Whateley Independent Fiction
Whateley Independent Fiction (WhatIF)
Dirty Business Done Cheap
A WhatIf story by Crazy Minh
I smiled as I walked into my cottage, Biskit riding on my shoulder. It had been several weeks since the library incident, and things were going really, really well. I had just made a business transaction, destroyed a potential terror threat, and managed to get filthy rich all in the space of a single day. In retrospect, the detention I had just received from Carson was kinda a damper on my good mood. But, there was a story to all of the above things…
Enter the Shadows
By Crazy Minh
My friends gave their assent as we sat round the table in my underground lab. As part of Devisor Workshop, I had been assigned a personal lab in the tunnels to work on projects in. Seeing such a space available, I had installed a Replicator cabinet from the Star Trek universe, a workbench with plasma cutter assembly and a toolchest, a large free-standing console, a couch and TV and a large, round table at which me and my friends were currently sitting at. On the table were five bags of polyhedral die, four core rulebooks for Shadowrun: Fifth Edition, three plastic cups, two bottles of Sprite, a pile of Pizza boxes from a pizzeria in Boston, four trays of Tim-Tams, a folding screen, and a assorted collection of character sheets, paper, rule supplements and pens. In essence, all we needed for a late-night session of tabletop gaming.
Code Whateley: Jayden of the Rebellion
By Crazy Minh
In anticipation for Code Geass: Lelouch of the Resurrection (coming April 2018)
Hi. My name is Jayden Reynolds, and I’m a mutant. I suppose you already knew that, seeing as you had the guts to poke your nose into my private vlogs, but meh, not as if I have much to say that would be interesting to a big-nosed drekbag like yourself.
On that note, you have around 55 second to leave the room now before my computer immobilises your arse and calls security. Failing that, you have a additional two seconds to have your life flash before your eyes before you are unceremoniously shot by me, as I enter the room you are in, and shoot you in the face.
However, if you are me (or a alternate version of myself with the same admin password, DNA, voiceprint, BMI, biosignature, thought patterns and appearance) then Congrats!!! You earn a cookie. <Nom>. Ahh... that was a nice cookie.
Anyway, this is my first person account of the events pertaining to, and leading up to my training team’s first official sim match. Listen carefully children…listen.
Author’s note: Sorry about the wait for this chapter; been busy with other things over the Christmas holiday. Also, ignore the ‘call to arms’ from the previous chapter: got my knuckles rapped by the mods about that. Sorry guys!!! Anyways, enjoy part 4/4 of WoW!!!
Whateley of Warcraft Part 4 of 4
By Crazy Minh
When I got back to my bedroom that evening for the clan meeting, I managed not to smile to hard when I found Biskit trying to hack my computer. He had his paw hovering above the keyboard, and a cluster of black wires branching down into the gaps between the keys. He didn’t see, or hear me come in, and I watched for a bit as he struggled to hack the complex encryption of my Laptop.
“Biskit…what are you doing???”
He jumped, inadvertently opening my email as he did, and quickly retracted the wires that were connecting him to my computer.
“I’m very sorry,” said the small robot, looking down in what I assumed to be his apologetic expression. Even though he was programmed with dog expressions to make it easier to understand what he was expressing, he obviously had done some recoding. I prayed to whatever gods may or may not exist in this dimension that I hadn’t inadvertently created Skynet or the beginnings of a Borg Collective. Robots reprogramming themselves is not usually a good thing in any circumstance.
Light's Promise (Part 6)
Chapter 21 - Aleppo
Fred hit a ramp that veered off to the right and the helicopter swung around to be seen clearly from the passenger window.
“Hey, the chopper is the other way!” I said more shrilly than intended.
Derek snorted. “Fourteen kilometers of proper highway versus eleven through the Old Quarter and possible crowds? Chill. Fred knows what he’s doing.”
Light's Promise (Part 5)
Chapter 17 - Song
It wasn’t working.
Trying to infuse the book with more energy just caused the pages to flake more quickly and fall away. The hills surrounding the lake rumbled and cracked, colorless fractal lines spreading outward.
Light's Promise (Part 4)
Chapter 13 - Beacon
Tsáyidiel knelt upon the stone with two sets of dark wings covering an otherwise bare and human back. The air was warm, and the bright sunless sky stretched above with fluffy clouds hinting at towers and walls. The grass tickling bare toes was the first indication that my attire had changed.
One look and it was decided that if the subconscious had chosen this outfit, me and her were going to have a chat. At length.
Light's Promise (Part 3)
Chapter 8 - Memories
Once the stomach agreed to at least a temporary truce, I’d gone back to the hospital to sit with Danielle. Now that I knew her spirit wasn’t there all I could sense was the hollow absence. Her body lay in the bed, heart pumping and lungs moving, but it was empty like a still life painting where the fruit bowl’s contents had been cruelly ripped from the canvas. What was left was only a blank outline of where Danielle’s spirit should have been.
It was wrong. So very wrong.
Light's Promise (Part 2)
Chapter 4 - Price
“Jordan, perhaps you can elucidate to the class how the emergence of powered individuals has disturbed the foundation and premise of the law and structure of the United States?”
Rabbi Kirov was picking on me again. When I had picked up my schedule I’d discovered he had wedged his own class onto the list: The Ethics of Super-powered Beings. Now we were at the end of the second week and he already had established to everyone that I was some sort of teacher’s pet. He kept selecting me non-stop to answer questions or to reiterate the passages in the assigned reading texts. It had gotten out of hand, and I was so going to yell at him at our private magic practice session come Monday.
Light's Promise (Part 1)
Chapter 1 - Brotherhood
A cool breeze hinted at Autumn’s approach being only weeks away, although the direct sun had yet to relinquish its warm grip on Summer. The campus had been busy with the rush of vans and cars signaling the arrival of students both new and returning in a frenetic dance of luggage, computers, personal accessories, and even a few fancy stereo systems. By now almost all had moved into their respective cottages and gone through the required orientations for the upcoming school year. I say ‘almost’ because we were missing one very important student.
My niece, Danielle, had yet to arrive.
Xanadu 1: Challenges and Changes
They stared at themself in the mirror, turning their head this way and that, looking at their body critically. Still smooth. Still undefined. Muscular, but that was a side effect of their hobbies and not the invasion of adulthood. Face still soft, hair a little longer than they liked on some days but androgynous. They swallowed as their imagination overlaid gender, driving them into a box, making this simple ease of just being impossible. For the last two years, since they’d turned nine, since the community center Sex Ed classes, they’d been growing increasingly anxious. Someday, someday soon, their body was going to start changing, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Shivering, they turned away and swiftly pulled on shorts and a sport shirt, foregoing the ugly little bra that Mom made them wear by the simple logic that under a tight sport shirt, and given that they were still flat as a board, it would go unnoticed. They slipped into their climbing shoes, threw a towel, water bottle, and their gear into their backpack, and ran down stairs.
“Bella, are you-” Mom yelled out just as they came into the living room. “There you are. Ready to go, sweetie?”
Whateley of Warcraft Part 3 of 4
By Crazy Minh
N“Crap, I’m so sorry guys!!! I’m totally late!!!”
My friends looked up and smiled as I sat down with my dinner. I quickly dug in as Alex looked at me expectantly. Ivy nudged him hard in the ribs. As he exclaimed in pain, I looked up and grinned.
“Thanks for the game by the way. It’s GREAT!!”
Alex stopped grimacing in mock pain, and started grinning too.
“So how was it??? What Archetype did you choose??”
I pretended to ponder this as Alex got more and more impatient. Finally, I answered.
“Oh, I saved the evil faction capital, started a guild and won a bar. My archetype was one called a Gunslinger.”
Whateley of Warcraft Part 2 of 4
By Crazy Minh
Whateley Academy Range 2. Monday 8th January 2007. 9:25 AM. Light Weapons Training Course.
BLAM!!! BLAM!!!! BLAM!!!
The students gathered around the range winced under the bulky ear protection they uniformly wore as my ‘Last Word’ hand cannon sent three quick shots ringing out into the human-shaped target about 500 meters downrange. The first two shots punched 6” holes through the left and right of the target’s upper torso. The final shot went straight through the space between the eyes. Sargent ‘Gunny’ Bardue whistled appreciatively as he inspected the target that now had three large holes torn clean through in the critically important areas of the body: the heart, lungs and brain.
“Well kid, If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re a military professional!!!” joked the man. “That was quite good for a 16 year old.”
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.”
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…
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