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Vanguard: Season Four: A Superhero Adventure
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Contents
Title Page
Before You Start...
16 - Future Tense
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
17 - Prisoners of War
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
18 - Return of the Red Fist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
19 - The Codex
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
20 - Future's End
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
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Twenty years have passed since the alien invasion of Earth began and humanity has lost. The invaders have set up a new government run by their human conspirators, and the superhuman population is now imprisoned, used as labor or for the aliens’ inhumane experimentation.
But a new team of specials exists in the future, continuing the legacy of Vanguard. Together, they are the only source of resistance against the alien overlords. For years, their efforts have been valiant, yet futile. Now though, they have the opportunity to change the future, if only they can send the mysterious Chronos into the past!
VANGUARD
SEASON FOUR
By Percival Constantine
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16 - FUTURE TENSE
CHAPTER 1
The Future
Chronos stood in front of a large window, leaning against the guardrail, looking out over the clouds. If he squinted, he could barely make out the lights of one of the cities far down below against the darkness of the night. He’d removed his armor and was given some clothes to wear—a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt.
“You settled in?”
Chronos turned from the guardrail and saw the youngest member of Vanguard standing behind him. Her name was Talon and the name was an apt description of what her fingers transformed into. She could also sprout wings from her back at will. But now, she looked like just a normal, teenage girl. Chin-length, dark hair tied behind her head in a ponytail.
“More or less,” said Chronos. “Felt a little weird having the chance to take a real shower.”
Talon smiled and approached the guardrail, leaning against it beside him. “Beautiful, huh? Even though the world’s in hell, I still feel a little grateful that I got to grow up with a view like this.”
“You grew up on the Icarus?”
She nodded. “Pretty much. Uncle Lee built it when I was still a baby. Before that, my parents say that we mostly moved from location to location. Grandpa Leo had a lot of secret bases he knew about, I guess.”
“So it’s a family operation then?”
“Of sorts. Uncle Lee and Grandpa Leo, they weren’t blood relatives. But Dad always says that family’s the people who take you in, not always the people you share DNA with.”
“And Dad is…?”
Talon gave a smirk. “What, you couldn’t see the resemblance? You just got done talking with my parents.”
“Sharkskin and Shift,” said Chronos. “Yeah, you do look like your dad, I guess. And you clearly got the shapeshifting gift from both of them.”
“My name’s Vicky, by the way,” she said. “Vicky Asano.”
“I’m…just Chronos,” he said.
“No real name?”
He shook his head. “We weren’t given names in the camp. Just numbers.” Chronos turned his head so Vicky could see the barcode tattooed on the back of his neck.
Vicky reached a hand out, her fingers almost brushing against the barcode. But she retracted her arm before she could touch. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Chronos turned his head back around. “So this place…?”
“Yeah, Uncle Lee built it. Or renovated it, I guess. Vanguard took command of a Kotharian warship and after the battle, Uncle Lee did a lot of work gutting the Kotharian elements, anything that could track us, and launched it as our new mobile base. We kind of needed the extra room.”
“Why’s that?”
Vicky moved from the guardrail and waved her hand for Chronos to follow. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
Chronos jogged quickly to catch up to her. Vicky took him to the elevators and they rode up to the middle levels. When the doors opened, they found themselves in a large cafeteria. Staff were dispensing food to a line of people that included men, women, and children. Some of them had strange appearances, mutations that Chronos imagined were caused by the special gene.
“We’ve got a few hundred families onboard here,” said Vicky. “Nobody is turned away, but most work to help the cause. Some of them work in the kitchen or in maintenance here on the Icarus. Others may work in the infirmary or as teachers. We have a lot who monitor communications traffic, trying to figure out where any at-risk specials might be.”
“So everyone here’s a special?” asked Chronos.
“No, we’ve got humans mixed in as well,” said Vicky. “At first, the Kotharians were targeting specials. Then they started targeting humans who had a high probability of their special gene activating or who might have children who would be active specials. That barcode you have? We’ve got something similar. Genetic markers are injected into every newborn baby so the occupation government can monitor the special genes.”
Vicky and Chronos walked past the cafeteria tables, with a few people offering greetings to the youngest Vanguardian. She returned their greetings with smiles and pleasantries of her own.
“Basically, if you’re a human without any special potential, you get to live your life as you please,” said Vicky. “Most of the widespread fighting has ceased. There’s still a Kotharian military presence just outside of Earth’s orbit, but for the most part, the human co-conspirators are the ones in charge of the planet.”
“In some ways, things might be better for you guys than they were in my time,” said Chronos. “Everyone was born into slavery. Being able to turn the Earth’s population against a small minority is pretty useful. You can get them to do anything you want.”
“Uncle Zen used to say people in power have always been able to easily exploit humanity’s prejudices for their own benefit.”
“And Vanguard?” asked Chronos. “You guys seem to have an army onboard this ship. Why not take the fight to the Kotharians?”
“Because things aren’t always that simple.”<
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Chronos turned at the sound of a new voice. He saw a woman in her forties with brown skin and long, black hair standing behind him. She wore a green and brown uniform with the Vanguard symbol on it.
“Chronos, this is Tuwa,” said Vicky. “She and my parents were friends back before the war.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Chronos.
Tuwa didn’t offer a greeting, just eyed him with curiosity. “So I understand you’re the one to blame for the world being in this state?”
Chronos blinked. Vicky glared hard at Tuwa, but the older woman was unfazed. She fixed her gaze on the Icarus’ new arrival.
“And to answer your question, Chronos. Just because these people are specials doesn’t make them fighters,” she added. “We don’t force anyone to become a soldier. There are those who volunteer, however. We train them, send them on missions, and see what they can bring back.”
“Listen, I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just asking a question.”
“Just like you didn’t mean to bring the Kotharians to our doorstep?” Tuwa stepped closer, her brown eyes burning with barely restrained anger. “Do you know how many friends I’ve lost over the past twenty years?”
“I didn’t know.”
“And you didn’t even bother to consider the possibility of what ramifications could come from screwing with the timeline.” Tuwa pushed him out of the way and walked off.
Chronos watched her leave, his mouth hanging open. Vicky placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and he looked at her. She tried to flash a faint smile, but it was only a small comfort.
“Sorry about that. Mom says she wasn’t always like that.”
“What happened?” asked Chronos.
“I don’t really know,” said Vicky. “I asked Mom once and all she said was Tuwa lost someone very important. She mostly keeps to herself, barely interacts with anyone unless she has to. To be honest, I’m surprised to see her in the cafeteria.”
Vicky patted him on the back. “Anyway, come on. I’ll show you the rest of the ship.”
***
In the center of the darkened war room was a round table. The Analyst, in his mobile life-support unit, stared at the holographic map projected above the table. Both Koji Asano and Erin Hastings also stood around the table, looking at the map.
“This is our target,” said the Analyst. “According to my source, this is where the tachyon experiments are occurring. If we can get our hands on that technology, perhaps Chronos can use it to repair his chronal emitter.”
Koji folded his arms and frowned as he studied the projection. “I don’t like it, boss. How can we trust this mysterious source when you won’t tell us who it is?”
“It’s part of the arrangement, Mr. Asano, you know that,” said the Analyst.
“And you really believe that Chronos can do what he says? That he can somehow stop the invasion before it happens?”
“His story seems to be on the level,” said the Analyst. “His memories are a bit fractured, but they do paint a picture of an alternate timeline that he successfully changed.”
“Yeah, but that change brought the Kotharians here sooner,” said Koji. “Say he goes back again. What if this time he makes it so we’re being ruled by Nazi dinosaurs or something?”
The Analyst blinked a few times. “Koji, I am continually amazed at your ability to leave me dumbfounded and speechless.”
“It’s a gift,” said Koji. “But you see my point, right?”
“I do. And you’re right, we’re messing with forces we can’t even begin to comprehend. There is definitely a possibility of Chronos actually making things worse instead of better. But then again, isn’t that something we risk every time we undertake a mission against the Kotharians? We take these chances because to do nothing would be worse than failure.”
Koji clicked his tongue. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“What about the team?” asked Erin.
“You will lead a squad composed of your husband, Ink, Tuwa, Cache, and Talon,” said the Analyst.
Erin shook her head. “No way, not happening.”
The Analyst sighed. “Erin, we’ve spoken about this.”
“I’m not sending my daughter on a mission like this. Search and rescue, fine. She can handle the Gunsmiths. But going into a Kotharian research facility? Where security will be amped up? No way, it’s too dangerous.”
“We need her. Sentinel’s death has dealt a blow to our readiness.”
“Then get someone else,” said Erin. “Fuerte.”
“She’s off on a recon mission trying to intercept some specials being rounded up in Europe.”
“Pyre.”
“He’s off the grid,” said the Analyst. “I fear he may be dead or captured.”
“Then what about—”
“Erin, please,” said the Analyst. “I care for Victoria as if she were my own blood. But we need her in the field. She’s ready. Now, I understand your reluctance—”
“No, you don’t.” Erin turned from the table and marched out of the war room.
The Analyst sighed and looked at Koji. He closed his eyes and gave a nod. Koji chased after her, emerging into the corridor and calling out to her. “Hey, Erin!”
She stopped and turned, folding her arms over her chest. Koji approached her and looked into her yellow eyes. “Look, I know you’re scared. But the Analyst’s got a point. We’re running on fumes here and if Vic can help us turn the tide, then don’t we owe it to her and to ourselves to see that this mission is successful? And besides, she’s about the same age you were when you joined the team.”
“That was a different time,” said Erin. “We weren’t living under an alien dictatorship.”
“Yeah, I know. But if we pull it off, then we can change all that.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of…” Erin muttered under her breath.
Koji raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Changing the past. What if…what if it was the war that brought us together?” she asked. “Being prisoners back then? What if by changing the past, Vicky’s never born?”
Koji sighed. He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her close to him. “We just gotta have faith.”
But in truth, that same worry had been plaguing him since the Analyst first mentioned his plan.
CHAPTER 2
The elevator doors opened and Chronos and Talon stepped onto the floor. They walked across the wide open expanse and towards a small plane that sat in the hangar. The rest of the team was already waiting for them.
“Ah good, we’ve been waiting for you,” said the Analyst. “You know most of the team already. And I understand you’ve already met Tuwa.”
Chronos studied the faces he knew—Shift, Sharkskin, Ink, but Tuwa’s eyes he tried to avoid. There was another man in the group, slightly older than Sharkskin. He had tanned skin and close-cropped hair.
“Alex Rodriguez,” he said, offering his hand to Chronos. “People call me Cache.”
“Chronos,” said the time-traveller. He shook Cache’s hand and then looked at the Analyst. “So what’s the plan here?”
The Analyst looked at Shift. “Erin?”
Shift took a breath and stepped forward, drawing the entire team’s attention. “We’re going into a Kotharian research facility. It’s located in Nevada, run by Proximo Labs. The Analyst has a source inside Cerberus who tells us that Proximo is conducting tachyon experiments.”
“Am I supposed to know what all that means?” asked Ink.
“That’s what makes my time travel possible,” said Chronos.
“That’s right,” said Shift. “If we can get our hands on some of the equipment they’ve got, we’ve got a good shot at sending Chronos back in time to stop the invasion.”
“Assuming he doesn’t screw it up again,” said Tuwa.
“I can fix it this time, I know it,” said Chronos.
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” asked Tuwa.<
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“There’s a Kotharian who came here before the rest. Your friends tell me she’s the one responsible for bringing the rest of their military to Earth. I go back, I kill her, everything is set right.”
Tuwa scoffed. “I somehow doubt it’s as simple as that.”
“We can discuss the ethics of time travel later,” said the Analyst. “What’s important is that we get this prototype. Without that, there’s nothing we can do.”
“Right, so everyone get onboard,” said Shift. “The rest of this bickering can wait until after we’ve finished our job.”
She turned from the group and marched towards the plane’s ramp. The rest of the group followed, but Tuwa tossed one final glare in Chronos’ direction before following. Chronos lingered behind with the Analyst.
“Pay her no mind,” said the Analyst. “What we’re doing is necessary to preserve the future.”
“Yeah, I get that,” said Chronos. “Still…are you sure this can work?”
“We’ve really no other choice. It’s all we can do to keep this team together. And whether the rest of Vanguard chooses to admit it or not, our numbers aren’t what they used to be. Once, we were strong. United. But now, our numbers are dwindling. Many of our people have been killed or captured. More and more of the specials we care for are afraid to volunteer for active duty.”
“So it’s all up to me,” said Chronos with a sigh. “No pressure, right?”
The Analyst smirked as Chronos proceeded to the plane. Once onboard, the ramp closed and the plane activated, departing from the hangar and into the night sky. The Analyst watched it leave and thought on his actions. With a simple command, a comm-link was established with his contact inside Cerberus. The holographic projection of Jim Ellis appeared in front of the Analyst. His hair was short and he had a beard with one eye replaced by a cybernetic implant.
“They’re en route,” said the Analyst.
“Good,” said Jim. “I’ve already diverted security from Proximo. They’ll have a window, however small, where the Gunsmith forces will be halved. They can get in and grab the prototype before anyone knows what’s going on.”