“Are you sure this junky ship won’t fly any faster? I can’t wait to get there and save our brethren.”

The voice of Cal Vari sounds almost juvenile in his excitement. He’s practically bouncing on his seat in anticipation. His friend, Vic Tori, notices this and grins, unable to contain his enjoyment of Cal’s exuberance.

“It won’t be long, Cal. We’re almost there.”

The dark-haired young man sits back with his arms folded over his chest as he looks among the various dials and switches.

“Do you ever wonder what you’d be doing if The Divines hadn’t called upon us?”

“You mean what we’d be doing if our abilities weren’t so powerful?”

“Exactly. I can’t imagine my life without them, but there has to be more out there than what I’m realizing. What do our brethren do when their abilities don’t really have a set purpose in society?”

Vic stares ahead although his brow furrows in thought.

“Perhaps they simply find other jobs that suit their particular set of abilities.”

“Like what exactly? What else is there even if not The Divines?”

“There are plenty of options such as cooks, cleaners, real estate agents, and if nothing else, there’s always the Frontliners.”

Cal’s face grimaces at the thought. Frontliners were a group of people chosen basically as cannon fodder. They were sent into the worst available environments and used to infiltrate governments. The only issue that a lot of them face is that this is a known practice of The Divines. So these Frontliners were always at risk and many would die every day in their infiltration practices. Although great rewards were to be earned if the infiltration was a success.

“True. I suppose Frontliners are an option for everyone no matter how… difficult the situation might seem.”

“Their success rate is nearly 6%.”

“To think that that is actually an improvement from last year’s 4%.” Cal shakes his head and grabs a nearby badge and begins twirling it around in his hand with his father’s name upon it.

“But just thinking about them and the sacrifices they make… makes me wonder if I’m in the right profession.”

Vic nods and shrugs.

“I think we all feel that way from time to time, Cal. It’s the perseverance that makes us champions though. We have to push through the shit to get to what’s real. Like this very mission. We’re going to save hundreds… maybe even thousands of people. And we were the ones to discover it! You have to look at it that way, my friend.”

Cal doesn’t seem too interested in the idea.

“True, but imagine if we could save people like this every day rather than having to stay in an office and dredge through the bureaucratic crap hours on end. If we could just move through the universe and pop in where needed. Do you know how freeing that would be?”

“How would we even know where to start? It’s not like we can hear sounds of distress from space.”

Cal looks off in deep thought.

“I just want to be someone who others can look up to. I want to be something that inspires. I want to be a force that brings joy to the heart. I want people to recognize us as beacons of hope.”

Vic scratches his cheek a little uncomfortably.

“I just want to survive this battle, Cal.”

Cal leans forward and pats him on the shoulder firmly.

“Of course, my brother. We shall survive this battle and thousands more to come. With your intellect and my raw power, there’s no one who can stand up to us.”

It’s at this point that the planet of Krunten comes into view. The ship quickly enters the atmosphere as it begins to move towards the planet’s face.

“Finally, here we go!” Cal exclaims in joy.

The plan settles down upon the planet in nearly the same spot as before as Cal Vari leaps out of the plane and begins quickly leaping through the trees. Vic follows behind him in quick fashion as the two make their way through the treeline towards their destination.

As they approach it, the two slow their pace before stopping before an opening. They look ahead to where they had interacted with two guards previously. But as they looked over the field, they determined something bad.

“It’s gone.”

“The entrance is… gone?!”



Today...



“Finding your purpose has never been so hard.”

“I spent many years of my youth looking for one of the most unobtainable answers to one of the most difficult questions. From my days with The Divines to my years spent saving the cosmos from one disaster after another, I bounced like one of your ping pong balls hitting every corner of the room before coming to a rest here for a time being. Despite all of that, the answer that I was truly looking for was found only when I halted my search.”

“It’s when I stopped searching that the answer came to me.”

“But sometimes, this is the hardest thing to do. When you’re being pulled in every direction, it can seem counterintuitive to just stop. Yet it’s these precious moments of reflection that one can truly pinpoint the loudest voice and focus in on it.”

“For my opponents, it’s this struggle that they deal with every day. Instead of being true to themselves, they latch themselves onto what’s hot. Rather than rely upon their own feelings and own ideals, they allow themselves to leap headfirst into foolish pairings aligning themselves with individuals of vile nature while taking on only the worst attributes to themselves.”

“Madison Dyson is a perfect example of this.”

“She has adopted the ideals of something abhorrent and disgusting in taking on the ideals of fallen regimes as well as former false-gods of Pagan nature. Her very lifestyle is despicable and something that will never be tolerated by anyone of common sense. Her prejudice knows no bounds as she claims to be someone who identifies with the alt-right movement or even further. She believes that she is vastly superior to others just based upon the color of her skin and her dealings with Shane and Peter Gilmour tells us that she truly has no low that she won’t sink to.”

“Aligning yourself with a pig and a fecally-obsessed tyrant is a low that only few can stand for any period of time.”

“But then you have her other allies.”

“A true embodiment of everything vile and corrupt with XWF and our current XWF Universal Champion.”

“She claims to be his manager, but what she means is that she fetches his towels and runs his baths. When he isn’t taking photoshoots and violating young men, she’s there to make sure he’s fed and tucked in at night. Let me ask you a question, Madison, does the champion prefer stories about women being in their place behind him or does he prefer stories about white privilege?”

“You call these people your allies, but your natural follower mentality has me questioning which attributes of each that you’ll pick up.”

“Will you find yourself flinging scat just like your friend Shane?”

“Will you become obsessed with some music star and brag about your Super Dick to anyone who can stomach your repetition?”

“Or will you simply prey upon the weak?”

“No matter who you decide to copy with your weak-willed philosophies, you will always be seen as what you are and that can never change.”

“A stooge.”

“A flunkie.”

“An expendable.”

“And speaking of expendables, allow me to welcome the third part of the equation.”

“Hello Cadryn Tiberius.”

“Welcome back from your eternal slumber. It’s about time that you returned for your quick in and out. I would say I hope you’re here to stay for a while, but we all know that your stay is only temporary. So nice to see you, and we’ll see you soon.”

“…oh you’re still here?”

“Well since you’re hanging around long enough to get beat down and retired for good, allow me the decency to explain how, why, and in what position. Usually questions that you’re familiar with hearing from the officers who have to arrest you when you molest ladies nearly half your age.”

“Alas, you’re back to berate us all with nonsensical ramblings varying from whatever cutesy thing you can say to reference as many names that you know or how many references to homosexual men you can cram in.”

“And something tells me that you’re still cramming it in despite being very loose with the terminology of f-got."

“Two self-centered people throwing around words with such large meanings behind them and both of them using their stature to simply hold down others who are different.”

“Just like the alt-right that Dyson aligns herself with, you both are so fearful for your status among the ‘dominant’ race and sex that you’ll say and do whatever it takes to make sure you’re seen as something greater.”

“But it all stands to reason that the real reason you’re both so outspoken is not that you’re brave or bold.”

“It’s fear.”

“You both reek of it.”

“From the way that Madison finds the easiest targets to hide behind and the way that Cadryn hides away for years between losses, you both are too afraid to stand by your laurels that you hide and flee. Your cowardice is nothing more than being too afraid to stand still.”

“You’re too afraid to look within.”

“Because you know that if you did stand still long enough, and take a long enough look within, that you wouldn’t like what you found. You’d begin to hate yourself just as much as you hate the people that you punish with your twisted ideals.”

“True purpose is something that is hard to obtain, but you’ll never find it cowering in the shadows of ‘greater’ men. Nor will you find it after disappearing for years hoping no one will remember the embarrassment that ensued from your previous battle.”

“Welcome to your judgment day, ladies and gentleman.”

“I’ll be here all night serving up alt-rights and knocking down those who left.”

“Join me in the light or keep sulking in the shadows but know it’s your choice.”

“So choose wisely.”



To Be Continued...