The Requiem of John Grey, Part I - Timelines - 2006-03-26 7:23 AM
Hey kids! If you haven't read "The New MBL Issue 2.5: Fade to Grey" yet, do so -- otherwise, this might not make quite as much sense!
Note: This story takes place is in the New MBL part of the HR Universe...
Prelude -- Tokyo, Japan
Dr. John Grey stood outside his destination, waiting. He had enough experience with time paradoxes to know to trust antre vu when he had it.
"Welcome to this universe, John," a familiarly partially-synthasized voice spoke as its form began to materialize into the timestream one cog at a time.
"Tim," John Grey smiled, lowering his sunglasses a bit, "good to see I have at least one friend here..."
"I am a Chronalguard of the Temporal Trust Corps..."
"Stuff it. You're our Time Trust, with a few more gizmos attached, and you're here for a reason."
"You are right and you are wrong," the android spoke with reservation.
"Oh?," Grey questioned, "how would that be?"
"I am here for a reason. This meeting is of some importance. We are aware of what you are planning to speak of to Victor Shiva."
"But do you approve."
"I cannot tell you that."
"Can not or will not, Tim?" John posited academically, "I thought we were friends?"
"A proper use of tense, and the point at which you were incorrect earlier," the Time Trust stated as he looked at his long-time ally, "in this world, we are not friends, we cannot be."
"Because of your mission?" John asked, "or because of who they made me?"
"I cannot say," the android remarked with a small smile, "or else I will not."
"Then, Tim, it looks like I'll have to take a rain check on the rest of this delightful reunion," a somewhat disgruntled John Grey spat as he pushed past his old teammate, "I have business to attend to, if I don't want to end up being a cosmic death machine..."
As Grey walked into the building, the Time Trust tapped into the Tock Net and began recalling himself into the Time Stream. He'd face some questioning over the fact he was supposed to tell Grey of the Corps part in bringing him here. He has chosen not to -- their friendship meant too much to him to ruin it like that...
End Prelude
Note: This story takes place is in the New MBL part of the HR Universe...
Prelude -- Tokyo, Japan
Dr. John Grey stood outside his destination, waiting. He had enough experience with time paradoxes to know to trust antre vu when he had it.
"Welcome to this universe, John," a familiarly partially-synthasized voice spoke as its form began to materialize into the timestream one cog at a time.
"Tim," John Grey smiled, lowering his sunglasses a bit, "good to see I have at least one friend here..."
"I am a Chronalguard of the Temporal Trust Corps..."
"Stuff it. You're our Time Trust, with a few more gizmos attached, and you're here for a reason."
"You are right and you are wrong," the android spoke with reservation.
"Oh?," Grey questioned, "how would that be?"
"I am here for a reason. This meeting is of some importance. We are aware of what you are planning to speak of to Victor Shiva."
"But do you approve."
"I cannot tell you that."
"Can not or will not, Tim?" John posited academically, "I thought we were friends?"
"A proper use of tense, and the point at which you were incorrect earlier," the Time Trust stated as he looked at his long-time ally, "in this world, we are not friends, we cannot be."
"Because of your mission?" John asked, "or because of who they made me?"
"I cannot say," the android remarked with a small smile, "or else I will not."
"Then, Tim, it looks like I'll have to take a rain check on the rest of this delightful reunion," a somewhat disgruntled John Grey spat as he pushed past his old teammate, "I have business to attend to, if I don't want to end up being a cosmic death machine..."
As Grey walked into the building, the Time Trust tapped into the Tock Net and began recalling himself into the Time Stream. He'd face some questioning over the fact he was supposed to tell Grey of the Corps part in bringing him here. He has chosen not to -- their friendship meant too much to him to ruin it like that...
End Prelude