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End Game,Chapter 9 "The Truth Hurts" Thursday, 15-Jul-1999 16:12:15
Jarvis:Soooo....explain this to me again? Adam:We're inside the astral plane,more specifically your portion of it. Jarvis:But why? Adam:I've been ordered by the Keeper of Lost Parodies and the Chronicler of Stories,among others,to reaveal your true origins to you,information which will be necessary if you're going to prevent the nullification of the Parodyverse. Jarvis:True origins?Nullification?What the hell are you talking about? Adam:That's not important right now,we have to find the portion of your memories that has been blocked off...I wouldn't advise you wander away,the mind is a very easy thing to get lost in. Jarvis:So...um...why is this place so jagged and disorganized?And....dark? Adam:Well,in case you hadn't noticed,you're a little insane and/or evil at the moment. Jarvis:Uh,yeah,I was sort of wondering about that... Adam:We'll get to that later.For the moment,we're here. Jarvis looked up and saw a huge solid steel door in the middle of the pathway. _________________________________________________ Troia sat at the front desk,typing and sorting files about the Lair Legion's latest missions. Troia:Let's see...Evil Goldeneyed...hmmm... She filed it under Unresolved. DING-DONG! Troia:Hallie,Identify. Hallie:Pierson's Porter,former Legionnaire. Troia:*sigh*Okay,let him in. Pierson's Porter walked in and up to the front desk. Troia:Can I help you? Pierson's Porter:I think you should be more concerned about who's going to help you at the moment. A dart struck Troia in the neck,and the Scourge entered the reception area. Baron Zemo:Good work,Porter. Pierson's Porter:Thanks,but don't think this means I'm joining up with you or anything.And I couldn't have done it without Moo's warm milk-sedative dart. Dr.Moo:Don't be so modest,Porter.Stop by my house later and we'll drink Nesquik and eat Kraft Deluxe mac & cheese by candelight.... Pierson's Porter:Er...thanks.I think. Pegasus:It's a good thing these automated defense systems only attack the Legionnaires.What are we looking for anyway,Purply? Baron Zemo:We're looking for Jarvis.And don't call me that. Uatu:Hmmmm...this is incongruent.Jarvis is your most hated enemy,yet you come here to seek out his aid....please explain. Baron Zemo:Don't question me,troll.I have my reasons.Now come,if the Lair Legion's leader is not on the battlefield,he must be sick or injured...we must find the infirmary. _________________________________________________ Jarvis:Um...so what do we do now? Adam:It's all up to you? Jarvis:What do you mean?I have to move this giant steel door? Adam:No need to move it,just REmove it. Jarvis:Um...okay... Jarvis gestured,firing up the JarvisCosmic,but nothing happened. Adam:Nonono,your powers won't help you here.Think outside the physical dimension,that's the only way you'll be able to surpass this obstacle.Now,concentrate.Is their a steel door in front of us? Jarvis:Ye-- Adam:Listen to me.IS THERE A STEEL DOOR IN FRONT OF US? Jarvis:I said ye-- Adam:NO!IS.THERE.A.STEEL.DOOR.IN.FRONT.OF.US? Jarvis:......no. As Jarvis said that,the steel door in front of them disappeared. Adam:See?You're getting the hang of it.Now get ready...what I'm about to show you ain't pretty. As Jarvis and Adam stepped over the threshold where the door had once been,Jarvis felt a horrible wrenching feeling and suddenly,he was somewhere else. _________________________________________________ Jarvis saw his mother gunned down by an alien composed of black energy. He saw himself,just a child,abducted by the alien,named Void,and taken to their homeworld. He saw himself being trained,being conditioned. He saw himself,now a teenager,being subjected to various tests and exercises. Then,he saw his memory being blocked off from him,subtle subliminal messages implanted into his mind so that he wouldn't question his lack of memory. But through it all,through the fog his mind became,one word stood out from all others.Jarvis.Jarvis.What the HELL was a Jarvis? Adam:Do you see now,Tim? Jarvis:Y-yes...yes...oh,God... Adam:I should warn you,there's more.But if you don't want to go any further... Jarvis:No...no...I have to know it all...have to...understand. Adam:Okay...but I'm warning you...the truth hurts. They continued on,and Jarvis was once more flooded with memories...but these weren't memories of his own. Adam's voice narrated,explaining the images he was seeing. Jarvis saw his body strapped to a table,the aliens surrounding,watching in silence.Strange machinery was hooked up to his head,bright flashes of light emitting rapidly from the visor. Jarvis knew the truth now. His real name was Tim Butlier.* *Butlier is not my last name,dammit.It's the character's. The aliens that had abducted him were called the Nebulus,and they were the ones who trained him in the use of his powers,honing his physique,implanting scattered false memories in his head to make up for his lack of real memory. Wiping his mind clean,conditioning him for their own purposes.They were the ones that had created the Parodyverse,not Jarvis.They were from another reality altogether,using the Parodyverse as a tool to breed a new race of warriors for their use,so that they could gain dominion over their own universe. One of their kind,the eldest,objected to this plan and was cast out,becoming the ruler of the Parodyverse,the Parody Master. Lo-Chi,Shangrala,the alien temple,all of it had been an elaborate lie.Years later,one of their own kind had even posed as the fictional Lo-Chi to make Jarvis further believe the ruse. All so that Jarvis would create a team of heroes worthy of joining the Nebulus. They created an unlimited energy source.The Astral Force,or "JarvisCosmic",the GAAAHHH! energy,the ParadoxPower...all were derived from that source of energy,designed to instill itself slightly in any that came in contact with it. That's what they had intended,anyway.They had come to Earth,recently...began harvesting humans in Parodiopolis that had met or been near the Lair Legion,and more specifically Jarvis.Those who still had the residual touch of the Power on them. The process would have ended with the harvesting of the Lair Legion itself,if not for the intervention of the Yos.Now they knew that the Lair Legion could never truly be theirs,so rather than let them continue on,they seek to destroy the Parodyverse,considering it a failed experiment of sorts. Jarvis had never noticed the inconsistencies before.He remembered creating the Parodyverse at a temple in Antarctica,but at the same time the Beginning Fields,the place where the Parodyverse originated and spread outwards from,was in an entirely different place. Now he knew the terrible truth.His entire life had been orchestrated from behind the scenes.Everything he thought he knew about himself was a lie. _________________________________________________ The LairJet touched down on the Yo-Planet,and the Legionnaires filed out.They looked around them. The entire planet had been devestated,ravaged....and there wasn't a single living thing around them. Then,they heard a sound in the rubble. NTU-150 rushed over and pulled the rocks away,to reveal a very battered Yo. NTU-150:Yo!Thank God you're okay!What happened?Where is everyone? Yo:*koffkoff*The...uncute Nebulus...we...going to...surrender to them...but....they....attacked....couldn't.....couldn't beat them....some others....got away....but...they...*koff*They killed Nosostros....and...I heard them say....heard them say they were going....to.....to.... NTU-150:WHAT,Yo?WHAT?!Where where they going? Yo:....Earth.... _________________________________________________ DK:Well,what do you have to say for yourself,Sivraj?Bat got your tongue? Before Sivraj could reply,a bolt of lightning cracked down from the sky,and storm clouds began to gather in the night air.Hundreds of alien beings descended from the sky.One of them,adorned with a cape and crown,spoke. "Greetings,mortals...I am Nebular.I created this universe.And tonight,I shall destroy it." _________________________________________________ Next: The End Game!!! Jarvis |
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