SWMV Issue #1
Chapter 5

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I do not own Star Wars, or any other original content expressed in this work of fanfiction.
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Story rating will remain M throughout due to the main character's language and behavior.

Antihero Monologue Engaged.
Added 10/7/2023
update #5
Dramatis Personae:
Still means "the characters"
My MultiVersal Prophet AnotherVaderFan did not win the estimated 1.4 billion dollar jackpot and remains a blue collar freak.
He thinks it is still wise to waste my precious nanoseconds and give you a recap on the prior chapters character development.
Zar and I just wasted our 5th precious nanosecond traveling back through time to fill in the details.
Evrik Blackriv:
Me. Duh!
Last chapter I found out how indestructible my body was and that I could change into James Bond.
Zar Blackriv: Not in this chapter
Cara Blackriv: Not in this chapter
Banks: Not in this chapter
Kane: Not in this chapter
Scar: Not in this chapter
Zane: Not in this chapter.
Voggaa: Described himself in chapter 1. Not in this chapter.
L-1 Mission Commander. Full designation is Explorer 17c L-1
L-4 Science Officer for the ship. Full designation is Explorer 17c L-4
Explorer 17c AI-01a: The AI Personal assistant of L-1. She is 4 million years old.
Explorer 17c AI-04a: The AI Personal assistant of L-4

The elation I had felt from turning into Sean Connery's version of James Bond then realizing I once again had proper anatomy dangling between my legs... was relatively short lived. Remember? I just heard that pop?

This time I was prepared. I attempted to understand what the fuck was happening. There was that flash of light. The world spun around me in a counterclockwise fashion and kept getting smaller and smaller. Then poof, for a moment I just existed everywhere as I was spread thin over space and time. Pulled through multiple dimensions at once. Only to be reanimated in a clockwise fashion on the other side of some barrier, molecule by molecule in an instant later.

In that blink of an eye later, I stood back in front of the clones L-1 and L4 on Explorer 17c. Right back up above the planet I had just splashed down on.

"What's up fuckfaces" I asked. "Miss me already?"
When they stared at me blankly, I sighed and continued.

"You know, it's no wonder your so-called Explorers enjoy their fake afterlife. You let them go anywhere they want. Be anything they want to be. Then they die all over again when they fail. The Eternal punk who was moonlighting as Senator Palpatine was just assassinated by the way. Killed by my former team member Scar. How the fuck was he old? Do you have any clue that each time your Explorers take over someone's life, you are creating a new branch of time? Or is that your evil mastermind plan all along?" Then I gasped, replaying what I just said in my crystal skull. "Holly shit! I am still talking like James Bond!"

I held out my hands, they were flesh! I looked down. Yep, that was there too!

"Yes!" I did a few pelvic thrusts for the pure fun of it.

L-1 looked at L-4 and blinked its big eyes. Unlike Voggaa, these little gray freaks never showed anything else besides that blank expression on their fuckfaces. Even when I successfully confused the shit out of them.

"OLA, you there? Come on out lassie! Here girl!" I called out.

"My designation is…" she started to reply but I cut her off.

"OLA! ya I know. I named you. I am not a mindless cyborg fuckface like your…" I was cut off when L-1 and L-4 exhibited some kick ass amazing wizard like powers. They started attacking me with lightning, fireballs, ice, you name whatever kind of magical destructive shit, and they were tossing it at me with both hands.

I loved it!

"Feed me Seymore!" I shouted, turning into that massive flesh-eating plant Audrey II and snapping at the nourishment they threw at me.

Then for the fun of it I wished to be Palpatine like he was near the end of RTOS. "Power!" I shouted in Ian McDiarmid's voice as my body took on Palpy's shriveled form, robes and all. "Unlimited power!" I said soaking it all in.

Then I mimed as if I was shooting force lightning back at them. Imagine my pure bliss when I did indeed shoot force lighting out of my fingers. I had full control of it, I could make it dance, do little figurines… But I was no showoff, so I just blocked the clone's attack.

They were so shocked they stopped and blinked rapidly at me. So, being a nice guy and all, I also stopped. Then in a flash I wanted to be me, so I simply changed into me. Complete with the mole on my ass cheek, my full beard, and short stubby whiskers on my head. "How am I doing this OLA?" I asked, playing through everything that just took place with my now perfect memory.

"By playing with powers you do not comprehend! Please stop now and return to the Explorer Program!" she pleaded.

"Hum…" I said thoughtfully reaching out through my connection to the ships Node Network. I easily felt my way back to the location where the storage program created for me was housed. I prepared to destroy it.

"Don't! Please. If you damage that program, you can damage the others around it. You would be erasing the energy of innocent beings!" OLA tried to create a barrier between me and it.

"Fine! You suicidal AI program. But no more talk about putting me back in there." I growled pulling my senses back inside of myself. "Now, explain just why the hell I saw Scar killing one of your Eternal buddies? What is Voggaa playing at using my team as his personal assassins?" I demanded.

"You are delusional Evrik Blackriv. We watched you through the Explorer-17c's Node Network. You killed the Explorer, it was an Atollian. There has not been an Eternal on an Explorer mission for millions of years." OLA accused.

"Then you are badly mistaken. Or…" My head turned around as I sensed danger. I held out my hand and by instinct created a powerful shield around the stupid square ship I was on. Explorer 17c shook violently for a moment then all calmed down as I absorbed the UTE implosion that would have pulled us into absolutely nothing. Well, not me. I would have survived. The fuckfaces and their paper-thin walled ship would have been toast.

Both clones touched their ears. "The Universe we are in has been erased. A second Universal Temporal Eraser has been detonated. This is improbable. No Explorer Ship has ever survived that scale of implosion before." L-1 spoke in his flat voice.

I burped loudly and rubbed my tummy. "Man, that was good!" Turning to the side I stuck it out and lifted my camouflage shirt. "Does it look like that universe made me fat?" I asked L-4.

"Your crystalline entity form maintains the same parameters that it did…" I cut him off with the wave of a hand.

"Alright shut up." I said as Owen Lars. Then I went on a rip of my favorite movie character impressions aided by using their voice and likeness.

Why? I mean come on that trick is getting old!
Well, respectfully reader… I was using my newly absorbed and now multi universal powers to completely lock down the AI programs on E17c. I then created my little show as a diversion, so the little gray freak crew members would not realize their AI assistants went missing. At the same time, I used that same AI access point to compel the crew to only pay attention to me.

Once convinced for a few nanosecs that I held the entire crew's attention, I started pulling all the information I could from the Eternal Node Network. A task that took far longer than simply pulling the data on E17c's one node. I pulled Explorer Ship locations, current Explorer's in the field. Fuck, Ola was right. The last Eternal on mission was millions of years ago. That discovered I searched for any possible descriptions of my friends who were evidently time traveling millions of years into the past. More importantly I was looking for dirt on that little shit Voggaa.

I had just turned into Darth Vader when the ship shook again. I sensed that we had been pulled to the Eternal Utopia, the home of the Eternal Civilization for the last 8 million years. The ship was forcefully ripped apart as an entire army of clones raised their weapons and aimed them at me.

Flying above and mentally controlling the clone army I saw 13 shadowy forms wearing flowing white robes.

L-1 and L-4 scrambled for cover as I raised a clenched fist at Voggaa. "Join me Voggaa!" I shouted in a perfect match of James Earl Jones' deep bass rumble. "It is the only way you can save your bitch ass!"

End of Chapter 5.

Post Chapter notes.

I see some reading the story. Tell me what you think.

Evirk is well on his way to antihero status with this chapter. Rapidly losing the lighter connection of his family man side and fully grasping his darker and carefree mercenary side. So much so that he will soon start the infamous antihero monologue. He, he, he.

** Updated on 10/07/2023
Well above you can see the notes where the Antihero Monologue had originally started. Then he decided he needed to come back and do chapter by chapter updates making me touch up the notes. Sigh.