Jayden 2: Crossover the Line
Crossover the Line
By Crazy Minh
“So, what classes are you doing Buddy?”
I sighed for the umpteenth time at Alex’s and stared across the cafeteria. Today I had picked my subjects for my first term at Whateley Academy. A school which was the literal three-way love-child of Hogwarts, Xavier Academy and the forces of chaos. I had privileged to have seen pretty much the most awesome things the universe has to offer. Nebulae, the birth and death of stars, the beginnings of life. I had seen things like planet-wide conflicts, starships duelling among the stars (including literal attack ships on fire off the literal shoulder of Orion). I’ve met Han Solo, Captain James T. Kirk, Tony Stark. Hell, I even went and completed my high school education (Mainly so I didn’t fall behind if and when I returned home). But none of that could of prepared me for werewolves, anime characters, literal invisible people, flying girls who could charm the One Ring off Golum (As well as one student who was the spitting image of that exact same demented freak I had met while trekking through Mordor while trying to get Bilbo Baggins’s autograph), and (quite impossibly) a literal flaming skeleton (who I accidentally insulted by muttering ‘Hey Ghost Rider!!! Marvel called, they want a cease-and-desist’) working on a motorbike in the workshops. So yeah, I had pretty much not expected this much diversity at a school for mutants. Probably should of seen it coming in hindsight…
“Red alert!!! All hands to battle stations!!!”
I whipped my head around to look at my other companion at breakfast. Her name was Ivy Lester, and I’d saved her the other day from a weird stalker who’d apparently taken a liking to her outside the lifts. As a result, she had decided it was safer to stick nearby the guy carrying a type-3 phaser pistol. as a unexpected consequence, she’d taken to blaring Star Trek references, which I found annoyingly…well, annoying.
“You do realise they usually just say ‘Red Alert’ or ‘Red Alert: Shields Up’, right?” I told the blond mutant responsible for the crime against quotation. “I cannot recall a single occasion when they regularly said ‘All hands to battle stations’. Also, being a Trekkie is not that big of a deal.”
She snorted, before getting back to her bowl of what appeared to be fruit loops, but could easily be some other foodstuff that I had yet to categorise. After a unfortunate incident where I mistook a unspeakable substance for a bowl of curry, I had learned not to instantly dig in when in other dimensions. I had also leaned that even if aliens speak English, don’t assume their food is the same as earth food. Or that they eat from bowls.
“So, you’re saying that Star Trek isn’t such a big part of your life?” asked Alex.
“I guess not,” I said after some deliberation. “I haven’t watched the show in ages.”
“No. Why would you when you can quite literally walk onto the bridge of the USS Enterprise and ask Captain Kirk for a autograph. Or that French guy…John Picker Card wasn’t it??”
I snarled. “It’s Jon Luc Picard for your info!!! Played by Patrick Stewart!!!”
Before I could launch into a long diatribe about how Alex’s favourite show (the 2003 version of Battlestar Galactica) was completely bonkers with it’s mix of Sci Fi and Religion, I noticed that there were a group of people standing behind me. One of them cleared his throat.
“Are you the guy from another dimension??”
I nodded, querying myself how exactly that had spread so fast. Suddenly, I was yanked to my feet and shaken vigorously. My assailant rapidly spoke in a excited voice tinged with expectation.
I tried to make sense of the garbled request, all while being shaken up with the same force as a re-entry via Drop Pod. I eventually managed to translate the hyperactive linguo, and realised who these people were. I had been warned by a member of my dorm about the group known as the ‘Power Rangers’.
“Ok. First off, Seriously??? Anime??? Second off, No, I can’t. Third off…
The boy scowled, and raised a finger to point.
“I don’t want to here your petty excuses!!! I WILL go to a anime dimension, and You WILL help me!!! Otherwise, we can settle this with a fight!!”
I grinned. “Still can’t do it, so fight it is. Bring it on Weeaboo!!!”
At lunch that day, I arrived at the place called arena 99 under the school. It was a vast cavern, with a tiled metal field and spectator seating round the edge. A large four-sided screen was suspended from the ceiling, along with a bunch of spotlights and boxes I recognised as holographic projectors. I walked onto the metal field where the guy that I’d been told was called ‘Akira’ and could use telekinesis. Surprisingly, he was straddling a dangerous-looking motorbike at the other end of the field. Laughably, he was dressed like a junior Naruto. I always hated that colour scheme…
“Prepare yourself for your doom!!!” he shouted, his voice amplified by some kind of device. “Your end is at my hands!!!”
I looked up at the stands. They were mostly empty, but there was a group of about 8 people and a few others. The 8 people caught my interest, as I had heard that they were a group of really OP freshmen called ‘Team Kimba’ (or ‘The Negligee Nightingales’ by their detractors). One of them, a girl who had a striking resemblance to Ryoko (who I’d met in her native dimension (and then fought when she reacted badly to my request of a autograph)) waved at me, and then laughed at something one of her friends said. I turned back to my foe as the timer on the stands above ticked down.
“Sure you’re up to this, punk?” I said, amplifying my own voice via throat implants. “Cause I’ll tell you this: Make. My. Day.”
He revved his engine in response, just as the timer counted down to zero. I sprang foreward, pulling my revolver from it’s holster as I went. He revved his engine again, and charged forwards, bringing the front wheel of the bike up as he did. I raised my revolver, and fired.
Now, my revolver wasn’t just a boring old gun. One of the infinite universes in the multiverse is one of the Destiny Video Games. There is a revolver in that universe (a hand cannon to be precise) called ‘The First Curse”. While I was adventuring in that particular universe, I had acquired this hand cannon and adopted it as my trademark weapon. Now, I was using it to take down a motorbike without killing the user.
The thing that makes the gun disparate from other revolvers is the ‘impact’ the bullet hits with. If you shot someone in the chest from point-blank range while they were standing still, chances are that they’d go flying. A motorbike charging at full speed negates this force due to the forward momentum of the bike. BUT, the momentum just means both targets collide at higher speed, and therefore higher force (e.g. Force = Mass (the 44. Calibre round from my hand cannon) times Acceleration (the speed of the bullet times the speed of the already accelerating bike)). So when my bullet hit the bike’s front wheel (which for some idiotic reason was unprotected despite the bike’s side armour), the wheel simply came to pieces under the force. It expressed this as a half anticlimactic shudder/half impressive BANG.
Akira was thrown off the bike, and came to a rolling stop at my feet. He groaned, and tried to stand up. I put my foot on his chest, and restrained him until a old Asian man wearing a Gi came running over. I assumed he was the referee, supervisor or other such representative.
“Winner is…what is your codename Jayden Gakusei???”
I searched my head for an appropriate moniker, skimming over my status as a interdimensional adventurer, remembering my love of Sci fi movies, TV, games and novels and remembering the discussion I’d had at breakfast. Finally, I decided on a moniker.
“You can call me Crossover.”
Author’s note: OK. I ended up writing this instalment to be quite different than the original plan. The plan was for the second story to write a story about GEO. Unfortunately, I wrote one about his choosing of a codename instead. The next story WILL be the one about GEO, but I’m waiting on feedback about whether or not I can use GEO without permission from the creating author. Or I’m waiting on said permission. Either way, sorry for the delay and thanks again for the positive reception of this story. Team Kimba made a small cameo in this story as background detail, and I don’t plan to have them more involved in the plot. Sorry if the Canon Cabal (still thinking of Space Rhinos here) don’t appreciate me using Team Kimba, but all they do is sit and wave. They don’t do anything but that. Anyway, be seeing ya later!!! BTW, you can find the game info on the First Curse Hand Cannon from the game Destiny at http://db.planetdestiny.com/items/view/987423912. Bye!!!
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