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Author:  The_Shadow_003 a.k.a Jamie D.J. Russell
Title:   SK Dimension #119 - prolog
Summary: Two villans find out about a invention by a
 (slightly mad) scientist and want to get their
 paws on it....  
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"Professor Drakefield, you should come and look at this.
 Our tests indicate that living cells would survive such
 radiation levels of that type, just as you predicted."

"That's great Kegan, great! Carry on with the remaining tests!"

"I have merely one question..."

"Yes?"

"How did you know? I mean, what was it that led you to believe
 that it was possible, what made you form your theories the way
 they are? Everything we know today would suggest the opposite
 of what we've discovered so far!"

"I'll be frank with you Kegan, I've worked with you for twenty
 years and I would even trust you with my life..
 This is more important than my life...
 Alright, it's like this - these are not my theories, nor
 my inventions... I must admit, I feel like an archaeologist
 that has found the remains of a higher evolved culture...
 You see Kegan, a couple of hundreds of years ago, there was a
 genius, but nobody at his time knew that he was that, as he
 kept all his inventions, discoveries and theories to himself.
 Actually, I'm not even quite sure of if he ever realised himself,
 that he was one of the greatest minds in modern time.
 He was quite original, had ideas of epoch-making importance,
 which he never shared with the rest of the world.
 He kept a extremely detailed log over everything, and
 according to it, it seems as if the main cause for not making
 a change in the world with his mind is that he feared. He feared
 a lot, that the world would not be ready for his ideas. That the
 life span of this planet would be shortened extremely due to
 wrongful usage of his discoveries. His carefulness and worries
 can be quite frequently read in his journals, and that has made
 me even more careful and.. almost jumpy when it comes to it all.
 He appears to have gone mad in the end of his life, but in his
 madness that is also the time when he formed one of his most
 brilliant and fascinating theories. He built a machine after
 the theories, it was supposed to be proof for that they were
 correct. I have it in my possession, alas I dare not to do
 anything with it until every mechanism in the machine has been
 tested and cleared safe. It could maybe even cause the end of
 this world if it is incorrect in any way at all..."

"I.. I.. What... What is the original purpose of this machine?"

"To travel in time and dimension..."

"That can not be.. Such a thing is an impossibility!"

"That's what I thought too when I first found his theories
 45 years ago. But then I spent the following 29 years of
 my life with doing nothing else but going trough them,
 bending them backwards and forwards in an effort to find
 incorrectness in any way.. So far I have not found anything
 which can't be explained by them."

"Why weren't we told about that? We've been working on this
 for a larger part of our lives!"

"It has to be kept a secret until I can be certain of that
 none of his lifework will fall into the hands of evil.
 That is what he feared the most and that is what I have
 come to fear more than my own death. It is such a extreme
 pity that he himself died... He was on the brink of
 insanity and yet had managed to finished the machine when
 there was a huge natural disaster where he lived.
 It was the famous Krakau-Volcano eruption..."

"The biggest volcano eruption in modern time, the one that
 killed several million kats? So, he was one of the victims?"

"Yeah, well, he must have been. He lived less than a mile
 away from Krakau. There's no way he could have survived."

"But if he really lived there then why were his papers
 and inventions not destroyed..."

"Oh, yeah well by some reason, I assume cause he had
 everything he made inside his mind but still wanted
 to have some kind of 'back-up',.. Um, yeah anyway,
 every week, he sent off a large package containing all
 what he had done since last package, to a person he knew.
 That person was a storage-building owner, who kept them
 safely for him. It was due to that I got my paws on his
 work, I have an old friend, he is the descendant of the
 recipient.. He came to me 45 years ago and told me that
 he had some things stored, nobody had come and claimed
 for them during several centuries so he had to get rid
 of it somehow, either by trashing it or by giving away
 it... And since he thought I'd might be interested in it,
 he came to me to get rid of the 'junk'... I am very happy
 over that I was the one who got it and not somebody else...
  One thing though, I've always wondered is what'd happen if
 the wrong people would get knowledge of the existence of
 this machine..."

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"Hey, anybody home?" A figure hidden in shadows entered
 a dark and shabby shed with no windows, except for a
 small hole that made it possible for a tainted, pale
 ray of moonlight from the silvery moon to shine in.
"Warskull, what the hellareya up to?! Ya gotta be
 gettin' old if ya reflexes gettin' this slow!"
 the figure exclaimed as he was getting more and more
 worried over the unusual lack of any sign of life or
 existence from his companion. "Warskull, areya K? If
 ya even are here?", he stared piercingly into the dark,
 trying to look around and distinguish something that
 he could recognise. The staggering silence made him
 intensely worried as it gave away a sense of danger.
 A feeling that went right through the roof as he sensed
 somebody lurking right outside the entrance, somebody that
 was right about to enter. He quickly moved to the right
 wall beside the entrance, crouched down and waited. At the
 very instant that the dark figure entered, he used his full
 upper body strength to strike on the strangers shins with his
 left forearm to swipe the stranger off his feet, and making
 him fall forward and immediately thereafter driving his right
 elbow into the center of the strangers back at the same time
 as picking up a firearm and placing the muzzle on the back of
 the strangers head, "Move and you die."

"Hh, I don'", the stranger started between short breaths
 as he had difficulties due to that he had lost his breath
 and that his body was aching in pain, "I don't think I'd've
 been able to move even if I'd've wanted to. Hh,," he tried to
 breathe normally again, "Geez damnit did ya have to hit
 that hard, I'm gunna have probs with sharp pains fora week
 now 'cosa you." he hacked out as he felt the muzzle being
 removed from the back of his head. "Whadya so jumpy 'bout,
 Reptide, there ain't a single kat in a 10-mile radius damnit.
 No way anyone's gunna look for us here." He slowly turned his
 face around staring annoyedly at his boss as he felt that
 this whole incident was stupid behavior from him.

"Remember Warskull, there ain't nothing that can't go wrong,
 so having a lil caution ain't a bad thing.", Reptide hid a
 relieved grin as he put away his firearm and helped his
 companion up.

"Alright, I s'pose ya know best." Warskull winced as
 he stood up and felt his legs ache together with his back
 and his lungs gave an unpleasant sensation as if they'd've
 been completely squashed.

The single ray of moonlight inside the shed shone on Reptide
 and revieled partially what he looked like. Warskull backed a
 couple steps by surprise over this unfamilliar way Reptide
 looked like, "What the..?"

 Reptide was wearing a white lab-coat which made him seem older
 than his 38 years, less muscular but even more tall than what
 he already was. His usually half-long, silver-brown hair was
 cut short and neatly combed backwards. And he had a pair of
 dark protective-goggles, temporarily lifted up from his eyes
 to over his hair. He grinned smugly, "Ya know the gizmo I
 told ya about when I met ya ten years ago, the transporter...
 Well it just so happens that I've finally found out where it is..."

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TO BE CONTINUED..
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