Lawson.
"I've connected us to their channel sir," SSG Lawson responded.
"Good, keep monitoring the compound," CPT Jamison said. Another Ranger came into the room.
"Sir, there are two, unmarked and unidentified Black Hawks approaching. I am unable to signal them. Yet, they have ordered us to stand down," he said.
"This sounds like DEVGRU. Let them land but keep close watch on them," CPT Jamison said.
"Yes sir," the Ranger said. Right as he left, another man walked in. He wasn't in battle gear though, rather a suit and tie. It looked to clichéd to be CIA. Two DEVGRU Operatives followed shortly, and stood on either side of the man in the suit. CPT Jamison walked up to them.
"What the hell is this? You can't just barge in during an operation," CPT Jamison said. He almost immediately cut him off.
"I just did. Special Agent Edward Jones, CIA. The two behind me are Lieutenant Commander Jake Alverez and Lieutenant Commander Arnold Vasquez, DEVGRU," the man in the suit said, holding his hand out. If he was CIA, then that probably isn't his real name. CPT Jamison shook it.
"Captain Cole Jamison, Army Rangers. The man at the computer is Staff Sergeant Gavin Lawson, also Army Rangers," he replied, "To what do I owe the honor of your presence?" CPT Jamison knew better than to be disrespectful to someone who could get all of your information in a matter of minutes.
"I believe you decrypted an audio file from a compound, south of here, about an hour ago. Am I correct?" Special Agent Jones asked.
"Yes sir," CPT Jamison replied.
"Let me hear it," Special Agent Jones said. CPT Jamison led him to the computer adjacent to the UAV monitor. Special Agent Jones put on some earphones and played the recording. When he was done, he removed the earphones and walked over to LCDR Alverez and handed him a flash drive.
"Search the database of known Russian radicals for a match to the voice," Special Agent Jones said.
"Yes sir," LCDR Alverez responded. He then walked out of the room.
"Russians, sir? I thought we were at war with the Fire Nation, not Russia," CPT Jamison responded.
"Probably just a radical group. They shouldn't be too difficult to deal with," Special Agent Jones said.
"Sir, we have two fast-moving aircraft headed this way at one hundred meters and closing," SSG Lawson said, looking at the radar on the monitor above the UAV, "They look like MiGs." Then there were several explosions outside. A Ranger came into the room.
"Sir, there are, what look to be, hundreds of Russian paratroopers dropping from stealth aircraft. What is the plan sir?" the Ranger asked.
"We fight," CPT Jamison replied. There was now another player in this. CPT Jamison knew this would be a fight to the last man.