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Elliot Radcliffe
Krut Eon 10081-A Distant Place, A Distant Past
Elliot, the Paladin, The Strongest, The Champion, and The Invincible, he was called by many names, awarded with numerous titles. He was a living legend, a human who transcended his humanity. To sum it all, he is no normal man, an existence realms above from normal men.
Yet, here he was, on the floor, snoring loudly without care. He was drunk from drinking all night in the pub and fell asleep there. Despite having a constitution which can make him impregnable from any effects of any substance, he can choose to disable this ability if he wished.
"Idiot, wake up, feel some shame.", an old man in a red cleric robe said.
"Rakah, hi, is it morning already?", Elliot answered while yawning.
Rakah is the Commander General of the Empire of Raha-Adrah, an empire encompassing numerous worlds. The empire is a paramount existence, an entity which few in the universe could hope to provoke and yet here it was now, facing extreme crisis due to ever devouring race of Udru. Now the only hope in the face of this mighty adversary is Elliot.
"Yeah, its morning. Are you ready for the war?"
Elliot laughed and answered, "Always. Race you to the battlefield!", having said this, he ran away so fast that normal people cannot even see a strand of his figure.
Rakah smiled wryly and began to walk slowly towards the exit. A burly old man appeared and called out to him.
"Sir, your friend hasn't paid his bill yet."
Having expected this slightly, Rakah sighed and paid the enormous bill without asking any more question. Exiting the pub, he looked over the horizon and felt uneasy. The war against the Udru has been going well, too well that it seems fake.
"I hope I'm just overthinking things.", Rakah said while sighing again.
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Louise Stanford
26/08/2018-Earth, Modern Day
Pretty, but too boring. Never joins her classmates for their meet-ups. She's mostly busy working part-time due to the need for finances as she lives alone.
She is not poor, but not really rich. She is living alone but her family is still alive, she just wants to be independent. Working diligently, doing things seriously, she is a woman that seems cold and yet here she was now at home crying.
When all is said and done, she was still a woman, she has emotions, and now she was crying because of what she saw earlier. Her boyfriend, got himself a new attractive girlfriend. Louise never really spent much time with him due to being busy, and now she regretted it and cried alone quietly.
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#013
24/12/3017-Earth, about a Thousand years later
A name? That he did not have. Even most of the people who knew him only knows him as a government agent who frequents field work to protect the Interplanetary Militia Coalition, a union between Earth, Mars, and Jupiter.
In this era, countless humans already occupy the other planets of the Solar System, yet, having the same roots as humans of Earth, many wars occurred between each of the planet's governing entities. Still, the Solar System as a whole, or Empirica as named by the people became an existence feared by many races from the Milky Way and even other Galaxies due to their technological advancement.
Humans, despite lacking the physical and supernatural abilities of other races which gave them flight and terrifying battle prowess, held a supreme position as one of the powerful forces in the Universe.
#013 was an agent of the strongest entity of the Empirica and he was supported with gadgets and tools that gained him the nickname "Toy box", a name that is known by many but induce fear to those who knew of him.
In a ship cruising in space, #013 can be found, humming while cooking for his lunch.
"Agent #013, congratulations for accomplishing your mission. I am sorry to intrude upon you but the Council has given you a new mission. The details are in the file sent to your P.A.G.E. Over and out.", said a hologram depicting a woman in her 30's in the Council's office before disappearing.
As soon as he heard this, he stopped chopping onions and sighed deeply, realizing he has no choice, he continued his cooking.
"Amber, show me the file.", he said.
His watch flashed and a hologram of a chubby white cat appeared. The cat blinked then yawned as it slowly opened a screen in front of it.
"The mission seems to be dangerous boss. The level of confidentiality is black, and the level of importance is level 9, even wars between the coalition and the others only get a level 7.", the cat said as it purred.
The screen depicted a man. A single person with an unknown race despite looking exactly like a human. It showed the man swinging down the sword towards the sun and slashing it open, creating a massive explosion destroying the inner planets. That in itself was shocking, but the clip did not end there. The man turned around and what could be seen was a face of sadness, of grief, and pain.
"Amber, send me to the indicated time-axis quickly", said #013, all the way wearing a grim expression.
"Yes sir, please hold on tight. Destination: Earth, August 26, 2018."