My new MMUFFI (Massive Multi-Universe Fan Fiction Idea)
I started actually started writing this yesterday and only have two pages actually done. I tried to do my best to describe the some of the less original characters in as much detail as I could (think of) so anyone who read this would get the basic mental picture of who they were without having to know them too much. Hopefully I succeeded.
I was hoping I would have had more done, but I got distracted by MUGEN, for which I found some new characters I hadn't expected to find. Screen shots to come?
Anyways, here's the draft of the pages.
Prologue/Chapter 1 - So it has begun...
“The story begins with not the wayone would expect. No, its starts with the way few would imagine.Zathras is one of the few. Zathras has seen many things over Zathras' short existance, not as much as his brothers Zathras, Zathras, and Zathras, and surely not as much as Zathras, the eldest of of all, who travelled to the past with the One Who Was to save the future. Even so, Zathras has seen a lot, Zathras has.
“But Zathras not important. Zathras never is. Many others, like the One and the Lady, are more important than Zathras. They have more important role in history, and that makes Zathras feel bad. But Zathras used to it, and Zathras even feels good about feeling bad.
“But the story isn't about Zathras,or the Lady, or even the One Who Was. The story is about someone who has no idea on what awaits him. If he knew what awaited him, he certainly would have an idea of what awaited him, but no idea he has.No, he goes about his life, much younger than Zathras, angry at the world like Zathras is sometimes, no knowing what was waiting. But Zathras knows what's waiting, as so does the Lady. To this someone,this boy who has no idea, what's waiting is both a gift and curse, to not only him but the Zathras and the Lady, and the entire whole of existence.
“What will this someone do with when he finds what awaits him. Not even Zathras knows what he will do, but Zathras know that he will find out soon--”
The sound of someone clearing their throat caught Zathras' attention. He turned from his the console that he was monitoring to look at the center of the room, to a woman sitting at a desk covered with various metal data devices, each containing some important piece of information that required her immediate attention. The woman, whom Zathras referred to as “The Lady,” appeared to be a middle-aged slender human woman, dressed in an elegant-yet-no-nonsense blue-grey dress which was topped by navy blue jacket that somehow didn't seem to clash with her attire. Shehad shoulder-length blond hair which was streaked with grey, which seemed to contradict her youthful face. However, her eyes betrayed her face even more, as her blue eyes seemed old and tired as if she'd been alive much longer than Zathras could imagine.
Zathras himself was a gangly looking fellow, quite the opposite of the elegant Lady. His face seemed to be of an old man with bad oral health. His hair was short and brown,somehow neatly combed while the rest of him seemed unorderly. He wore clothes made of various skins, with a jacket which had shoulders adorned with what appeared to be coon tails. His appearance was a stark contrast to the environment that he and the Lady, as well as several other in the vicinity, worked in.
The environment was a brightly litroom with walls that appeared to be made of blue wood. It was positioned like a trapezoid, with the back wall twice as large as thefront wall. Many displays and built-in equipment aligned the sidewalls and most of the back wall, with a large door that slid open in the middle of the large was. The bulk of the main room was filled with high-tech desks with built in computer consoles, many of which were occupied by some being of one form or another, mostly of being that looked like humanoid lions. The desk at the front of the room was where the Lady was stationed, facing towards the rest of the desks like a school teacher observing her students. And Zathras 'station was in the preverbal front row.
The front wall to the back of the Lady's desk had a set of three windows taking up the majority of the wall, looking out onto the landscape outside. However, there wasn't anything of interest going on outside. In fact, nothing was out thereat all, except for a few tables that had been put out there for the staff to use if they wanted to go outside to relax. The only feature was a blank white landscape of nothingness which seemed to extent into infinity. It was like a white void, but somehow there was air and ground, so to speak, which made it somewhat hospitable. The Lady had considered having some building put up for general use, but decided against it because she rather have her people yurn for home rather than get to comfortable in this white void. It was her home,not theirs.
The Lady cleared her throat again,then looked at Zathras. “Mr. Zathras,” she said in an aristocratic voice with just a hint of an accent, “how many times have I told you not to talk to yourself, especially in the third person?” She sounded only a touch annoyed; Zathras had been part of her team for almost ten years now, and while he didn't seem to be the most intelligent and in fact was just a little clumsy,he was in fact quite resourceful and probably one of the most tech-minded of the staff. She definitely understood why Draal had recommended him.
Zathras made a sound that sounded like someone clicking their tongue against their teeth, then said,“Zather-I mean, I have counted up to about one thousand seven hundred times, my Lady,”Zathras replied.
The Lady raised an eyebrow. “Only one thousand seven hundred?”
Zathras bobbed his head like an excited little kid in acknowledgement. That, along with the clicking and the referring to himself in the third, not to mention the self-pity, were things that the Lady had a feeling were some bad happens he had picked up during his life on Epsilon III and would be something that would be impossible to train him out of doing.
She sighed,shaking her head a little. “Nevermind,” she replied, deciding that it'd be best to change the subject. “I take it from your pseudo-biography that the target's status hasn't changed?”
Zathras quickly looked back to his panel and then quickly back at her. “No, my Lady,” he replied gruffly. “In fact, the target is just about to reach the awaited time.”
The Lady groaned at this. “Great,” she muttered. “And what about the secondary target?”
Zathras repeated what he did earlier. “Reading are still uncertain. They read that the second target may be reached anywhere from a matter of hours to a few days, depending on how soon the the target is reached.”
The Lady nodded.“In sort, the first I being monitored by the second.” She paused to think, then made her decision. She looked past Zathras to on of the lion-humanoids stationed near on of the monitors nearest to the door. “Miss Turlo,” she address the being, whom quickly stood to attention, “I want you to get a hold of Dorothy and tell her I have a special assignment for her. She should either be in the chemistry lab or in the armory.”
“Yes, my Lady,” Turlo said with a bow. The lion-humanoid quickly turned back to her station, put the equipment she was working with in stand-by, then quickly left the room through the doors in back.
The Lady watched her leave, then turned her attention to a man with curly blond hair and wore a simple uniform that almost matched the Lady's attire in color. “Mr. Maxil, I want you to prepare a Type-102 for her. I want her ready to go as soon as she get briefed.”
Maxil nodded, then walked out the door without a word. The Lady then reclined back in her chair and tried to relax, but she suddenly found herself feeling a bit edgy. She glanced brief at Zathras, whom had gone back to his monitoring. She sighed, muttering to herself, “Hopefully she won't destroy anything this time.”
I was hoping I would have had more done, but I got distracted by MUGEN, for which I found some new characters I hadn't expected to find. Screen shots to come?
Anyways, here's the draft of the pages.
Prologue/Chapter 1 - So it has begun...
“The story begins with not the wayone would expect. No, its starts with the way few would imagine.Zathras is one of the few. Zathras has seen many things over Zathras' short existance, not as much as his brothers Zathras, Zathras, and Zathras, and surely not as much as Zathras, the eldest of of all, who travelled to the past with the One Who Was to save the future. Even so, Zathras has seen a lot, Zathras has.
“But Zathras not important. Zathras never is. Many others, like the One and the Lady, are more important than Zathras. They have more important role in history, and that makes Zathras feel bad. But Zathras used to it, and Zathras even feels good about feeling bad.
“But the story isn't about Zathras,or the Lady, or even the One Who Was. The story is about someone who has no idea on what awaits him. If he knew what awaited him, he certainly would have an idea of what awaited him, but no idea he has.No, he goes about his life, much younger than Zathras, angry at the world like Zathras is sometimes, no knowing what was waiting. But Zathras knows what's waiting, as so does the Lady. To this someone,this boy who has no idea, what's waiting is both a gift and curse, to not only him but the Zathras and the Lady, and the entire whole of existence.
“What will this someone do with when he finds what awaits him. Not even Zathras knows what he will do, but Zathras know that he will find out soon--”
The sound of someone clearing their throat caught Zathras' attention. He turned from his the console that he was monitoring to look at the center of the room, to a woman sitting at a desk covered with various metal data devices, each containing some important piece of information that required her immediate attention. The woman, whom Zathras referred to as “The Lady,” appeared to be a middle-aged slender human woman, dressed in an elegant-yet-no-nonsense blue-grey dress which was topped by navy blue jacket that somehow didn't seem to clash with her attire. Shehad shoulder-length blond hair which was streaked with grey, which seemed to contradict her youthful face. However, her eyes betrayed her face even more, as her blue eyes seemed old and tired as if she'd been alive much longer than Zathras could imagine.
Zathras himself was a gangly looking fellow, quite the opposite of the elegant Lady. His face seemed to be of an old man with bad oral health. His hair was short and brown,somehow neatly combed while the rest of him seemed unorderly. He wore clothes made of various skins, with a jacket which had shoulders adorned with what appeared to be coon tails. His appearance was a stark contrast to the environment that he and the Lady, as well as several other in the vicinity, worked in.
The environment was a brightly litroom with walls that appeared to be made of blue wood. It was positioned like a trapezoid, with the back wall twice as large as thefront wall. Many displays and built-in equipment aligned the sidewalls and most of the back wall, with a large door that slid open in the middle of the large was. The bulk of the main room was filled with high-tech desks with built in computer consoles, many of which were occupied by some being of one form or another, mostly of being that looked like humanoid lions. The desk at the front of the room was where the Lady was stationed, facing towards the rest of the desks like a school teacher observing her students. And Zathras 'station was in the preverbal front row.
The front wall to the back of the Lady's desk had a set of three windows taking up the majority of the wall, looking out onto the landscape outside. However, there wasn't anything of interest going on outside. In fact, nothing was out thereat all, except for a few tables that had been put out there for the staff to use if they wanted to go outside to relax. The only feature was a blank white landscape of nothingness which seemed to extent into infinity. It was like a white void, but somehow there was air and ground, so to speak, which made it somewhat hospitable. The Lady had considered having some building put up for general use, but decided against it because she rather have her people yurn for home rather than get to comfortable in this white void. It was her home,not theirs.
The Lady cleared her throat again,then looked at Zathras. “Mr. Zathras,” she said in an aristocratic voice with just a hint of an accent, “how many times have I told you not to talk to yourself, especially in the third person?” She sounded only a touch annoyed; Zathras had been part of her team for almost ten years now, and while he didn't seem to be the most intelligent and in fact was just a little clumsy,he was in fact quite resourceful and probably one of the most tech-minded of the staff. She definitely understood why Draal had recommended him.
Zathras made a sound that sounded like someone clicking their tongue against their teeth, then said,“Zather-I mean, I have counted up to about one thousand seven hundred times, my Lady,”Zathras replied.
The Lady raised an eyebrow. “Only one thousand seven hundred?”
Zathras bobbed his head like an excited little kid in acknowledgement. That, along with the clicking and the referring to himself in the third, not to mention the self-pity, were things that the Lady had a feeling were some bad happens he had picked up during his life on Epsilon III and would be something that would be impossible to train him out of doing.
She sighed,shaking her head a little. “Nevermind,” she replied, deciding that it'd be best to change the subject. “I take it from your pseudo-biography that the target's status hasn't changed?”
Zathras quickly looked back to his panel and then quickly back at her. “No, my Lady,” he replied gruffly. “In fact, the target is just about to reach the awaited time.”
The Lady groaned at this. “Great,” she muttered. “And what about the secondary target?”
Zathras repeated what he did earlier. “Reading are still uncertain. They read that the second target may be reached anywhere from a matter of hours to a few days, depending on how soon the the target is reached.”
The Lady nodded.“In sort, the first I being monitored by the second.” She paused to think, then made her decision. She looked past Zathras to on of the lion-humanoids stationed near on of the monitors nearest to the door. “Miss Turlo,” she address the being, whom quickly stood to attention, “I want you to get a hold of Dorothy and tell her I have a special assignment for her. She should either be in the chemistry lab or in the armory.”
“Yes, my Lady,” Turlo said with a bow. The lion-humanoid quickly turned back to her station, put the equipment she was working with in stand-by, then quickly left the room through the doors in back.
The Lady watched her leave, then turned her attention to a man with curly blond hair and wore a simple uniform that almost matched the Lady's attire in color. “Mr. Maxil, I want you to prepare a Type-102 for her. I want her ready to go as soon as she get briefed.”
Maxil nodded, then walked out the door without a word. The Lady then reclined back in her chair and tried to relax, but she suddenly found herself feeling a bit edgy. She glanced brief at Zathras, whom had gone back to his monitoring. She sighed, muttering to herself, “Hopefully she won't destroy anything this time.”