MEM1 - Confound Delivery
He sat there, pen in hand, a closed journal on the table before him. His eye, this time, was on the small, ringed crystal he'd been using- until now- as a paperweight.
'Memory Crystal.' Wasn't that what Locket had called the thing? He'd heard touch-and-go mention of it in the journals... he was a little surprised he hadn't touched the crystal itself by now, but some part of his mind was still convinced he was saving it for some emergency.
He set down his pen; his writing could wait. She'd already told him much of what he'd hoped he would need to know- both of Edensphere and of his own world and past- but many more questions were left unanswered. Idly, a finger prodded the top of the crystal, feeling its fractured point.
Suddenly, there was nothing but destruction all around him.
What looked to once be a highway became the playground for countless machines, bombs flying down from overhead to blow out large chunks of asphalt. Entire sections of the road itself crumbled on severely damaged support beams, making the footing treacherous, but he continued onward.Enemy robots were easily obliterated with a swing of what looked like a glowing green sword in his hand as he leaped over crumbled chasms and passed cars totaled and abandoned on the side of the road. At least, he hoped they were abandoned...
Maverick stopped when the ground beneath him shook, and his gaze turned far ahead of him. There, two familiar figures were locked in combat: One wore the very same green armor he just wore the other day, piloting a much larger mech suit. The other figure - Maverick could feel his own hand clapping to his temple as an alien pain lanced within his head - wore light and dark blue armor, a red crystal fixed upon his helmet. As hard as the blue robot fought, the green foe in his mech was ruthless, immense metallic fists battering his smaller combatant to the ground. Soon, the green robot fired his shoulder-mounted cannon, a massive orb of electricity slamming into the smaller blue. Arcs of lightning surrounded him, and he was immobile. Triumphant, the larger mech grabbed hold of his stunned, defeated foe and lifted him to eye level.
Now was his chance.
Maverick's arm lifted, and it shifted into a strange cannon. Energy began to build, charging deep within the barrel, and he aimed for that arm. He fired, and struck true: The mechanical arm was blown clean off, the resulting explosion pushing the mech backward and freeing the blue robot. Maverick raced forward, standing between the fallen blue and the mech suit's pilot, ready to fire another blast. Just then, a large airship arrived, lowering a docking platform. The mech suit and its pilot made their escape, Maverick's second shot barely missing them.
Instead of chasing after the airship as it made its exit, he instead turned to the fallen blue robot. His sight then went dark.
And he finally awoke at his desk once again, the crystal in his sight just a few minutes ago nowhere to be found. His fingertips went to touch his forehead, partly to assure himself he was in fact 'awake' and partly in an attempt to calm himself from the sudden shock. Man, they weren't kidding about those things.
This was probably a good time to check out that Smokes' place he kept hearing about. He reached for his satchel and slung it over a shoulder... pausing. It felt a bit light. He peeked inside.
...Where the heck did his money go?