originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Wh...wait. I'm...in the future?!" He responds, dashing around the trees.
"Where am I? Is this Australia? France? Where?" He asks, tightly putting his Luger back in some sort of holster.
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The man blinked for a moment at all the questions, then replied, keeping up with the teenager. "Uh. Not really sure on the first one, could be future, could be past. I can't get a good look at any point of reference from this place. And.... It's not on Earth. We're on another planet. Takati. And completely honest, you're about... Four-hundred years older than I am. Sort of." He face palmed for a moment before starting over. "Alright, bad start. Maybe we should do names first. Uh, High-Enforcer Richard ESABS Steel. Age Twenty-four, first all-human Imperial Enforcer. You?" He extended his right hand towards the Aussie.
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The Aussie decides to grab it. "Marcus Cambria, part of the Australian military. We...we were in the middle of the Great Damn War...Americans came up with sending people to different places in case those damn Ottos or Germans won." He had said.
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"Well, you don't need to worry about that. Won the war. And another. And the Ottomen are loooong gone." Steel finished the handshake with a slight bow. "I know a place, not far from here. Safer than the woods. Might be a bit of a shock, seeing how much more...Advanced it is."
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"Wait? I'm on another planet...in the damning future?!" He responds, hyperventilating for the third time in the past few minutes. "And we won TWO World Wars?!"
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"Whoa whoa whoa! Whoa! I said /maybe/ future! We could be around before the earth was! Just, calm down! And yes, we won two wars against Germany!.... And one against North Africa, but that's beside the point!"
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"NORTH BLOODY AFRICA?! Australia's being an empire now?!" Was all he could say before proceeding to faint from hyperventilation.
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"Uh. Whoops. Very bad way of putting that. Hmm. A-ha!" Reaching into his pocket, Steel drew a very small vial. Smelling salts. "Uhhh. Ananke, get me a holo-screen. Nineteen seventeen doctor. Make it Aussie." A very small drone crawled out of Steel's pocket. Flinging into the air, it projected a holographic imaging of an Australian combat medic over his clothing. Now perfectly disguised, he held the salts under Marcus's nose. "There we go, that's a right lad." The man performed the accent almost perfectly.
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He wakes up, looking to the medic. "Mate, had the weirdest dream; said that I was on another damn planet in the future; and that the Allied Powers sent me as a test subject; case the old Germans, Ottos...Austrian-Hungarians...thank goodness it was all a damn dream." He responds, not noticing the disguise.
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"Well, lad... About that. The ship we were going home on... She's bloody wrecked. About a year ago. You got right knocked cold the whole time. Damn lucky I mana-" Steel stopped mid-sentence. "Bloody hell, no sense in lying. You weren't dreaming. Found you about five minutes ago, all Topsy-turvey over something about Africa. Then a branch gave you a good knockout. Far as I know, Command has no bloody clue where we are."
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"Damn it...where are we, mate? There a town nearby we could stay in? 'Cause I'm not staying out there to get pecked on by them wolves." Marcus had said, breathing a little bit, slowly standing up.
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"Well. There's this bloody massive ruckus off to the west. Suppose it might be people. Didn't want to get too close 'fore you snapped out of it."
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"Alright, mate; if they're hostile, we hide. If they aren't, we might as well stay there for the time being." He says, making sure his Luger was fully reloaded. "Let's go." He walked in the wrong direction to the Dojo.
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"Lad, the other way."
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"Oh, yeah; must've hit that branch pretty hard." He had said, moving in the other direction.
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As they walked towards the Dojo, Ananke hit a tree. The hologram dissapeared from Steel, seemingly without you noticing. "So, why'd you join the war?" He asked, still feigning an accent.