The
transporter brought her into a glass walled room, several odd looking aliens
rushed about the place. Four large doors
led out of the room and one of these swung open as she stepped off the
platform. A taller alien motioned for
her to follow as she took in the rest of the chamber. Images flitted about on the ceiling, alien vistas
and people, places that could have been Earth, others might have been old
battles. Confused, she said nothing.
She followed
the alien throughout the hallways and chambers of the Grand Hall. He stopped before a massive door and motioned
for her to follow him through it and into one last gigantic room. He walked quickly to its center and several
other aliens moved away and went about their business.
The
Chronicler ran his hand over the rough surface of the stone, what people on
Earth would call Quartz. The hand flared
with energy and a layer glowed in response.
"I am
called the Chronicler, chief archivist of the Catalogers. We are of an alien species, members of a race
that watch and take note of everything that happens within our realm. We stand before the Knowledge, the database
which we store all that we have viewed."
"Why are
you telling me all this?"
"Because,
Knowledge is Power. You are sorely
lacking in this respect. You are young,
and in great need of a guiding hand."
The Chronicler spoke quietly, respecting the sanctity of the holy place.
"If you
say so."
"Then
allow me to tell you the tale of..."
SATURDAY SUPER STORIES - STAND ALONE 1
- Command and Conquer
"SENTINEL
I ORDER YOU TO RETREAT!!" The Commander screamed over the sounds of the
last of the metal shearing the reactor from its mooring.
"That is
a negative Commander; I will not leave your side. Those are my orders."
Sentinel responded.
"Dammit..."
He was cut off as the Reactor violently shuddered one last time and exploded,
the freezing waves cascading outward, engulfing the laboratory and breaking the
Chrono Platform, rupturing the containment and a second wave encompassed the
Commander, growing for several more feet before snapping back, imploding back,
leaving a slight mist in the air as the temperatures evened themselves back out
again.
The area was
clean in a 40 foot radius around the Reactor breach. Sentinel scanned the zone
and settled in for what could be a long wait.
Years Pass...
It began as a
slow rumble, deep in the soil. Dust and some debris from the ancient facility
drifted down from the rafters above. A whirring sound pierced the air, as
Sentinels functionality reasserted itself. Its head turned, and scanned the
area. "Chronal Event in progress."
"You
dont say." Sentinels head spun around and sought out the owner of the
voice. A woman leaned against the wall to the far side of the reactor chamber,
a thing cigarette burning low, and close to the filter. A small pile of them
were scattered around the floor. "Cool your heels Robo Jock."
"I am
not Robo Jock, I am designated Sentinel."
"Oh I
know all about you chuckles. You and my father used to be chums, back in the
war, and when you were still a part of the world." She dropped the
cigarette to the ground and stamped a combat boot heel down on it. "Any
time now. We've been getting readings from the facility for a few days now."
"We?"
"The
Column. We're the newest super secret agency out there."
"Ah."
"Don’t
be like that. We're the good guys."
"I have
heard that before." Sentinel looked her over. "Are you Jackson Blacks
daughter?" She nodded. "You have his...eye." She smirked.
"Yup,
and my mother’s lips and ass. Dear old Dad told me all about you and this place
before he passed a few years back. So when I took over the Column from Haines I
set up a monitoring system for when the Commander might come back. Technology
is light years ahead of the Steampunk tech you originated from."
"This
does not surprise me. I am...or was the peak of technological advancement when
I crafted." The floor visibly began to shift, and a cool breeze filled the
air. "Soon." Sentinel stated. She nodded again.
The air
continued to cool and soon a layer of frost covered a massive forty foot
expanse of the ground, in a perfect circle.
Little sparks
of lightning arced in the air. Sentinel remained where he was, but Chalm was
forced back a few steps. The electricity in the air continued, growing faster
and closer together, until a perfect half sphere covered the circle on the
ground.
Larger bolts
struck the ground inside the sphere, and suddenly the entire thing exploded
outwards, and knocked Sentinel and Chalm to the ground.
The dust
settled quickly, and the sounds of metal pinging as it cooled filled the room.
"Is anyone still up?" A voice asked from the area. Nicolette picked
herself up and stared into the darkness.
"Commander?
Is that you?" She asked.
"I'm
afraid not woman." The voice seemed to pull at her, she drew her
ArcPistol, and aimed it towards the sound. "Ah, I see even after all of
these years the technology I helped pioneer is still in existence."
"Who are
you?" Her one good eye kept scanning the area inside the newly recreated
40 foot section of the World War 2 lab.
"I was a
friend to the Allies once, but their betrayal of me and my family forced my
hand. I now come as a conqueror." The voice sounded closer.
"Over.
My. Dead. Body." The new voice sounded strained, and a large collision
sounded from within the darkness, and it was followed by the sounds of fierce
battle.
"Commander!!"
"You're
darn tooting Cro!!" The Commander leapt into the air and swiftly struck
the chin of the Super Scientist Dr. Cro with a roundhouse kick. He flew
backwards into the remains of the reactor.
The Commander
landed and ran towards him, his hand forming a fist. "You failed again
Commander." Cro glowed for a moment, as his technology pulled the last
vestiges of energy from the Reactor and he vanished.
"Darn
it." The Commander cried as he slid to a stop. He shook his fist in
frustration. "Why do they always get away at the last second. These things
always play out like a bad serial."
"Um
Commander?" He turned and looked at Sentinel and the young woman moving
towards him. "Welcome to the 20th Century."
TBC in
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