The scene is
well under control when I arrive to the point that the sight of it amuses me.
The portal opened
in the middle of a farmer’s field and while it has closed since then, I can
still see where some of the crops have been damaged by its sudden appearance.
Several police cars are parked by the road and the police have secured the area
before I arrived.
The farmer of
the field is speaking to a policewoman at one edge of the field while rest of
the police have formed a perimeter alongside the road.
What does get
my attention is the person that has to have come through the portal.
Speaking with a
policeman and surrounded by a trio of armed response officers is a person in
sleek midnight black armour that covers their entire body.
Despite the
armour being of such an obviously advanced level of technology, it has what seems
to me to be extra space as the armour could easily be form-fitting if it
weren’t for that extra layer of bulk to it.
I can’t be
wonder why and decide to try and figure it out before landing. The person seems
peaceful, but they are still an unknown. If I have to deal with a potential
hostile situation, I want to know as much as I can beforehand.
If it was me,
I would have the armour smaller to lessen the impact it has on the user’s
mobility. Some, like Charlie and his grandfather, do prefer to have the extra
armour despite the impact on their mobility, but I know enough about power
armour that it isn’t the case here.
The only other
likely reason is the same reason the Sentinel armour isn’t as sleek and smooth
as possible is that its gadgets like the rocket pack, lasers and sonics need to
take up a certain amount of mass to be effective no matter how advanced your
armour is.
It is like
that with all advanced gadgets. No matter how small you can make it, you still
need to make sure your buyer can still use the screen.
That means
this person has a darn lot of aces up their sleeve from my estimates.
With that
piece of knowledge, I take another, closer look at the visitor.
Some sort of
folded up weapon smoothly equip the back of the armour, right next to what
appears to be something similar to my own armour’s rocket pack, but probably
higher tech.
The two bumps
at her thighs would be folded up sidearms given the weapon on her back though I
doubt anyone without my expertise would notice that.
The other
bumps and bulges scattered in symmetrical points around her armour must be
other inbuilt weapons or gadgets, like my lasers or sonics.
Time to go in.
Given how they are interacting with the police, the person seems to be
friendly, but you have to expect a certain amount of proficiency and danger
from someone capable of travelling between dimensions.
You never know
what you might find in a foreign dimension after all.
I cut the fuel
to my rocket pack, but keep it ready to zoom straight up or forward if I have
to. I hit the ground with the thud as I drop from the sky. If I hadn’t been
wearing my armour, that fall would have shattered my legs and broken my back.
“Hello, I am
the Sentinel,” I introduce myself to the visitor and coppers surrounding them.
“I’m Corporal Morgan
of Drakesguard,” replies the visitor as they turn to face me.
The visitor is
female, I can tell that much from her voice. Given her shape and size, most likely
human too, but with that armour I can’t be sure. For all I know, she could be android.
That title she
has seems to have some significance to it, but given my lack of knowledge on
the subject, I have no idea how much.
Time for some more intel.
“Narszara,” I
whisper into my communicator and not outside my armour, “Ever heard of the
Drakesguard?”
“The closest
thing the Multiverse community has to special forces and mercenaries,” answers
Narszara, “Their leader Warmind is a danger to even to my god and the Sangor
and is not to be trifled with. Fortunately he is extremely strong about his
morals and loyalties. Don’t cross a Drakesguard. They look after their own like
many of the communities between dimensions.”
“Got it,” I
reply and end the call.
Darn it. An
interdimensional spec-op commando who even Narszara, the toughest and most
dangerous person I know, consider them a serious threat.
Even the Sangor, the all-around alien elite space-cops commandos consider them
a danger.
I stiffen
before relaxing into a subtle defensive posture.
The visitor
straightens up.
Darn it again,
she spotted my change of posture.
Please don’t
let her be hostile.
“I’m going to
blunt here,” I say, deciding to get straight to point, “Are you a hostile or
friendly?”
“Friendly,”
replies the woman.
I relax. Just
a little. No imminent threat of danger right now and she seems to be telling
the truth as far as I can tell.
The police
around all relax as well, clearly having picked up on the tension.
“So what are
you going here?” I ask.
“Just visiting
this universe,” answers the woman with a shrug, “I retired from the Drakesguard
recently. Guess you know something about them given your reaction. So I’m just
been going place to place like I did before I joint up with Warmind.”
“I got the
Norgardian on my team,” I reply, “I called her quietly and she give me the gist
of what I needed to know about the Drakesguard.”
“A
Norgardian?” says the woman approvingly, “Impressive. Do who have any idea how
dangerous those guys are?”
“I feel I have
good idea,” I answer, thinking of how tough and powerful Narszara is, “So what
are you going to do here?”
“Not sure,”
admits the woman, “I sort of just decided to show up here to investigate its
unusualness and see what happened once I got here.”
“Unusualness?”
I inquire.
“Something
just stood out in this universe,” casually says the woman, “Something to make
it special compared to its many alternates.”
That will
require further investigation, I think to myself before deciding on what I feel
is the best course of action.
“Want to come
back to my base with me Corporal Morgan?”
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