G.H.O.S.T.: The Vaknar War

Trials and Tribulations

Xavier had hit a big snag getting to the Hold. His father's newly placed bounty didn't make it any easier to transport the billionaire from the city. At least five kidnapping attempts took place before G.H.O.S.T hydrojets even arrived on the scene.

Xavier followed them in his jet to provide backup. He looked around frequently on his scanners to ensure no more intrusions on their route. Of course, he'd have the luck of "bonding" with his father and being at the center of the biggest breaking news in the organization. He never thought his time ring would work, it was still parts lying around somewhere in his private lab, but he figured the box must've been the one he gifted the R & D.

Dead in the future.

Hunter had informed on most of the briefing that he missed before his team headed out to join Atlas in his op, Xavier gripped his gyro stick harder as he flew the jet. He was given pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit, from all the attacks taken at the same time to Shane's involvement with his father. Why attempt to kill his father if they wanted him in the first place? Xavier was racking his brain around it, completely disregarding the blaring red alarm in his jet until the last second.

Four Lockheed Martin fighter jets had aligned next to the G.H.O.S.T. hydroplane, without a second thought Xavier shifted gears and dropped his jet below them all. Activating his Jet's ion turret he fired upon the assailants, and they returned fire down with their turrets. As bullets went against ion particles Xavier spotted a jet to his right as an individual got out of their cockpit as it kept firing. Xavier could make out the armor they wore, rusted in the helmet and the right arm. The figure was headed towards the main hydroplane, in the split of a second Xavier ejected from his seat as he put the plane on auto. Weaving the hurdle of bullets and ions, Xavier landed on the side port of the G.H.O.S.T.'s plane. Activating his suit as he ran towards the figure, Xavier unsheathed his obsidian blade from his suit backport and leaped across before the aggressor could make it across.

The mysterious figure headbutted Xavier as they collided with one another, leaving them falling onto one of the assaulters' planes to the right. The two continued fighting as the blade hit the armor. Xavier stretched out one of his hands as it started to produce electricity through the fingertips, 700 volts, enough to short out a cargo jet, and planted his fingers on the aggressor's chest. Electricity rippled through their body as they shrieked in pain and pushed Xavier off the ship, leaving him to activate his thrusters and fly back up. As he landed on the plane's surface yet again he spotted the assailant hunched on their knees clawing at the helmet they had on. The assailant ripped off the helmet to reveal a ginger-haired man. A scar ran deep from left to right across his face and along his throat, just deep tissue showcased across the strong features on his face.

"Frack.frack.frack.frack.frack.FRACK" he cried, throwing his helmet at Xavier.

The agent intercepted the throw and examined the helmet, beside the burnt pieces on it lay remnant spray paint residue. Remnants of a design lay in the nose of the helmet. A yellow beak.

"How did I lose to such worthless trash!!! I was supposed to be the best fighter of the Vaknar, and yet I find myself back on earth on this worthless mission."

That explains the burns on his suit, Xavier thought to himself.

The individual before him must have fought Atlas in the space station.

"You're one of the Vaknar huh."

"Correct bucko, all your agents will be relics of the past once we acquire what we desire. We will achieve victory in the end."

"What do you all want with Malcolm Bridger?"

The man scoffed. "His intellect, he's researched Marsa and her properties, he's been in touch with our mistress and savior."