The Nexus Bond

A message from Endna.

" Where's ALPHA FORCE ?" Daniel Finally asked. The young science agent walked him over to one of the TV monitors inside one of the tents. "There." He said pointing to the monitor. They were all trapped. Jones, and the rest of his team, including Dexter, were all trapped a comatose state just like everyone else in the immediate area:" "As soon as anyone gets within hundred yards of that thing, they were like everyone else." "What are our options here Agent." Daniel finally asked. "First, keep everyone as far away from the crystal as possible." "Unfortunately, we have just over four hundred people locked onto that thing already." We've got agents set up all over the park to keep anyone else from coming in." Daniel didn't know what to do. Even with his uncanny strength, would he be able to free everyone, or become trapped himself? He walked out of the tent and began looking at the slow rotating monolithic crystal. It was becoming dusk now, as he began to ponder where these damn things had come from in the first place.

Trick-shot was way on the other side of town when he heard the reports about the team and the crystals. He stopped his Harley just outside Jackson park, dismounted it, and walked over to one of the park benches. The park was empty of onlookers and anyone else. They were probably all over at Century park trying to get a glimpse of the infamous crystal. He wanted to be there, but his meeting tonight was far more pressing. Trick-shot, Andrew, was a man of many mysteries. He stood about six foot two and well-toned. His skin complexion was like light smooth brown bronze with a small goatee and thinly trimmed mustache. His hair was straight and long jet black and pulled into a ponytail. He was in his full uniform, a brown and green sleeveless number with sectioned armbands, Somewhat like Jones, but with archers flare. it was complete with bow and specialized arrows. He began to walk the bike trail heading for a tree grouping when he heard the smooth mellowed familiar voice from his past.<Translated from Elven language.> <"Hello prince Elros, It has been far too long has it not?"> It was his chief Elven royal messenger Alanna. She wore a long brown hooded cloak with a pouch for her arrows on the side, and her bow was in hand. As she pulled her hood from her face. Her skin was almost white, save the pinkish hue. she revealed her long braided reddish-brown hair. Two thinner long braids were on the sides and a thicker inner woven one down her back. She wore a green cotton dress that went the full length of her thin yet toned body. It had a high collard with gold buttons that went straight down the front. the lower half of her dress was split into both sides up to her upper thighs. Under it she wore brown leather thigh-high laced boots .<"You may speak the tongue of this dimension lady, Alanna, no one will know." > "As you wish great prince." I come with urgent news from the throne of your brother king Trudos. The Orc armies are coming. They have found a way through the portal, and plan to destroy this realm. "How soon do we have before the rest come through ?" Trick-shot asked. "Not long I'm afraid great prince." "A small band of fifty or more have already come through the portal." " I have trailed them through the portal, but lost them soon after."  ")Your brother, the King, request your return once you have vanquished the small band of Orcs my liege." Trick-shot looked around the park area which by this time, was completely dark with only the streetlights illuminating above it. He wasn't concerned about the Orc's, nor its armies coming through the portal. what did concern him, was the team finding out his true identity, something that he has kept from them for the past several years.

Mia Had returned to earth and would have been glad about it, especially after her Sentinel training. As soon as her transport craft landed, The ARCH-ANGEL meta-human division was waiting for her, and in full force. Immediately she was asked to come with and later would arrive at the main facility just on the outskirts of Millennium City. They had placed her in an all-metal dark grey room with no windows, save the rather large mirror she was facing as she sat at a table. She was about to be interrogated, she could feel it in her gut. She was still wearing her Sentinel training gear. A full pale burnt orange bodysuit with small alien markings on her upper right side of her chest. Finally, someone was coming in the door. It was a man and a woman. she could tell that the woman was the superior of the two. "Mind if I ask what this is all about. The two agents just looked at her, gave a slight smile, and took their seats in front of her. The woman was Caucasian with a small face brown hair short banged pulled into a ponytail, and very little makeup wearing a grey pants suit. The man wore a simple dark suit with a navy necktie. He was a medium height African American man with greying hair trimmed that fit an oval-shaped face. "Sure Mia, you can ask us anything you'd like." the woman finally said. "Why am I here?" What is this about?" "Well, you are a metahuman now." The man agent chimed in. "So?" Mia replied. "Well, we need to know what your intentions are." The lady agent said. "What my intentions are?!" What, do you think, I'm gonna try to take over the world or something ?!" Mia had raised her voice a little folding arms across her full chest. "That's exactly why we pulled you in Mia." " We need to know are you friend or foe." "Plain and simply put, Are you a good meta, or a bad one?" The lady agent continued. "Are you really asking me this question?" " Am I a good meta?!" Mia replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'm not sure what your definition of "good "meta is, agent?" Mia said reminding them that they hadn't given her their names as of yet. "Davenport." And this is... "Sloan." The male agent chimed in. "Now Agent Davenport, agent Sloan, when you use the reference of a "good " meta, are you using the term in the sense to say, good nigger or a good person?" Immediately they knew Mia was no pushover about the matter. They had no idea of what she was actually capable of doing, but not just to them, but to the entire facility. she pretty much towered over them both easily. But she also had a physique like a well-toned Zena the warrior princess. Her skin was tanned, and she finally knew how to manipulate her pupils just enough to make herself look normal, but her hair was fire engine red, long and full. She still maintained the few freckles on her face. "So which is it?" She asked . She considered to name drop, but this wasn't to get a story, it was about her. So name dropping or not, she needed to work her way through this without the help of Dexter, or Dr. Jones. " Let me explain further." Davenport chimed in. "There are good meta's in Millennium City, and there are bad ones." "We want you to go on record as to what your intentions are," Sloan added. "Hmm, that would be good meta, Alex," Mia replied as if she were on a game show, but she could tell that the agents weren't too happy with her method of response. "Mia, I'm sure you are aware of what transpired with Captain Pinnacle, after all, you were reported as being on the scene at the time." "We don't need, nor do we want, another incident like that happening anywhere in the world." " Now, can you go on record to say that this will not occur while in your current state ?" Davenport asked. "Oh! So you do want to know if I have plans to blow up the world, like become a supervillain ." No, my intention, as you put it, is to join ALPHA FORCE and become a good meta, and a law-abiding citizen of Millennium City. " Now having answered your question, can I please go home and get out of this get-up," Mia added. "Not just yet, we still have to fingerprint you, and you have to be briefed on ALPHA FORCE sanctioning," Sloan replied. It was at that point, Mia realized that this process was going to take a little longer than she really wanted it to.