Chapters Phantasmagoria
Chapter 1
Jump Start
A flash from the open door let me know that I was right. Revolver drawn, I ran into the open doorway and…
“Hello this is Scootaloo you probably know me from…”
“Who are you?”
The story you’re about to read are… my friend’s adventures.
This is a compilation of his stories through time and space.
Please note that info has been changed, not to make the story more entertaining, but for his safety.
WARNING the first chapter of this is not for anyone who has weak mind.
If you think you can not handle it please fell free at any time to skip
to the next chapter.
“Graduation is only a week away… We have to do something to celebrate.” My friend said as we walked down the hall.
“Why don’t we all go to that new restaurant?” Jason said
“Sure, I have been meaning to try it,” I replied as we came towards the stairs. Looking around for our other friends, I watched someone enter the school.
She is and adult with the most unique hair. Her hair is white with a red and gold streak running through it. She is wearing a beautiful dress. But oddly, she wears a big, metal, medical box on her back. She stepped into the school office. She had silenced everyone just with her beautiful look alone.
Then three rapid shots were fired. The shooter had a light machine gun with a large drum magazine. It looks like the RPK except for there is something off about them. He is wearing a black suit and tie.
There are 2 more 1 was entering the first set of doors. The man’s eyes scanned the crowd of students like a hawk looking for its prey. His eyes locked on me as he lowered his gun to fire… BLAM! Pump! BLAM! Pump! BLAM! Pump! 3 shots, the shells hit the floor in rapid succession.
The girl that had just stepped into the office had stepped out with a combat shotgun. The metal box on her back is open. The second guy was just coming in shouting as he raised his gun.
“WHO THE HELL ARE-” BLAM! Pump! He just learned what it meant to have a face full of lead. As the second guy hit the floor, the third took cover against the wall and started to aim at me. BLAM! A twin shot rang out from outside as the third guy hit the floor. Her focused expression was lost after the twin shot rang out. She walks over cautiously as the blood pools. She seems a little sad, but is hiding. She slips the combat shotgun into her metal back-pack and picked up the machine gun closest to her and slips it into her medical pack as well.
She walks over to the 2nd guy who had not moments ago had learned what it meant to have a face full of lead and now is a convenient propping the door open. She picks up his gun in her left hand making sure not to step in the pooling blood and walks through the open door and over to the guy that died from the twin shot and picks up his gun with her right hand and walks out the door and out of sight.
I pulled out my phone, reading 1:07. I quickly swipe the screen and dial 911. Ring… Ring
“911, what’s your emergency?” she asks calmly. I spoke in a stunned tone at the operator.
“We need emergency service down at Cornelius High school. Shots have been fired” Some student started crying, some looked up at me with either hope or worry, and most we still stunned.
“Sir? Can you tell me what’s happening?”
So I explained what just happened. Everyone was staring at me with shocked, confused, or hopeful expressions. Then I told the operator: “I am going to move everyone who could have seen something into the gym. That way, when the police get here, they know who all would know something” I am still stunned, but being filled with courage.
I was standing just within side the gym with my friend when the police showed up. Its five minutes later my personal shock had died away as the police started asking questions. My friends and I are just inside the doors of the gym then the police took me outside to get my story. I told them everything I told the 911 operator. Then the news van showed up along with a few parents. After finishing up telling my story to the police, I went over to the news reporter and gave them the same story I gave the police. By the time I finished, parents were showing up left and right, worried about their kids. Then I saw the ambulance. One of my few fellow students was being loaded. As I would soon the 3 shot that the first guy came through the floor. 1 shot went through his desk, the 2nd entered his right heel and traveled up his leg and stopped just before the kneecap the 3rd went through his thigh. He was putting the last of his things in his bag which was sitting to his left right next to him.
Chapter 2
The Media
A cannot count how many time I have called the news stations this week. The news keeps trying to twist my story either making me more heroic or villainous then I was, or for that matter the girl with the white hair with gold and red streaks running through it. All the news stations except for FOX are making her out to be a villain. Then you have the politics and the gun control people. eesh! Lets just not go there.
Then there is info I got out of the police. It’s scary, they know that it’s a 9.28 X 42, but it did damage consistent to a 12.25 X 72 round. The only thing that was consistent was the penetration. Never the less, things are rough, my brothers and sister were all worried about me, school was canceled for the rest of the week and my friends are a little shaken up.
I am excited for tonight, my friends and I are going to that new restaurant, hopefully this Monday night. Hopefully we can put last Monday behind us once and for all.
I pull into my parking space and turn off my 1977 Dodge Challenger. I took off my seat belt and sat there for a minute and admired the worn black interior before stepping out. I walked over to the doors where 3 of my friends were already waiting. We had 2 more coming. So we waited outside making pleasant small talk.
As the last of us showed up, we headed in and started ordering. I ordered a Cheeseburger combo and filled up my cup with Dr. Pepper.
The restaurant’s layout is simple. The counter where you order was at the front, the soda machine to the left of that, and to the right was a hallway that lead to the bathroom. There were 3 exits, one to the left of the soda machine, one straight across to the right counter, and one to the front right side. The tables were laid out in 4 straight rows in front of (the) counter, and 3 across to the right counter, and one to the front right side. Me and my friends pulled the middle 2 together and sat down while waiting for our meals.
They brought our meals out to us, our conversations continued until I said, “Guys, we need to talk about Monday.” Everyone went silent
“What about it?” Victor asked in a questioning tone.
“Those 3 guys were there for a reason.” I said
“So was that girl.” Pileup said
“What are you trying to say Sky Stroke?” Branden said in a stern tone.
“Those 3 guys could have just started mowing everyone down, but they didn't.” I said
“Maybe they just wanted to see their victims bef-…” Victor was saying when I cut him off.
“If that was the case, then why did he stop looking over the crowd when he saw the 4 of us?” Gesturing towards the 3 others who were beside me when the shooting happened. Stunned Silence.
“Because they were looking for someone” I said
“Or something.” Jim said.
“No, because when he looked in our direction, he started lowering his gun. He had found whoever he was looking for.” I said. A girl had walked in before I had finished. She is wearing a trench coat and her left sleeve seemed to have something under it which glowed green under it. She walked over and slipped a folded piece of paper in front of me and continued to the counter. The fabric on the left side isn't flowing right.
“Who was that?” Wedge asked
“I don’t know” I answered as I unfolded the paper. The paper said. “When you finish reading this, duck. 5.46 With Tax. I ducked and I heard a bullet shatter glass and fly over my head. I pulled my head up and looked over at the girl who gave me the note as she drew a revolver. The revolver is a 45 magnum with a scope and pearl handle. I jumped up and ran to the nearest empty table as the next round shattered the glass and whizzed by my head. BLAM! That little pistol rang out. In the distance the sound of metal hitting concrete followed by Sirens.
“You!” she said pointing a finger at me will lowering the revolver “come with me!”
“Why?” I responded
“Because there are more coming, and I would prefer not to be here when they show up.”
“I can’t just flee from the scene of the crime!” The police car sounded, like it’s only a block away when a roaring machine gun opened fire.
“WE NEED TO GO NOW!” she said. She raised her revolver toward the nose of the machine gun as the sirens die off. I started running to my car and right as I stepped out the window, I saw the truck with the machine gun to my left up the street a little ways.
The truck has a ram bar off road suspension 50 caliber machine gun and a man. BLAM! Who was manning it a second ago… But, instead decided to fall out the back. I finish my sprint to the car, unlocked it, opened the door, get in my car, close the door. BLAM! Unlock passenger door, keys in ignition, start car as passenger door opens, slam the car in reverse as passenger gets in, I hit the gas as (the) passenger door closes. I swing the front of the car to the left, then 1st gear forward left to go through parking lot exit, right to go down the street away from the truck.
I check my rear view mirror, there happened to be a van between us and the truck. I had turned my head to the right to start asking her questions as we went through the intersection. She was looking over her left shoulder, looking out the rear window. Went I said “50 cal. Truck, 4 o’clock.” She had already opened the passenger side window. I looked to the rear view mirror right as the van got hit. The van spun out into oncoming traffic.
The first truck is now in plain view. There’s a bullet hole in the front window on the passenger side. The driver of the truck looked mad and BLAM! Was trying to catch up but instead was going slightly right. I checked the road then back to the rear-view mirror the 2nd truck is 50% clear of the other truck. BLAM! The 50 caliber machine gunner was going to engage, but instead, he decided to swing the gun let and up while falling in to the bed of the truck.
The man in the passenger seat unbuckled his seat belt. BLAM! And moved no more. CLICK! The revolver was out. I had made it into the 5th gear, so there was no way that truck was going to catch my black Dodge Challenger with blue racing stripes, But it didn't stop him from trying. The girl tossed the revolver on the dash, and pull out a non-scoped one with a black handle. I know who she is.
On the pearl handle of the scoped revolver is 3 apples painted on. I looked back to the road. BLAM! Then back to the mirror. The truck veered left into oncoming traffic, and got hit by a car. She slipped back in, put on her seat belt, and was rolling up the window when I said:
“So, where to, Little Pip?” I asked calmly. She looked over at me with surprise.
“How do you know who I…? Oh, the revolver.”
“Yep.” The car slowed down as I eased up on the gas.
“To your house,” Little Pip said.
“Was that Velvet at the school last Monday?”
Pip sigh “Yes”
“Calamity?”
“Yes”
“Why are you all here?”
She paused for a moment, then said, “To protect you.”
“Me? Why me?”
“Let’s just say you’re going to do great things,”
We were almost to the turn to go up the street to my house when the conversation went silent. We pulled into the driveway. I just turned off the engine when Little Pip spoke up.
“You need a gun.”
“What?” I responded. She pulled out the revolver with the black handle and set it on the dash.
“No, I can’t take this.” I said
“Keep it on you at all times.”
“What makes you think I am going to take it?”
“2 reasons, 1, you know that you’re being hunted, and 2, you’re not stupid.” I grabbed the revolver off the dash and looked at it. Little pip rolled up her sleeve and checked time on her pit boy.
“I’ve got to go.” Little Pip stated
“OK”
She climbed out of the car and went down the road, out of site.
I examined the gun closely. It’s a black ascension revolver with a 6 shot cylinder. I checked the brake ascension, cylinder rotation and bullets. When I was finished examining the gun, I got out of the car and walked inside my home and straight up to my room.
I know what’s coming. The news is going to be all over this. I recalled the trucks. My bedroom door swung open as my younger sister walked in.
“Sky?” she asked questioningly.
“Yes?” I responded in a calm tone.
“Can you design something for me?”
“Ya, sure.” I got up from my bed and moved over to my writing desk.
Authors note
Sky Stroke did not describe his old bedroom, but I have seen what it looks like. Start from the door leading into his room, there is a writing desk with a closet to the right. When you step into the room and look right there’s a bed to the left of it. There’s a rug with a city on it and to the right 2 dressers.
“Can you design me a sports car that’s fast and looks cool?”
“Ya sure” I sat down and pulled out a pic of grid paper and a pencil. I began designing the car. The design started out simple and with input from my sister, the car started to look better. In a matter of minutes, my sister had designed a great-looking car.
“So, how did lunch go?” My sister asked.
“Not as well as I would have hope” I responded.
“What Happened?”
“I would prefer not to talk about it right now.”
“Okay,” my sister and I talked about a few other things before she stepped out. After she left my, thoughts started whirling out of control. I will get no sleep tonight.
THUD! My head jolts back up. No not again. It’s Tuesday and this is the 5th time today. At least it’s just 3rd period, just one more period to go.
“Sky, are you okay?” The teacher asked.
“Not after what happened last night and what’s going to be happening today. I’m going to be lucky if I can get any sleep throughout the week.” I replied in my sleep deprived tone.
“And, what happened last night?” she asked. Well, no point in trying to hide it. I opened my mouth to speak when (name) spoke up for me.
“Last night, there was another shooting, and this time they made the target clear,”
The teacher asked the question. “Who?” in a questioning tone.
“me,” I said flatly. “and before you ask, yes I am, yes I've talked to the police. No, I don’t know why I am being hunted, and no, I don’t know who is after me.”
I could see the look on her face go pale. “Go ahead and sleep. It sounds like you are going to need it.”
Later, I had just got out of school and walked over to my car and stepped in. I pulled out my phone and looked at the check list that I made the night before.
Go to school- check
Go to the police station- blank
Buy combat boots- blank
Survive the day-blank
So, to the police station I go.
At the police station, I told the cop most of what happened last night. I skipped over the part where she gave me the revolver and the realization of who she was. Then the police surprised me
I thought I was going to get a police escort, not a SWAT escort. I was given a number that I had to call before I went anywhere that way they would have time to get the SWAT van in position to escort me. Sure it’s a 15 to 30 minute wait, but It should be worth it.
Thursday. After School, I went to the store to pick up some goodies and some thank you cards for the men in the SWAT who had to escort me. Hopefully, there will be no more attempts on my life, that way by the end of the week, I can go from a SWAT escort to a police escort. I had just pulled out of the parking lot with the bearcat right behind me when one of those 50 cal. Truck came barreling around a corner a block away. The gun was sitting in the back right corner of the truck and went it stopped sitting, he stood up and as he grabbed the 50 cal. He went wide eyed. the road that we had turned onto has 4 lanes and the traffic is minor.
The S.W.A.T. van went barreling past me to my left. The 50 cal. roared to life shooting at the Bearcat for only a second or two. CRASH!
The two men inside the truck were finally drawing their pistol when… BANG! BANG!
BSSSHH WOO… BOOM!
The truck went swerving out of control as the 50 cal. machine gunner flew off and hit the ground bloodily. The truck isn't very much better most of and it is veering to its left. Because of the lack of a rear left wheel. I turned and saw the other 50 cal. truck as a bullet went through the Driver side window. It swerved into a cr. Physics once again were not on the gunner’s side and he flew off. The passenger try to pull a gun but was quickly shot. I would find out later that there were support to be 2 more.
When I got home, the S.W.A.T. Team explained what happened to my dad. After the S.W.A.T. team left, my dad told me to wait in the family room. My dad stepped into his room for a moment and then came back out with an old, beat-up journal
“Sky Stroke,” He said a come pinned tone
“Yes” I said will eyed the journal from what I could see of it. there is a magic spark on the worn brown leather cover.
“This is my old… spell journal. I want you to have it.” he said. I look at it skeptically as he handed it to me.
“Well, um… thank you… I don’t know what to say.”
He grinned and said “A huge will be good enough” I chuckled and then gave him a hug.
Late that night, I was pouring over the spells. Each Page had a spell written in a special format.
Name of Spell
Effect of said spell
How to cast it said spell
Mental tricks to help cast it.
and if any danger, what are they
(Something blacked out)
(Page Number)
Inside the title page, my father’s name was sight. Star Swirl the Bearded.
Midway through the book, the writing Stopped aside from page numbers. On the last page, written in spell format, there was a time travel spell that would in quick summary send a “Pony” back to a desired point in time.Where the blacked-out part should have been was written: “Incomplete” in red letters.
For this spell, unlike most, the spell this one used numbers. Under how to use the spell, line 2 it read: “A random number for milliseconds, then year, month, day, hour, minute, second. That you want to manipulate. I started shuffling through the spell and noticed a pattern. First, you would summon the magic need and then depending on the spell would depend on if the spell could just be case or if it needed extra preparation like binding the magic or doubling the magic. I wrote the Time travel spell as an Equation:
X(input)-A= Y(output)4=N(needed magic)
Then I realized what was wrong. It wasn't millisecond, it must be some type of inter dimensional code or number or something like that.
chapter 3
Graduation
Friday the day I have been waiting for all year. A day that I have come to dread in the past 2 weeks. Other those 3 guys were taken out I hoped that it was all over then after the shooting at the Cafe I know I was being hunted and after those 3 trucks were taken out, I had a piece of the resuin (resumed?). I never liked the idea of destiny, that no matter what I do it’s all going to end the same way.
Author’s Note
I have to thank anyone who continued reading to this point. It probably wasn’t that hard since I stuck to all the action. My friend Sky Stroke took his time explaining all the travel information, so here it is in quick summary: he got and got ready for the day. One hour before it was time to go he put the outfit and drive in a separate car from his family. the room they were doing even in has 8 sets of doors. 2 in the back, 2 just before the stage, 2 on the the stage, and 2 the 2nd balcony.
We were flipping over tassel when I a sniper rifle per and just as suddenly disappear on the 2nd floor balcony. The 2 doors in the back swung open, 3 guy stepped in from the 2 open doors. They all carried the RPK-looking weapons. I was sitting middle row right side, directly to my left is 1 of the stage doors which swung open as the brother of steel… PSSS! CLANK! CLANK!
The Steel ranger had turned to the left. On the back of the Applejack’s ranger there are 2 boxes. The one on the left side pop open as an automatic grenade launcher came out. The grenade launcher raised 135 then the qim separated from the bottom of the barrel, then the joint raised the barrel 45. On the shoulder there are apples painted and he is standing his ground defiantly. All of the machine guns quickly opened fire. One, Two, Three, and then they ceased fire realizing that all of the bullets had either failed to penetrate or had ricocheted off. In a low gravuly (?) ton, The Applejack’s ranger said “My turn.”
FOMP! BOOM! FOMP! BOOM!
With 2 shots from his grenade launcher, he had killed all of the intruders. I reached down and pulled out my revolver. When I looked up, the door front left of the stage open with Little Pip backing through it.
“We need to go!” Little Pip said. then the back left door opened and a man with an assault rifle came running in. BLAM! The two boys in front of me Screaming their heads off as they clenched their ears. I had just killed someone. I had a lot of practice, scout camp, hunting but the most important piece of my “Training” had to be the gun range.
When my dad got his Concealed Carry Permit he went out and bought a pistol. My dad gather me and my brothers and took us out to the gun range. the pistol he bought was a colt 45. He taught us how to shoot it. We all know gun safety, so none of us got shot, but that day we learned how to shoot a target 100 feet away that’s the size of a mouse.
I look at what I had just done shocked out of my mind. Then the door to the right of the stage burst open with Velvet flying through it and landing hard on her back. She has multiple cuts and bruises. She reached down to her side, and grabbed the bottle with purple liquid in it, took off the cap, and drank greedily. Her cuts and bruises immediately started to vanish. She swang her shot gun up, as the shoor opened. BLAM! Pump! Little Pip pulled out a radio and Said “Calamity, we need you to get us out of here!”
CRASH
“Where to?” I said
“Your house.” and we set off towards my home.
Forward . Forward is a direction of motion. The Direction of which I am going both mentally and physically.
I pulled into the driveway. We could hear the sirens in the distance. Velvet and I climbed out of the car and walked over to the front door and asked Velvet to go downstairs and grab a suitcase or 2 while I go upstairs and get everything ready. I unlocked the door I went up the stairs as Velvet goes through the family room to the stairs, to the basement. I step into my room and got to work. I had just set down my 14 shirt when Velvet stepped in and walked over to my bed and set down the 2 suitcases.
“So are we going from hotel to hotel, or an RV” I asked
“We have and armored semi-truck,”
“So, do I need to leave my car?”
“No, we are ditching the van”
“Ok,” I pulled out a tout full of my old school stuff and pulled out all of my drawings, then I went to my desk and did the same. I put all of my drawings in a folder and then placed the folder in the smaller of the two suit cases. In the big suitcase, I pacesd (placed?) all the clothing that I had set out. I also grabbed my swim suit, then I had to figure out what else I am going to bring. I am going to bring my laptop and desktop because of all the research I had done on them. The laptop is enough to fit in the smaller of the 2 suitcase, but the desktop would have to be carried out. The bigger suitcase is full of the ecincls (essentials?) unlike the smaller one which is only a quarter of the way full, so to fill it, I grabbed my Luna plushie, and a plushie of my OC and yes, I am a Brony. Anyway, I throw in some ponies I had got from blind bags, some comic con and thats what finally filled thee suitcase. I put the plushy in last and as I pulled them out from the drawer, I keep them. Velvet spoke up. “Where…. how…. why?”
“Because, why not?” I replied.
“I recognize Luna, but who is that?” Gesturing to my OC."
"Who I would want to be if I was there.”
“O… Okay,” She helped me zip up the suit cases. Then I went into the offices and unplugged my desktop and grabbed all the wires that I am going to need.
Author’s Note
His computer is a gaming computer, 3 video cards, a physics X card, 2 terabyte Hard Drives, an 8 core processor and a power supply to power it all. Why have I mentioned this? Because it is important for later on.
I grabbed my monitor, set it on top of my pc. Then I picked it all up and walked out to my car and put it in the trunk. Velvet brought the two suitcases down with her and she lifted it into the other side of the trunk. I asked “Can I leave a note?”
“Yes, but make it fast,” Velvet replied. I went up to my writer table, wrote the note, then went out to my car, hopped in and left with the white van close behind.
When we got to the semi an amber alert had been activated. We had to destroy the van and hide the challenger. Which, wouldn’t be hard. We have a semi.
Wait… no understatement… we have a tank that looks like a semi with a trailer. The semi with a sleeper cab with the exception of fuel tanks which have clearly visual layer of armor. The trailer has a few changes that I could see like the connection between the semi truck and trailer. The rest of the trailer looked pretty standard from my point of view, until I opened up the back. The image below shows the trailer’s rough layout.
Author’s note
I did the sketch of the trailer for safety reason.
We shoved explosives into the van, poured gas all over it. Steelhooves taught me how to operate the mini gun turret. Then, I got some target practice.
That was quite the Hollywood except for the fact that the van was completely obliterated. I retracted the turret and we set off.
Calamity was driving, Steelhooves is looking out the window at least I think he is, Velvet is playing with the Pierlight, her pet Bellfire Phoenix and Me and Little Pip are making a plan.
“So, now that we know what parts we need, where do we go to find them?” Little Pip asked.
I responded “Well, most of these circuits we can buy online…”
“Online?”
“Never mind that… I’ll explain when we go to order the parts as for those other part eee”
“What?”
“Well, most of these parts are military grade equipment.”
“What’s the problem with that?
“Well, this stuff we are going to have to enter military bases to get,”
“Oooo,”
“Yea,”
The truck just came to a stop. Calamity said “I have a 50 cal. truck in front” (Temporary) of us.” I paused for a second then said “They're not shooting at us so don’t do anything stupid and they wouldn't notice us” I was right. We went unnoticed by everyone. They just thought we are an ordinary Semi-truck.
Upgrades . Nightfall. Calamity has been driving all day. for most people (or pony), this would be an amazing feat, but knowing Calamity, it’s nothing. We pulled in to a truck stop so that Calamity and Steel Hooves can switch. Once Calamity got out the driver’s seat, and Steel Hooves got in. Calamity then came to the back of the Semi where I am at.
“So… how much fuel is there in the tank?”
“Well, the truck has a fuel talsmans (?)”
“Oh Well, do you have some petcherl (Petrol?) talsmans?”
“Eeyup,”
“Do you think we can could put them on my car?”
“I reckon we could,”
“Great,”
“Hey, While we are doing that, why don’t we add some armor and maybe a little bit of firepower?”
“Sure… what do we got?”
“I know, we have some extra armor and a 50 cal.”
I pulled out a piece of grid paper and the said “so, What would you recommend for making my car combat ready?”
Calamity and I stayed up most of the night designing the Defense challenger. The next morning, I showed Little Pip the concept drawing for the modifications to my car while Calamity got some much needed sleep. Little Pip agreed with the plan, but mentioned that we would have to stop somewhere to do it. I pulled out a map, figured out our location and plotted a course. 2 hours later, we had found a workshop and started modifying the car. 2 days later, we finished. The car looks like it did before except for when we want it to . But with a few noticeable differences like (Better accelerating, Faster around track. Better brakes, and never stopping to refuel.)
then there are the modifications that can be added in a moments notice such as extra armor, ram, and a 50 cal. turret which is controlled from the passenger seat. the 50 cal has the round generator and a gyro gun setup. Now its back to work, we are heading out to get the first of the parts.
Leaving the dimension. a month later we have all of the parts through buying parts of having Xenith us her stealth clock to go and get them. We had no problems getting the parts, now we need to test the device which looks like a slightly larger pitboy.As we pulled onto the highway for the first time in a month the twin minigun turret raced and the dodge challenger defender was released with Velvet Remedy at the wheel with Calamity as the gunner. The Semi is being driven by Xenith with Steel Hooves operating the semi’s 50 cal. turret and Little Pip operating the trailer’s twin mini-gun turret. My device is hooked up, ready to make the inter-dimensional jump.
“We are ready, hopefully they are not.” I said
“Is everyone ready?”
Velvet Responded “Ready Shshsh”
Steelhooves said “Ready Opp”
Little pip said in a low tone “Let’s do this.”
I activated the device. On the screen, popped up “Preparing for inter-dimensional travel” “The device is preparing to stand by.” We had 30 more seconds of peace before Calamity radioed in “Contact 6 o’clock,” Then a 50 cal. truck opened fire. then I heard another 50 cal. this one fired a 3-round burst and then both fell silent. then another burst, then another. Calamity then said “Contact eliminated” then Little Pip spoke in a concerned voice. “There’s an enemy little assault vehicle about a mile out behind us. Wait, no, there’s 2!” then I grabbed my radio and said into it “Prepare for heavier and heavier contacts,” Then I looked towards the front of the truck and yelled “Xenith! See how fast you can make this truck go!” the twin V12 diesel engines roared, the truck started gaining speed. BANG! BANG! BANG! Then the 50 cal. opened creating an unholy course of death. A jet aircraft raced overhead, Little Pip quickly rotated the turret.
the space fighter looped around not expecting the torrent of bullets that about to be unleashed. Little Pip aimed little ahead and pulled the trigger.
Change of Perspective
Perspective: Fighter Pilot
I had just finished my and was lining my crosser where the vehicle was going to be then a semi about 10 car lengths ahead unleashed 2 continuous streams of bullets. the bullets hit my fighter like asteroid. The bullet ripped the plane apart a paper, before I know it, my heads up display was telling me to eject. So I did, and I watched the aircraft separated into 3 crudl cut part which hit the ground and exploded.
Change of Perspective over
resuming of Sky Stroke’s point of view, the aircraft exploded. The formatting is nearly complete so I said into the radio “Velvet, we are almost ready, get close to the truck and prepare for us to drop the ramp.” Velvet responded “Got it.” I replied as i hit the button.
The ramp lowered as Velvet re-hovered the car into position. Something popped up on the inter dimensional device which demanded my attention. I looked over and read “formatting complete” I picked up the radio and said “We are ready, so get the car in here and let’s get out of here”
Velvet line up the car and pulled into the back of the trailer as a 10 mm round bounced off the armored hide of the trailer. I activated the inter dimensional time machine and… FLASH!
We… We reappeared in a grass field. I quickly adjusted the inter dimensional code and flash.
We reappeared on a road I gave Xenith a chance to slow down. The truck before I used the time machine again. FLASH!
We appeared on a dirt road in a forest. Xenith pulled the truck off to the side left side of the road. We prepared to go to bed for the night. A mighty crash of thunder rang out as a flash of light flashed through the glass of the cab of the truck. I was sleeping in the sleeper cab on the right. Little Pip quickly got up and drew our revolvers. I looked out the window and saw some humanoid-looking at the truck with its hands raised, I got up and moved slowly to the passenger seat. He noticed me immediately. but he just stood there with his hands raised. Little pip follow me as his pistol strapped to his side. After Little Pip had climbed out and closed the door I said “Who are you and what do you want?” The stranger replied “I am Sujuk and I am here to…”