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ice-dagger winds screaming across the tundra of the Arctic Circle
struck forth penetrating the tent of Dr. Marvin Linder causing it to
undulate in mock pain.
A Simple Discovery
City of Heroes/City of Villains
Fan Fiction By
“Damn it man,” he yelled to the Crey
technician from inside his fur-lined olive green parka speaking with
visible breath. “It’s been over eight hours. I need
“Sorry, sir, the satellite just isn’t
there or someone is jamming us.” The technician silently wished
his site chief would go get bent and pound snow.
Dr. Linder paused in his berating. Who could be jamming us? His mind drifted to the Malta group, then to the 5th Column. Inconceivable, they are completely unaware of Crey Industry’s involvement in this expedition.
A roar of static consisting of pops, sizzles, and
squeals erupted from the speaker of the shortwave HF radio grabbing the
attention of the technician and momentarily interrupting Dr. Linder
from his contemplation. He had applied for a Crey Industries
directorship and was denied because of his lack of experience. This
pathetic stint with the Paragon City University and the Discovery
Channel was his first assignment on the rung of the corporate latter to
achieve power. He was not about to let freezing cold, two-bit
electronics, mercenaries, or fascists destroy his chance at a
directorship. He began running scenarios through his head of the
various possibilities and potential solutions.
“Sir,” the tech cried. “We have contact on the shortwave.”
Linder, this is Crey Outpost Five-Niner, helicopter en route, prepare
for emergency evac. This is not an exercise, command protocol…
Falling Sky. I repeat Falling Sky!”
The technician grew quite satisfied with the
humanizing jaw-dropped look from his stern boss, the innuendo of the
transmission lost to him.
is incredible Doctor!” The undergrad exclaimed jumping up and
knocking over one of the three Discovery Channel cinematographers.
Professor Orrin Praetor of Paragon City University
unzipped his heavy winter coat and walked from the heating units. They
were ten feet under the ice and snow of the surface safe from the
snowstorm that raged angrily above. He glanced at the mobile MRI unit
they were using to document locations of the large discoveries of wooly
mammoths. After mapping the site and viewing the basic condition of the
bodies, they would start excavating.
“What do you have here?” he asked
adjusting knobs of the imaging unit focusing the display to zoom out.
“It’s a human!” the student said
sending the cameraman behind them to record the event on the display.
Prof. Praetor titled his head and scaled the image.
“Well, no… well maybe. Over eight feet tall whatever it
is.” His heart secretly raced at the discovery. This could be the missing link,
he thought. They could be on the verge of a great discovery. Breathing
deeply he focused his thoughts; he was a scientist and needed to take
his time. “It’s only a couple feet down… get Dr.
Linder, we’ll need to have his plasma cutting system to melt the
The student scampered quickly up the ladder, and
throwing caution to the wind Prof. Praetor turned the heat up on the
environmental units. Crey Industries was footing most of the bill on
this expedition. They supplied much of the advanced equipment they were
using and he was grateful for the help. Truly, Countess Crey was a
great humanitarian and philanthropist.
He moved back to the MRI to begin recording his findings for posterity.
“Let’s see, human-like being located,
over eight feet tall, and… horns? Possibly a tail…
Okay… Not human then.” He tweaked the controls and brought
and even sharper focus of the graphically extrapolated image.
“Form looks intact, except some physical damage to right arm and
on the left arm below the elbow.”
Prof. Praetor stopped and unknowingly posed for the
camera becoming the perfect representation of scientific reflection.
Autopsies of other mammoths from nearby sites supported the theory a
drastic and severe change in the weather pattern happened in this area
predating the ice age. They had found undigested flowers and grass in
the stomachs of the beasts. It is as if the beasts had been subjected
to a sudden super intense cold. He dismissed the data, but nonetheless
some weather phenomena had to be the cause for the fine specimens.
Recalling the specifications of the plasma cutter, he figured they
could recover the body within the hour. The smile that spread across
his face looked well on the Discovery Channel. Human or not, this
humanoid could still be a common ancestor.
“We are leaving,” Dr. Linder proclaimed climbing down the ladder.
“What?” Prof. Praetor responded at a
loss of words for the finality in the site chief’s tone.
Dr. Linder started powering down the environmental
units and MRI. “We need to leave base camp and head back to our
“Why?” Prof. Praetor was ready to beg.
“We just had an amazing breakthrough. This is no simple
“I do not care, we must all go now.”
The aggressive order hit Prof. Praetor squarely
across his pride igniting his defiance. “Please, just look
at the findings.”
Dr. Linder paused and against his better judgment reviewed the recording on the MRI screen.
“See, we might have found the missing link,” Praetor lied not truly believing that anymore.
“Doesn’t matter. We have thirty minutes to gather our things.”
“I am staying then.”
“You don’t get it Professor; Paragon
City is under attack, probably the world. There will be no supply
helicopters or anything. I am lucky that I am not stranded here
“But…,” a befuddled Praetor
stuttered the doctor’s words registering in his mind. “Huh,
“Rik…,” Linder swallowed hard
almost revealing the classified information. “Uh, aliens what
else.” He took a deep breath; company directors did not casually
leak secret information as he almost did. He berated himself for the
“Aliens? From where… oh, never
mind.” Prof. Praetor realizing how absurd he was sounding
stopped. Aliens came from outer space and while improbable as traveling
to other universes the latter was still true. He looked back at ground
where the frozen figure they found laying just a couple of feet below
them and sighed.
Dr. Linder seeing the dedication his colleague had
grabbed the Professor on the shoulder. “We’ll be back. If
Crey survives that is.” Without me if I have any say, he thought. To hell with this cold, dead-end hellhole.
modified CH-47 Chinook helicopter braved the growing snowstorm and
lifted off into the wall of white quickly disappearing in the fury. The
entire crew had been rescued. Below, in the ice chamber of the
prehistoric hero, a small assemblage of immortal beings gathered around
the frozen resting place of the half-dragon immune to the effects of
the cold or the weather.
“Unforeseen this was,” Asclepius whispered lowering his head almost in silent prayer.
“Agreed. What art our options?” Ares
questioned glancing at the other four. War was presently afoot and the
drakes battle had been finished over many a millennia ago.
The wind shrieked in the short pause that the
gods used to ponder the implication of the drakes and the memory of the
true dragons returning from the dead.
“Much is explained,” Hades said.
“I expected to see the last half-dragon at the beginning of his
eternal journey starting through my realm. His absence now hath an
“Admittedly, we all owe a debt to the son of
Grendel.” Artemis said knowing that ideas did not sit well among
“Bah,” Ares spat gripping the shaft of
the spear he brought with him. “Thou can pay my debt to the kin
“Their cause was pure and devotion
blinding,” the thinly robed Eros said. “We may hath
regretted our actions or inactions, but the dragons were too powerful a
threat to all pantheons. Their jihad was both blessing and bane. Some
shared their goals if not their fate.”
“The Saurians fell to them,” Asclepius
said, “costing the dragons their mortal forms. This half-breed
completed the destruction they started.”
“His actions, nay, their
actions changed everything,” Artemis said her thoughts drifting
to loved ones. “Existence with or without the dragons is
difficult to scry.”
“And no one remembers him,” Ares
responded, “his name lost on the lips of mortals. They have even
recorded the events of his father incorrectly.”
“Time forgives all sins and good
intentions,” Asclepius flatly stated drawing the gaze of those
present. Death was falling upon the world and many cried out for his
healing miracles. “None knows that the dragons were responsible
for Odin’s missing eye either. Many things have been
misinterpreted by mortals, as well as immortals.”
Another long pause in the ice chamber allowed the wind to take voice once again.
“His return could also be a bane or a
blessing,” Eros stated his voice echoing throughout the chamber
“I could take him.” Hades sneered. “Claim his soul as thine.”
“Thou art a fool,” Artemis said
chastising Hades who only glared menacing back. “The spirits of
the dragons would not rest. Our problems would be greater than
part mortal,” Hades said the irony lost in his growing anger. She
would need him soon and he would be sure to resist any requests she may
ask of him.
“Aye,” Ares agreed.
“Only one is he,” Eros said. “The
ways of dragons shall never return. I beg of thee Asclepius heal him.
Mend his broken body that he may rise up and become the light of
“Nay,” Asclepius coldly answered. He
knew such an act would anger many of the gods. “Besides there art
others, descended through the ages they will have finally found that
their lives have a deeper meaning.”
“He may then be of assistance in the
future,” Eros pleaded falling to his knees. “Ultimately, we
know whither his true heart lies; he will serve us in ignorance. The
events art already in motion, allow his return from the deep
“Thou hast thy answer then,” Artemis whispered to the group knowing there was still much to do.
“Verily,” Ares said realizing what
Artemis was hinting too. It was a common solution among the gods.
“We do naught then, and none shall approach him either. Allow him
to learn of the new ways by himself. Inform the others of the
“Sleep lightly young son of Grendel,”
Eros proclaimed on bended knee. “Thou hath greater things still
The wailing wind kept the memory of the last drake
company on the lonely far off tundra of the Arctic Circle, its
chilling whispers heralding the once and future hero.
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