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Volt felt a little light headed after his teleporter trip. Vindea had
taken the liberty of taking him to their base and introducing him to an
almost mirror image of Wraith named Myth.
It was more of a job interview if anything; Myth was to give his
thumbs-up approval to Voltech who really saw no point in this greeting
whatsoever. Apparently, as Volt picked up pieces of information, he had
interfered with an undercover mission in which Wraith and Vindea had
been tracking the Warrior’s movement for some time, knowing that
they would attack the bar but nothing above that.
The Warrior’s got away, or the only one who actually counted got
away, and now the prime target was the contents of the chest.
“Only something of great value could have made the Warriors bring
so many men.” said Myth. Vindea guessed something of magical
value which was agreed upon going off of the Warrior’s past
involvement with smuggling magical things into the area.
So Volt was sworn into duty, he dropped the “Tech” part of
his name just for simplicity sake and took on a new wardrobe. Being
that his range was being slowly reduced to nothing he became more of
melee fighter, he was mostly in black; he gave up the tough-guy leather
for a lighter black trench coat that was easier to move in.
He looked like someone out of a secret agent movie; his hair was cut
short and put behind his ears where it only reached to the nape of his
neck. Vindea also wore black though (being a female) her outfit changed
constantly. Volt was actually convinced that Wraith wore the same thing
everyday, but after seeing a cleaner version of the civilian clothes we
wore in the fight, Volt concluded he just bought stacks of the same
Volt spent much his time alone, he barely ate and just sat and thought
about what had happened to him since the collapse of the Dark Temple.
One of these days he was brooding when Myth was looking for him,
“there you are,” he said with only a slight trace of
emotion, “we have a lead off the where the chest is going were
sending Vindea and Wraith we want you to go to, it’ll be a low
key operation so be careful.”
The rain fell steadily over the docking bay the Warriors had led them
to. Volt kneeled on top of a building, non-responsive to the cold rain
running down his neck and down his back; he stared at the appropriate
boat crawling with Warriors. Myth’s leads were good, using
night-vision goggles Volt was able to see several large crates being
brought aboard the ship by armored and armed Warriors.
“Any sign of out friend?” came Vindea’s voice over the communicator in Volt’s ear.
“None,” came Wraith’s deep voice.
“Negative,” Volt answered in the same non-emotional voice in which Wraith had just spoken.
“Keep, yours eyes open they seem to be loading quite an amount of
goods, so our target might be among them.” Vindea said.
“I’m going for a closer look and yes, I’ll be careful
and no, I’m not sure what I’m doing and yes, I’m
aware of the danger.”
“Well I guess there is nothing left to say,” responded
Vindea though the there was a worried tone in her voice. A muffled
chuckle was heard in the background.
Volt dropped from his five-story perch and descended into an alley way
in the direction of the dock. He was soon met by a turn, and was forced
to jump from wall to wall to get on top of the building and then
One Warrior was guarding the particular entry way. Volt waited for him
to pace towards him, he reached out and grabbed the man’s collar
yanking him into the next alley way, there was a flash of electricity,
like the flash of a camera, and Volt walked out from the alley.
Sadly, Volt felt like a Skull again, which was good in its own special
way because it gave him an alert and cunning that the invulnerable
heroes lacked. Volt climbed half way up a fire escape and brought out
“Volt here, I see the shiny Warrior.” There was a sigh of
relief from Vindea, and Wraith voice demanded where he was,
“He’s just coming up the ramp, and he has something under
Before Volt could get a good view of what it was the Warriors preceded
in untying the boat from the dock, slowly the large vessel began to
drift into water, Volt spoke fast “Thank you for your
hospitality, I’m assuming he is holding the chest and
Form where Wraith was sitting he saw the lean figure of Volt run and
dive off the deck towards the boat and threw a circular window in the
haul. Wraith shook his head at the stupidity of this Volt character,
but he also had an admiration for the guy’s spirit.
“Well there he goes,” Wraith said to Vindea.
“Hurry we gotta catch that boat!” Vindea replied urgently.
“And probably save the guy’s life to” Wraith commented mildly.
“Ummm you know I can still hear you guys, right?” came Volt’s voice.
Voltech spent hours in whatever room of the boat he crashed into. The
length of the trip was mostly because of the huge storm blowing
overhead; Volt just hoped he wouldn’t be too sea sick to fight.
Finally the boat stopped, the shouting of the Warriors above gave
evidence they had arrived.
Volt squeezed himself threw the circular window he had crashed threw.
Electromagnetically charging his palms he scaled the side of the boat
and hit land undetected. They had arrived at a large ocean-side house
owned by the shiny warrior. Apparently he himself had not opened the
chest and instead was waiting to do so in his own private chambers.
Volt stealthily made his way into the house; the few Warriors that did
see him were quickly disposed of. Voltech noticed during his sneaking
that his electron sense had grown considerably stronger though he could
no longer control them. Volt cursed at the fact he was losing power, or
gaining, how ever you wanted to look at it.
Wraith and Vindea arrived at the island home. The manor swayed
dangerously in the powerful wind of the increasing storm. It was
obvious that Volt had already got off the ship which they were able to
catch at the last minute and they immediately began to climb the hill
to the house.
The brightly armored Warrior sat in his personal room, the chest
sitting on the desk in front of him. He stared intently at the rune
chest, thinking of whether to open and reveal the contents only he knew
about, were their consequences? Was there also a curse on the item?
These bothered him and he silently sat turning the thought over in his
Voltech came to a large double-door. Leaning against it he listened for
any movement on the other side: none. Volt rammed his weight against
The banging on the door brought the Warrior leaders head up quickly. He
began to answer as if answering a knock but realized that it was no
knock. Immediately he knew a hero was here, he had been having the
suspicion he was being followed, he silently drew his sword.
The slamming against a door and the shuffling of many feet made Wraith and Vindea move quickly up the stairs to the sound.
Volt had the sneaking suspicion he was being watched. Pushing the
thought from his mind he gave a final push into the door. It opened and
Volt walked into an empty room. There on the desk was the chest, Volt
headed toward that end of the room unaware of the Warrior in shining
armor following close behind sword held high.
When Vindea and Wraith reached the top of the stairs they saw a small
army of Warriors assembling in front of the double doors. The crept
closer until they were just on top of them. With a fierce battle cry
Wraith ripped his way into the lines of Warrior Vindea right behind him.
The disturbance of Volt’s electron sense was suddenly brought to
Volt’s full attention. A sword swung downward Volt turned and
caught the blade with his hand just as Wraiths battle-cry was heard
outside the doors.
The blade bit into Volt’s palm and as soon as the metal made
contact with his body, electricity wrapped itself around the sword,
leaping onto the Warrior armor. When the Warrior’s body convulsed
Voltech broke the sword it useless pieces of metal. He took the
convulsing warrior by the corners of his breastplate and threw him over
his head into the desk.
The Warrior regained his self-awareness after the electrical shock.
With a start he stood and frantically opened the chest and grabbed the
items, fitting them on he turned to receive the short blast of
electricity from Volt.
The bolt seemed to gather into a ball in the newly gauntleted palm of
the Warrior. The magical gloved he had just put on absorbed the attack
and added it to himself. Volt launched himself at the Warrior grabbing
A howl of pain came from Volt, Wraith turned to see Volt grasping the
Warrior gauntlets. Wraith watched in horror as the electricity from
Volt body was absorbed by the gauntlets and fed back into Volt
painfully and powerfully. The lesser Warriors were all taken care of
Wraith rushed to the aid of Volt.
It was a struggle against his own power, Volt and the gauntlets traded
electricity, after a few minutes Volt was spent, with a punch
surrounded in his own electric power, the Warrior sent Volt flying
across the room into the far wall where his burned body smoked.
Wraith delivered a frenzy of shrouded punches to the Warrior. Quicker
than the eye could follow the Warriors gauntlets intercepted every
punch absorbing dark energy. Wraith never stopped his regeneration kept
him going continually and with each punch the Warrior gathered more
He must have grown weary for he reached out and grabbed Wraith neck,
but did not squeeze. The Warrior began to absorb his regeneration,
wounds from the past began to erupt from Wraith’s skin, and
slowly he became a bleeding form, gallons of blood dripping from his
frame as wound after wound reopened no matter how fatal.
The Warrior tossed him aside as Vindea also charged. With the combined
energy of all Wraith’s absorbed darkness he delivered a shrouded
punch that sent Vindea threw the wall and into an opposite room where
she collided with the floor unconscious.
The Warrior mused over his new power and the condition of his victims.
The woman out cold, the large man bleeding to death and the lean one a
smoldering untidy heap.
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