The Book Master, The Dashie Chronicles

The Book Master

Prologue

Hello. My name is Peter. Though most people call me ‘Pete’ or “The Book Master”

You may be thinking “Who the hell is this guy and why should I give 2 bits about him?”

Well maybe its because you ended up here because you were bored or because of all the hype about My little Pony, or for that matter; My little Dashie, interested you in this story.

I first heard about My little Pony when I first began my job at the organization, it was a common place for the agents to go. Mostly what they said was it was a milkrun most of the time. So I guess I was lucky enough to get this as my first operation

But let me back up and explain myself to you.

I was born on the 20th of August, 1983. I had a rough time growing up and was bullied and eventually turned to shoplifting, alcohol and then one day in a drunken stupor.

Assault. Now imagine yourself 17 years old, on rough withdrawal from alcohol, in prison, awaiting trial for something you can only vaguely remember.

Scary? You bet it was. It was even scarier because my parents had died in the Oklahoma bombings and I had been “adopted” by a gang.

But when I was younger I used to love books. I had gotten 2 library cards (one in my name, the other in my parent’s) I would soak up books like water in a sponge. Even now I was reading a book in my cell about the possible transmutable properties of aluminum.

I was a smart kid but I never really did well in school. I had these ‘ideas’ for all sorts of things: solar panels, sustainable buildings, military weapons and the like. So all in all, I never really focused much on school. I could read, write, do math and basic science, know the difference between my shoulder and my leg, and that was about it.

As I was siting in my cell wondering what to do. I was suddenly blinded by a bright light (it wouldn't be much of a story if I went to prison and stayed there, got out and learned my lesson and then had a normal life, now would it?) A large purple-ish portal opened.

“Meh, what the hell” and I walked through.

As I entered the portal I felt a sort of stretching, but to cut to the actual story and skip a whole bunch of backlog.

Blah blah blah, client, blah blah blah, Book Master, blah blah blah, equipment, blah blah blah, redemption.

“Now get out there!”

Ever watch “Doctor Who”? Yeah, the weird space alien time-traveler.

I, at this stage, am pretty much him minus the Tardis.

What a book master’s job entails is working for “The Client” in obtaining something, whether it be from a TV show, book, or even a video game.

“Wait, wait, wait. So you can travel in time and space, AND transport yourself into media works?”


Well not exactly.

A book master’s job (as I said before) is working for an anonymous client who pays the organization I work with for obtaining a sample of DNA or part of an item. For instance: a sample of blood of a character within a book, or a chipping of say a piece of armor that someone was wearing.

I also have this glove. It is a wondrous managery of science: quantum physics, DNA imprinting and just hardcoded nuclear plutonium technology. It looks like a fingerless bikers glove. Black with red trim. It also has this readout with a projector built into it. Sorta like a mobile computer. It provides me with a readout that I can use to scan people. It’s quite helpful in identifying targets.

It also has a small compartment in which samples can be scanned, sample read It could also turn into any item that I had collected a sample of. For instance if I had a sample of a shield I could turn it into a copy of the shield. It could also teleport us to any point in time and space within a dimensional plane within range of a day or two and about a mile.

To move from plane to dimensional plane we had these aircraft that are fitted with a special reactor that allowed us to move around different dimensional planes. I don’t know the direct science of it, I just know to just stay away or else, kgggh! I was also provided with a Glock 19, 3 clips of ammo plus the one in the gun, plus a shoulder holster. I was to choose my own outfits from their selection.

I finally chose a black, light combat shirt, tan cameo pants, and running shoes and socks.

After a few weeks of training, which involved me training my eyes, ears, and trigger finger, my partner was picked and we started training and eating together. His name was Daniel. He left the army and was a bit older than I was. Since the organization's main base is orbiting a black hole, people come on and out all the time. On the base you barely age which keeps us all fit, and clear of any disease.

It was calm until “The Boss” told me I was going on a mission.

I began the long walk up to his office, most people don’t see his face but I did,

I shudder now just thinking about it, but I digress

“The Boss” told me I would be dropped into a place that I wouldn’t like.

“Not worse than anything else in my life” I muttered

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Nothing..”

And so my mission, My first in fact, began