Jayden 3: Whateley of Warcraft (Part 1)
Whateley of Warcraft Part 1 of 4
By Crazy Minh
“Hey, you’re that kid who fought the Power Ranger guy, right?”
I looked up from my breakfast to see a literal anime character standing in front of me. I calmly swallowed my mouthful of bacon, and responded.
“And you’re the girl who looks like Ryoko, right?”
She looked slightly offed by my statement, so I quickly continued. As I did, I stood up and extended a hand.
“Hey, it’s not as if that’s a problem. I’ve actually met the real Ryoko once. Well, by meet…I meant she tried to kill me when I attempted to ask for a autograph. Guess it wasn’t really the right time, with a army of space police fighting her. Probably should of waited till after the fight…”
She looked slightly perplexed, and also kinda awed. I decided to introduce myself properly.
“Anyway,” I said, grinning. “My name’s Jayden. Jayden Reynolds. I believe you’re called….Billie, wasn’t it?”
She grimaced. “I prefer Tennyo, but yeah, my name is Billie. Nice to meet you Jayden. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for showing that motorbike-obsessed douchebag that being a Weeaboo doesn’t entitle you to bug others about bringing you and your other anime-obsessed friends to another dimension.”
“Wait, they tried that with you???” I asked, before remembering what the Ryoko from Tenchi Muoyo had as a companion and starship. “Oh…you mean, they asked you to fly them to another dimension because they assumed you were the Actual Ryoko, and that you were hiding here for some reason. I can see the problem they have with reality. Still, better than some fans.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I guess. Anyhow, I’ll see you round…Crossover.”
I laughed, and forced a smile till she walked off. I sat down with a sigh as Alex Smith, my best friend at this madhouse of a school, boggled at my apparent disdain for a good looking girl.
“Are you serious!!! That girl was Dynamite man!!!! And you SIGH????”
I glared at him. “Look, I’m trying my absolute hardest not to thump you right now, but could you please stop hassling me about getting a girlfriend??? I’ve told you: If I wanted to get laid right now, I would literally be incessantly obsessed with the said girl. I wouldn’t be sighing. Plus, I was sighing about the fact that my codename has drawn such negative attention from people.”
He grinned. “Ah, you mean how those DJ guys Peeper and Greasy started cacking themselves over fanfiction on the net marked as ‘Crossover Stories’ while trying to debate your codename, therefore causing the rise of a new nickname for you…Leg-over. I nearly pissed myself laughing about that.”
I scowled. “You’re more difficult to be friends with than Rick Sanchez!!! At least he was fun at parties!!!”
He gasped in mock horror. “OMG???!!! Are you accusing me of being a party pooper??? I’m offended!!!”
I sighed, before facepalming in mock despair. Behind my hand however, I was grinning. Alex may be slightly sarcastic, and often give me a few pains occasionally. But he was still a great friend. After I chose my cooler-than-you-think codename, Alex had decided to pick a codename. Sadly, he was frustrated that all the good names(at least the ones I suggested) were already taken by existing students. So, until he got a name that fit his Telekinesis/Fire manifestor mutant traits, he was struck down with a annoying case of ‘laugh at other people’s codenames even when their one is quite cool’ syndrome.
“Alex still panicking over the fact that we’ve already chosen nicknames?” asked Ivy Lester, my other best friend. Ivy was a Esper, who could hack into computers with her mind. She was the only one of us who had so far been called up to Powers Testing, and had returned with the rare rank of a Rating-3 Esper, with minor empathic abilities. My unrated Warper/Gadgeteer combo was probably the better of the group, but I would absolutely love the ability to interface with computers without using my neck-implanted dataport, which allowed me to interface with pretty much any computer, so long as I had the appropriate cable. Luckily, I had a pair of memory metal cables, whose heads could instantly adapt shape to fit any USB-style connector or headphone-jack like port in the multiverse. Unfortunately, Whateley had a strict ‘No-Interfacing-With-School-Data-Systems’ policy, and their IT department and major bitch fest (Mrs Hartford) had declined my offer to upgrade their pitifully slow and pondering wireless connection. So far, I had to make do with 30MB/s. Luckily, I was used to such crawling speeds, having grown up in Australia: Land of the Monstrous NBN. I was so glad that the Whateleyverse had seen fit to adopt fibre-optic internet cabling in the late 90’s rather than the 2000’s.
Ivy sat down, smiling at me as she smoothed out her school-issue skirt. I chatted for a while as I finished off my breakfast, discussing with my friends the elective classes each of us had taken. Alex perked up for this, as he had been pestering m about my class selections since the previous morning.
“I’ve decided to take Hacking Theory, Basic Martial Arts, Home Economics and Costume Shop I,” Ivy said, grinning. “What about you Alex??”
“Stuff me, what about Jayden!!!” pleaded Alex. “Come on man, I need to hear what you’re doing!!!”
I blinked. “Why do you care so much???”
He groaned. “Cause the Boys from Sydney need to stick together!!! So spill it!!!”
I sighed, and began listing the lengthily list of my classes. “Devisor Lab, , Costume Lab I, Remedial Modern History, Advanced Physics, Hacking Theory, Basic Rifle Combat, Basic Martial Arts, Light Weapons, Heavy Weapons. There, that’s it.”
Ivy stared at me in disbelief. “Wait, how are you getting time to do all those subjects in addition to standard curriculum topics??? Isn’t there a four-elective limit?? Plus, aren’t you a Gadgeteer, not a Devisor???”
I ticked off the answers to those questions on my fingers. “One: I’m not doing any standard curriculum topics, apart from Remedial History. Since I completed the Australian Higher School Certificate in another dimension while travelling, and since I have the documentation with me, ARC was quite happy to give Whateley a note saying that I was already finished with everything the school could give me in ‘normal’ topics, bar a little lack of knowledge about your very alternate history. Second answer is the school waived that four-elective limit to allow me to both get something to do and to get around the same number of classes everyone else gets in a week. Finally, Devisor Lab isn’t just for Devisors: They call it that because there tends to be more devisors doing it than Gadgeteers. They don’t have a separate Gadgeteer Lab stream, so they put Gadgeteers wanting to spend time developing their skills and building shit in the Devisor Lab. Plus, there’s quite a few mutants with a Gadgeteer/devisor trait, and they couldn’t just lump the Gadgeteers into one group, and the devisors into another without causing some conflict over curriculum. Not that there’s much taught in that class mind you…”.
Satisfied, Ivy turned to Alex, who was looking like he’d been caught in a car’s headlights on a dark night. She went in for the kill.
“So Alex, what classes did you…”
“I picked Costume Lab, Basic Firearms safety, Basic Martial Arts and…Home Economics.” He said, finishing in a depressed tone. Immediately, Ivy began teasing him, only stopping when I stood up.
“Where are you going?” asked Ivy, perplexed. “Classes don’t start till 9!”
“I’m going to go and get ready,” I said, gesturing to my hastily decked clothes (which were definitely not school appropriate, not with the stains of Fallen Ether, badly patched bullet holes, bloodstains (mostly not mine, and mostly glow-in-the-dark), and various other signs of interdimensional wear and tear). “I waited till after breakfast to get into my clothes. These were just at the top of my bag.”
“I told you to unpack yesterday buddy!!!” groaned Alex. “I told you that we’d be getting ready and we’d need appropriate clothes!!!”
I grinned, and waved goodbye. When I reached my room at Melville, I immediately pulled out my school clothes. Unlike other freshman, I had decided to flaunt Whateley’s non-existent uniform code. Due to the number of Gross Structural Dystrophy cases (and the varying levels of money that some students were flaunting), Whateley had a long-time aversion to enforcing any regular wear of the school uniform. Students were expected to have a uniform if they could both wear it and afford it, but most opted to wear more casual outfits. My school clothes consisted of a pair of black nanofibre pants that mimicked the appearance of smooth-cut, non-relfective fabric (while being able to stiffen against any attacks and maintain a unrumpled appearance even after intense combat), with a black tee-shirt with the Black Knight from Monty-Python and the Holy Grail with his arms and legs removed at the caption: ‘It’s only a flesh wound’. The tee-shirt appeared to be standard cloth, but was actually composed of a simular nanofabric to the pants.
Over the top of my shirt, I wore a black longcoat with red panelling which looked bulky yet lightweight. It was my trademark item of clothing, and was good for casual wear, while integrating hidden tool pockets filled with interdimensional gadgetry, impact-gel packs, and reactive plating (the non-explosive kind) woven into the interior of the coat. The jacket was also self fitting, drying, heating, cooling and cleaning (courtesy of the Back to the Future dimensions). I pulled a black Command And Control device out of my Bag of Holding, and snapped it around my wrist. The device could call any phone in any dimension, and also featured holographic projectors and a inbuilt AI Personal Assistant program (a dumb one of course: I didn’t like the more sentient ones, as they tended to have tendacy for rampancy and eventual rebellion). Finally, I pulled on a pair of black combat boots with cushioned soles and no-slip, silenced rubber soles. I also grabbed my hand cannon, as my first class was Light Weapons (with Gunnery Sergeant Bardue as the teacher in charge).
After snapping my Hand cannon in its holster to my silver utility belt, I walked off to Range 2 for my first lesson at Whateley. On the way out, I noticed the guy who had troubled Ivy walking down the hall. He spotted me, and looked like he was going to try something. Then, he noticed the gun at my belt, and stopped in his tracks, before stumbling backwards over his own feet and falling to the ground. I gave him a confident salute, and walked on past. He spent so long trying to scramble backwards that I had already entered the lift and left the floor before he realised I was gone. I was on my way to the first day of class, and I had never felt happier.
Author’s note: Yes this chapter is the one with Good and Evil Online, and Yes, I just haven’t gotten to part 2 yet. This is going to be a four-parter, with Jayden interacting with a few familiar characters from some canon GEO stories, while also beginning to settle into Whateley and daily life at a Superhero School. I would like to note that no, Jayden is NOT going to end up in the GEO universe…at least not until he rediscovers the ability to use his warper abilities to breach the gap between worlds, and crossover (pun fully, and unashamedly intended) to those Strange New Worlds with their New Life and New Civilisations. Speaking of that famous monologue with the famous Split infinitive, I have been absolutely annoyed by the total failure of CBS to deliver a Star Trek that actually fulfils the 50 year legacy of the great show. [slow clap] Way to go CBS!!! [slow clap] You’ve killed Star Trek!!!
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