Preparations for War: The Martian Saga
February 18, 2083, Town Square.
The Mayor new this would be the start of the war. He didn’t want to do it. But he knew he must.
“Let the battle begin!”
January 5th, 2083, Helian’s Castle.
Frank and Yacov were sitting at a table eating lunch, when Helian came in.
“Hey Boys, it’s time for training. After all, Shigeru Miyamoto did come all this way to instruct us in the ways of war, isn’t it Mr. Miyamoto?”
“Yes it is, since I have nothing to do for the next 4 months. Lots of vacation time, you see.”
“So,” Frank asked, “What will you be teaching us?”
“I shall tell you, but first I want all the troops gathered up. Helian, Get them here now.”
“I will Now give you all your positions”, Stated Helian, “ Me, General. Frank, Co-General. Penguin, Frank’s apprentice, Otis-scout, Ms. Florigon- Infiltration, Yacov-Intelligence, Julian and Polter- Defense experts, Jack the Zipper- Ummm, Well I don’t care. And of course it Mr. Miyamoto as are trainer. Any Objections?”
“Well, don’t we need a—” Yacov was cut short, as an interdimensional portal opened up, and two people fell out, and then it closed.
Now, many people think an interdimensional portal takes you through space, but it takes you through Space AND Time. While going through one, you pass through Every single point in time and space at once. To imagine this, first think of a circle. Now, have the circle start flaming and have 10 ducks stand at the center of the circle. Then draw an infinite line so it goes straight AND passes through every point on the circle, yet missing the ducks and the flames.
Once you can imagine that, you can know how interdimensional portal work.
However, Bob Justice and Vivi did not. They did not get lucky either though. For if you go through a interdimensional portal you will never get to where you want. But as the case with these two, they DID NOT know where they wanted to go, so they ended up where they were needed. On Mars. Right in time to be trained. Lucky them.
“—Someone with good logic skills?” Yacov Finished.
“Did someone say they Needed Logic skills?” Yelled Bob Justice, not caring where he was. Then remembering his mission to find out what happened to Frank and Yacov, “I found them, Case Solved!”
“Were stranded on Mars surrounded by—“
Vivi looked around, and couldn’t believe what she saw. “A Mad scientist looking dude, a Penguin, Is that a dust Bunny, That thing looks Hideous (That was Jack, of course) ,And all you care about is that you found Frank and Yacov? Why do they all have weapons…?”
“Because were training,” Said Frank. “Oh, and Hi. What are you doing on Mars!”
“I don’t know, going mad maybe.”
“Welcome to my life,” Muttered Yacov.
“Now what?” Asked Bob Justice.
“You help me take over Mars!” Shouted Helian.
January 5th, 2083, Sasorix’s castle.
Sasorix examined his troops. First was SNLD, his right hand man. Second was BloodSucker, the vampire who was always drunk. BloodSucker was like any other Vampire, with worse luck. He always seemed to drink the blood of drunk people, making him drunk. And nobody likes a drunk vampire. (Well, No one likes Vampires in the first place because they drink your blood. And they can’t love at all. Take that Most other Stories!) Bozo, the killer clown. Actually, that’s all there is to say about him. His clown cars explode, his nose is a bomb, and his flowers squirt liquid Nitrogen. There was also Joe, the melodramatic Window washer. He was always complaining about everything. However, he had an IQ of 200, so he was pretty smart. There was also Angelina, the Catgirl from zelga 23. She had the power to manipulate interdimensional portals, and use them at her will.
“Where are they?” Muttered Sasorix angrily. “There late!”
“THERE ON THEIR WAY, THEY JUST TEXTED ME.”
“I’m not waiting, I’m going to train.” Bozo then left after saying this.
January 20th, 2083, Helian’s Castle.
Yacov was tired. The last 15 days he had spent coming up with a strategy to beat Sasorix. Then Frank came into the room to bother him.
“Hey Yacov, I learned how to operate a T-17 Blaster! And My NAI1 can shoot people as well. It even has a cook book! Can you belive a game system has a cook book?”
“I’m more surprised it can be used as a gun.”
“Mr. Miyamoto Loves Guns, Why wouldn’t he put it into a hand held device?”
Yacov of course had no clue what to say to that. Anything he said would be to reasonable for Frank to understand. Then Vivi walked in, also tired.
“What did I do to get into this training? It’s exhausting. I Just want to go home and play some Last Chronicles 6,768.”
“Why,” asked Frank, “That series went downhill after number 2,435. It’s all crap now.”
“Because it would be better than this training and all of this stuff that doesn’t make sense! Why should we even try to stop Sasorix? He’s not our problem? Why don’t we go back to earth?” Vivi was now yelling.
“Because if we went back to earth we couldn’t defeat Sasorix and take over Mars. And who wants to take over Earth?”
January 25th, NASA II
The General picked up the phone and called his contact.
“They are all on Mars now, so we have nothing to fear. Yes, even that too smart for his own good detective. Yes, I do want to move to phase two now. What do you mean you’re not ready! Get on with it. Ugh…”
The General hung up. His plan was now underway. Slowly maybe, it might even take years. But he had time. No one could stop him now…
January 28th, 2083, Sasorix’s castle.
They had Finally come. What had took them so long? Sasorix, to say the least, was mad.
“Umm… we were late because… ummm…”
“because we had to buy some weapons, ya that’s it! We were buying weapons, right Bro?”
“Oh, ya, and soft drinks! We needed those too.”
Sasorix was starting to wonder why he had hired these two. They were Guzzinites, one of the strongest intelligent life forms around. Well, I meant to say sentient, not intelligent, as there not very smart. Until it comes to beating people up. They can do that without thinking. Which is good, because they can’t think well.
“Whatever. Just get training. It’s fast approaching. And we must win, no matter what. If we don’t, Helian will become the most popular in town, and we don’t want that.”
February 10th, 2083, Helian’s castle.
“Only 8 days before the first battle”
Sasorix was explaining what was going down. He had assembled the troops for briefing.
“We must win this battle. It is very crucial. If we don’t, Sasorix stays in control of the town. We must win no matter what. It will be a very deadly and difficult contest…”
“What kind of contest? A sword fight?” Frank asked.
“Maybe a game of chess,” Yacov asked hopefully.
“Or a murder mystery,” hazarded Bob Justice.
“You can only wish. This is 19X harder than any of those. It’s the 34th annual Martopolis Bake-Off! Can any of you bake?”
“Wait, if we are participating in a Bake-Off, Why did we go through weapon training?” asked Yacov sensibly.
“We should of learned to bake.”
“YOU MEAN YOU WASTED WEEKS OF MY LIFE ON SOMETHING I DON’T NEED” Yelled Vivi.
“Yes.”
“well Let’s get Crackin,” stated Bob Justice, while donning a pair of sunglasses. “We have 8 days to learn.”
“You can’t, you must finish your other training first,” Stated Mr. Miyamoto. “It will take at least 7 days.”
February 17th, 2083, Sasorix’s castle.
“Welcome, Master Chef, I’m glad you could make it too help us.”
“Of course. I am at your service. With me at your side, you can’t lose.”
February 17th, 2083, Helian’s castle.
The day before, all the weapon training had been finished. Today was a day to learn how to cook.
“So, ummm…, Who here can cook at all”
Only Vivi and penguin raised their hands.
Well, we have a lot of work to do. Let’s get to it!”
The rest of the day, they tried to cook, to no great avail. They burnt the Eggwhites, Blew up the grent rolls, and set fire to the apple pie. By then end of the day, their success rate was very low. They did however perfect the Truffle Crukes though. Too bad that was only one of the requirements. The day was coming to a close.
Sasorix stood up and tried to boost the Morals. “For over a month we have trained hard and tomorrow is the day of reckoning. We shall win, and don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. Don’t believe in yourself! Believe in me, who believes in you!”
And with that pep talk, they went to bed.
February 18, 2083, Town Square.
The Mayor new this would be the start of the war. He didn’t want to do it. But he knew he must.
“Let the battle begin! The 34th annual Martopolis Bake-Off is now underway!”
The crowd went wild.
To Be Continued…..