The thundering roar of screeching tires failing to stop in time..." Trunkkun Nooo!!!"
Mooki Tsvangirai flails his arms up to block the oncoming reaper. An eighteen-wheeler, barnyard red which could easily also be combat red Kenworth truck. Its horn blurs like a mighty hippo swallowing Mooki's body. A strange series of rapidly cascading light waves of Mayan green and Mongol blue and Garamante orange.
'I can't die like this, I haven't even done anything yet. I have not even finished high school yet. I was going to ask her out tomorrow for sure. My sixteenth is only a month away. This can't be real. I'm just a boy.' These were the final thoughts as Mooki watched his body break apart in front of him.
[Retrieval Complete!]
Mooki's mouth is wide open, standing like a tree in the middle of the unending room, his eyes throbbing as they are trying to adjust to the much too bright sanitized silver environment. His breath chills quickly as it leaves his body. Thou he doesn't feel cold. His clothes are also different as opposed to him wearing his classic jeans and t-shirt combo. He is currently rocking a two-piece uniform, dark blue, almost Durrani blue. With a single Zimbabwe black line running down from his shoulder across the heart to his ankle. At the heart, an emblem sits steeped in the history of humanity.
He faces down at his regulation Donghu black boots, laces tied in the traditional style, right to left. They fit comfortably. His emblem is the earth, surrounded by two Impi's whose handles grow into buffalo horns encompassed entirely by an olive branch. This is the symbol of the Realm Eternal, The seat of power for humanity's greatest dynasty. The seal of Sol represents the Galactic Empire of Ultima.
Mooki looks around. The chamber is pristine, if one could call it a room. He can't see the end walls or any windows, just a spartan table, and chair in front of it. The chair is an egg-shaped silver with a grey cushion and the table is floating in mid-air. A single note on it bearing the Seal of Sol.
Mooki being a moth pulled to the flame of the note attracted by the same emblem found on his jacket, only this one is in tribal black ink instead of Pichu Green like his emblem. He sits to read the note and is greeted by the voice of God. Or so he thinks, as it sounds displaced from reality, yet absolutely clear. Similar to how the voice in your head sounds, yet this is completely alien to him.
[Nkosinathi, True Son of the Soil, last-child of Overlord Baki. Born in the year 4472. Welcome to the Realm Eternal. You have been chosen as the Overlord of Ultima. Honor thy father]
Mooki finds he cannot move, or rather he is in stasis as it doesn't even feel like he is breathing anymore.
[Praise be to Overlord Baki, Lord of Seven Jewels of Sol. Brear of Orion's belt, Unifier of Mars. High Luminary of Neptune, Domina of Titan, First Sword of Venus, Sole Functionary of Mercury, Daimyo of Ganymede. You are his last son thrown into the past destined never to rule Realm Ultima, where your brothers and sisters have failed. We hope you can succeed. Do you accept the charge of Overlord?]
Mooki is not sure, but what else can he do, say no, and be stuck in this limbo forever? Plus the small memory Ingram he receives during transport tells him that if refuses, he will stay in stasis forever.
"I accept!"
[Do you accept the keys to Orion's Belt?]
"I accept!"
[Do you accept the burden of High Luminary?]
"I accept!", 'It's not like I can just go home. How would I even go home? Man, I should have had that last piece of chicken,'
[Will take charge of your responsibilities]
"I accept!"
[You are hereby charged with greatness or death. It is up to you...]
He fades back into reality, his body feeling normal again
[Rise great Overlord, claim your name, your land, your people, and your realm. The stars are yours. May you rule eternal.]
The note on the table had split into three neat sections. The Earth, the Impis, and the Olive branch. These are the gifts that are remaining. The leftovers of his predecessors. According to the note, his selection will change the last resource pack into one of the following. A dry run for the crowning.
He looks at the Earth package first, it will change the resource pack into a series of packages meant to aid in the planet's development. He is not sure what to do. Each of the packages has their merits. Mooki tenses up he is really not sure what to do if he had some sort of tutorial he could at least make an informed decision.
"Computer status report. " He closes his eyes, awaiting the familiar mechanical voice of every science fiction book he has ever read. The system will help him understand what to do maybe. He sweats a bit as no sound can be heard. He rubs his eyes hoping to irritate a thought out of his brain. He looks at the earth package again. The prefix reading Habit Development. It lists a number of zones that can be created from an optimised template to help a new colony develop quickly or an established one develop to a higher standard.
What also caught his attention is that each package alters the belt of Orion to a different configuration. His inner nerd jizzed in his pants when saw that the Olive Branch package would give a universal translation matrix, which he hopes means aliens. 'Why else would we need one.'
The Impi package is the military package. It basically gives him a fleet to operate. He is not sure how that would work does he need other people are can he control them like drones. He stands slamming his hands on the table. The table and the rest of the room begin to crumble into the sands of time taking him with it.
[Deploying]
When he transported a little information got sent into him automatically, such as the fact this is not a dream, his family ruled Ultima since they pushed back the invasion 2109 by the Singularity a military society hell-bent on remaking the universe in their image. The problem lies in that nothing is current like where he is or the situation of Ultima was contained in the memories only the image of a fierce-looking warrior woman who looks too much like a Wakandan.
He struggles violently when his breathing is stifled by water, he opens his eyes to another sterile room filled with people wearing his uniform. Pounding on the glass of his pod.
"Get him quickly, don't let him drown like Lord Dinklage, hurry!" The man has a beard on his face carefully trimmed. His Turbin is also the colour of the uniforms. Three scientist looking fellows quickly rush to his pod. Each releasing a coupling, causing the pod system to drain and for Mooki to be purged from the pod.
On his knees, Mooki, coughs the water that had infested his lungs, instead of helping him they all the people in the room bow to the future overlord. Chandragupta speaks while his lord is coughing his lungs out. "lord of lords, the future king of the stars, Supreme leader of humanity, Chairman of the Central Military Commission and of all the armed forces, his royal excellency, Prince Reagent of Ultima, Last living son of Overlord Baki, Nkosinathi Coriolanus."
"Uhm!' Mooki tries to clear his throat if he remembers correctly his real name is not Mooki like the one given to him at the orphanage in 2004 his supposed birth year but rather Nkosi[King] Nathi[ With us] of the house Coriolanus. His father's full name is Nkosi[King] Wethu[Ours] Coriolanus affectionately called Baki after his great grandfather Bhekimusi.
"Where am I." Mooki' asks his voice still agitated by the water.
"Overlord...I mean lord Nkosinathi you are in the summoning hall of the self-defence platform Orion's Belt." A polite small-framed man says, his wavey orange hair the only thing more twisted than his accent by 2020 standards its should be Irish but its seems to Mooki that the man moved there in his youth as it is not traditional by any sense but also not as diluted as the Boston accent.
He gets to his feet as the aide places the emblem on his heart which quickly dresses him covering his intimate areas, his uniform is still the same only now featuring a rope around his right shoulder made of pliable metal that moves like string. Its silver gold highlighting him as the leader of all the armed forces.
"Thank you?"
The aide turns lowers his head his orange hair blinding the newly minted lord further and says "Jon my lord."
"Jon thank you." Mooki can understand the situation briefly however his immediate thought is the fact that he didn't choose any of the packages yet. had he missed his opportunity?
"You!" Mooki points to Chandragupta, he immediately stands straight as an arrow, matching the plants in the room that are behind glass containers much like himself earlier. The walls appear to carved to match Petra as a student his study of Africa and its leaders are of particular interest to Mooki.