1) Prologue: A Calm Morning

Location: Warehouse in the Badlands

Time: 1:02 PM

“The cleaning of sector 23 is finished, moving on to restoration.”

“Thank you Steve, now if you would excuse me I have pressing work to do now.”

Dr. Weird stepped through a dark door way with bold letters reading Genetics Lab. He walked up to the command module and with a few key strokes and the computers roar to life and the lights turn on. Three forms strapped to tables behind the pain of glass twitch as the light hits the remnants of their eyes. “IT BEGINS!!!” Dr. Weird shouts as he walks into the room carrying a syringe full of a glowing substance.

“Now commencing genetics test #247, muscle enhancement attempt # 16.” He jabs the syringe into the second subject. A death scream escaped from the weakened lips of the individual and the compound began take affect inside their body. The pain was immense, if they weren’t strapped to the table they would be attempting to peel off their skin. A mischievous ear to ear grin appeared on his face as he basked in the howls of the individual before him.

The other two week from all that has been done to them shuddered in fear as all they could do was lie there and listen knowing all too well that they are next. Dr. Weird moves over to the one furthest from the door unveiling another syringe from within his coat and sticks it in their right shoulder drawing 50 ml of blood. It was an off color and he smiled as he held it up to the light, it glistened with a disturbing glow that made him all the happier. “You show some promise #82, much promise indeed, MWAHAHAHAHA.” Laughter was the last thing they heard as he walked out and turned off the lights.

“What do have there sir?”

“IT’S YOUR MAMA STEVE, NOW GET THE FLASK!”

Oklahoma City
NSS Station 7
Corridors
12:45pm

"Sorry I didn't pull off the second teleportation, Professor Quantum," Epoch commented as the two passed through the corridors of the academy.

Quantum chuckled slightly, "Ah, Darren," he said stopping before am intersecting hallway, "You'll improve it always takes time, you should be proud of your progress; i know I am."

Epoch tried to smile.

"This is it for me though, I have some more physics homework to grade before tomorrow morning, I will see you next week, Darren, good luck, and practice your breathing," Professor Quantum commented as he began his way down the intersecting hallway.

"Will do," Epoch replied as he began the walk to the courtyard.

Quantum threw a hand up as he walked, "And don't forget the art report!"

Epoch stopped slightly and sighed, it was a lot of work and all he wanted to do was master teleporting.

A tiny green rectangle in the distance grows larger as the young man in the brown coat advances toward it. The young man can make out the town name "Lawton" as he reaches in his pocket.

"Fuck, I'm out of cigarettes" he sighs. He makes it into the city limits shaking, not for having killed four men, but for his angry nic fit. He finds himself in a Shell Station. He reaches over the counter and grabs a couple of Camel Wides

Akvo rolls for theft: 1 and he escapes with the cigarettes 2-10 the attendant catches him

Random number (1,10) : 4

If caught he rolls to use the Alpha Skill Shoot Sharp Icicles 1-5 he fails to kill the attendant 6-10 the icicles fatally wound the attendant.

Random number (1,10) : 9

If he fails to kill the attendant he rolls again to use the Alpha Skill Shoot Sharp Icicles 1-5 he fails to kill the attendant 6-10 the icicles fatally wound the attendant.

Random number (1,10) : 1

This roll counts for two actions based on prior actions If he successfully kills the attendant a roll of 1 and the video camera does not catch his facial features while 2-10 indicate that the video camera catches his identity. If he does not successfully kill the attendant a roll of 1 and the attendant will not be able to identify to anyone what Akvo looks like while a 2-10 result in the attendant being able to describe to authorities Akvo's appearance exactly

Random number (1,10) : 7

Oklahoma City
First National Center Building
Roof
12:37 PM

Changeling sits atop the building... sulking... something he often did. Especially now that her death was nearing... but enough wallowing in pity. Changeling stood up, the wind blowing his hair about.

Barely audible due to the intense wind he mumbled to himself, "Time to prove yourself, time to fly."

He tensed up his legs and leaped forth from the spire atop the building narrowing missing the edge, the winds howl was now an almost unbearable whistle. He felt for the familiar metal mask, grasp it and fit it snugly to his face and willed his descent to slow.

If 1-3 then Changeling only partially slows his descent and hits the pavement hard, but not fatally. If 4-8 Changeling slows his descent to a glide and slowly floats down to the ground. If 9-10 Changeling gains complete control over his descent and stops in mid air.

Random number (1,10) : 2

Oklahoma City
31st Ave. Sidewalk
12:39 PM

The ground was coming up... fast. And he was not slowing down.

"OH SHIT OH SHIT!!!!"

Changeling crashed into the ground with a thunderous boom and rolled forward before collapsing onto the pavement.

He lay there a moment... "Owwwwwww..." hardly able to speak after having the breath knocked out of him.

One man offered him a hand, Changeling reached out, accepting the help. After all he had just 'fallen' over 500 feet and survived... Maybe try somewhere a little less high next time...

He stood up and walked back to his apartment at the NSS. Gazing back at the building he had just jumped from... shaking his head in disappointment.