Comics come to life (closed)

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Isaac Trenton, 26.
Short, styled blonde hair
Blue eyes
5'11
135 lbs
Ordinary writer, gamer, and avid comic collector

At last, at long last, I finally have my own apartment away from my parents and a stable, though not very lively job. I wont complain about it much; good people, good pay, just not what I except to do for the rest of my life. Sitting in my apartment, all by lonesome there was no wife nor girlfriend, never had one thus it was very quiet here and during a fierce rainstorm it knocked out the power and flood the streets thus being on the second floor of this apartment building I became an island in a turbulent sea.

With electronics out there was only one real way to pass the time for me. In the bed room there sat several white boxes that were labeled "comic books." Though some might look at me rather oddly that one as mature as myself would be reading such things, but with all the latest movies cvoming out the comic industry was revived but i did have the ones I grew up with, namely GiJoe but there was also Batman and now the Avengers.

Several comic book companies were in the prospect of hiring new writers and thus they posted ads in newspapers as well as the internet to submit stories and I had been meaning to get around to it and now that the storm had effectively isolated me I lit a few candles around my desk, sat down with a thick legal pad and put pen to paper and started writings. There was so much I wanted to do with so many people. I had to stay focused because my mind tended to wander greatly.

But where to begin....where to begin?

I had stacks of Lara Croft, Gi Joe, Avengers and there were a mixed blessing, some were good, some were bad. The bad ones used their art to show off a great deal of women, busty scantily clad, bending over alot with a buxom figure but no real sense, but that was what appealed to alot of people, the sex appeal. Heck, I even had a few X-Files comics and a porn parody they did of it. I jerked off to that alot of times and even one old issue of Tomb Raider becaue the artwork was very good and I ended up exploding over Croft's face, whoops, but kept it anyway. There were times in my isolated life that I wished these creations would come to life. Certainly would make my life better.

 

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Leoni Daasa
Age: 25
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130lbs
Hair: Dark reddish brown, down to the middle of her back
Eyes: pale blue

I sat in the cockpick of my ship, listening to the comforting sound of the warp drive humming, the soft chirping of the astronav, and T3 making musical little beeping melodies as it went about its ship maintenance. It was the sound of my home since I'd left the Jedi Order.

I was a Jedi, once. Before they kicked me out for doing what they were afraid to do. Before they punished me for the wrongs of my peers and humiliated me for showing them that they were wrong. The only think I had left that marked me as a Jedi was my light saber, and even that was one I had made for myself since my exile. I didn't look much like a Jedi; I tended towards simple clothing now: I was dressed in my favourite leather jacket (made of Bantha hide, warmest thing in the galaxy!), a white v-neck t-shirt, tight black leather pants and some worn combat boots. It's cold in the deep reaches of space, you know.

I was out in deep space, far away from anything or anyone. It was quiet in a pleasant sort of way, meditative. It reminded me a little of the way I used to spend space travel back when I was a padawan - cooped up in silent meditation on the nature of justice and other such high thoughts. It made me laugh a little, because the reason it was so peaceful and quiet was because I was avoiding Imperial and Republic patrols alike as I was smuggling illegal goods. Nature of justice. Ha.

The ship jerked violently and I yelped, more out of surprise than actual lack of balance. I could see that we had dropped out of warp for a moment and, when the hyperdrive kicked back in, the way the ship was moving felt somehow wrong. I stood, already hearing T3 rolling toward the engine room, making a siren sound. The ship jerked again, harder this time, and I had to catch my balance on the wall.

"T3! Tell me it's not as bad as it sounds!" I cried, stumbling into the engine room. Warp accidents were incredibly dangerous.

I heard the first half of T3's franctic binary response when the hyperdrive made an awful roaring sound. Then all I could see was white, and I passed out, having no idea that I'd just been teleported to an entirely new galaxy.

 

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I was sitting at my desk and cracked open a comic of GI Joe and was leaned forward with my gead propping me up when I saw a flah of blue light out of the corner of my eye and slowly turned in my chair to meet it. By my feet were several stacks of comics of various covers that were taken out of their storage box. When I didn't see the flash anymore I went back to reading and a moment later the blue flash materialized and made me look again. Was it lightning? I began counting the seconds to calculate the distance. It was an old trick I learned from grandpa. Every second equals one mile.

One...two...three...

I got to thirty before stopping. The flash came back and it was so bright that my eyes snapped shut and burned. Raising up a hand to shield my eyes there was an intense bang that rattled my apartment and sent me falling to the floor. Tucking in my knees and covering my head I didn't know what it could be as several of my comic books were thrown at me and the rest scattered about the room.

"Holy shit!" I gasped.

The door was only a few feet away but rising up to get to it I was knocked down by a comic with that kind of power behind it.

 

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I groaned, disoriented and confused. Force energy was sweeping and swirling around me, filling me with such intensity that I couldn't quite remember where I was or where I had come from. I was overwhelmed with the sensation of the Force here.

I had been alone in space. The Force gathers near life, on planets, not in deep space. There was some, but not very much. The sudden change in the amount of Force energy around me made my head feel like it was about to explode.

I became suddenly aware that the surface below me was soft, warm and moving. I pushed myself up and blinked several times, then found myself staring into the confused face of a human man.

 

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My eyes were blinded with white light and when the energy seemed to dissipate my eyes blinked several times and my vision began to return. My comic books were scattered all around the room, a few ripped and my window curtains dangling by their hooks by threads. A tornado, it seems, ran through here and when my eyes returned to normal, there was a person near my feet with a beautiful face, but my first reaction was to immediately leap into the air and step back.

"Who are you?" I yelled.

I didn't have a weapon and the windows and door were closed, so, how this person managed to get inside my place was a mystery.

"How'd you get in here?" I demanded, rising up from my seat and going for a metal pen in my cup holder and clutching it tightly with my right hand. It wasn't much, but I felt safer with having something in which to defend myself against this stranger, this intruder.

"I said, 'who are you'?" raising my voice to a booming tone.

 

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The man was yelling at me. I knew the words, but my head hadn't quite cleared from the disorienting... well, whatever it was that had landed me here. The first thing I noticed was that he was radiating fear and anger, so my first reaction was to reach for my weapon. My blasters were gone - Damnit, I left them sitting in the co-pilot's chair in the cockpit of my ship. Where was my ship anyway? No matter, I'd deal with that later. For now, I needed to make sure this strange man wouldn't kill me with whatever metal thing he had in his hand.

My hand instinctively reached for the other weapon I had, one I knew was still on me - my lightsaber. It didn't look much like a usual lightsaber - it was a smooth cylinder of dark metal, completely nondescript. It was useful to avoid attention in the outer rim.

My mind finally caught up to me, and I realized several things in quick succession. First, this was some sort of living space. I had somehow accidentally ended up in his house or apartment, which was probably why he was so defensive. Second, the fear and anger he was feeling was entirely defensive - he didn't want to hurt me unless I tried to harm him. And third, this planet was way off the beaten path. The architecture here had no galactic influences at all, a practically impossible feat for any civilization who had been in contact with either the Republic or the Empire for any longer than a few decades. And lastly, and probably most importantly, I had no idea how I got here, or how I would get home again.

I held my hands up in front of me, still sitting on the floor, in what was usually considered a mostly-universal gesture of peace. "My name is Leoni," I said soothingly, touching his mind with my own to help him calm down. "I don't know how I got here. Can you tell me where I am?"

 

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I heard a voice that was completely new to me and it was strangely calming and I lowered my pen to my side before reaching out with my free hand to help her up. "I'm Isaac," stammering a bit. "Isaac Trenton. You're inside my apartment...but...I don't know how." A million questions were flowing through my mind. Completely scatter shot. I couldn't make heads or tails of it. Perhaps Leoni could shed some light on it. My eyes cleared. She was very pretty looking and certainly not from around here and her clothes looked well out of place. Out here the clothes were usually jackets, hoods and boots because of the constant rain.

The power flickered for a moment, the bulbs dimmed then brightened casting omnibus shadows around us that quickened my heart for a moment thinking that there were more people in the darkness, but they were just shadows.

I thought she was an intruder, perhaps, but my mind cleared that for two reasons: I had nothing of real value except my computer and my comics and second, she seemed like the kind that could take me out with a few simples moves right where she was already but didn't do so but just held up her hands.

Tucking my pen inside my pocket I wanted to speak to her instead of throwing items.

 

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"You're inside my apartment...but...I don't know how."

I couldn't help but laugh at the comment. The information he had given me with that sentence was both exactly true and completely useless.

"I don't really know how I got here either." I folded my hands behind my back, feeling a little more relaxed now that he was no longer holding that... whatever it was. I frowned. "The last thing I remember, there was some weird noise from the engine and then... I was just... here." My frown deepened. "Here. Without my ship!"

I narrowed my eye at Issac. He seemed innocent enough, but I knew well that there were people out there specifically trained to throw off the natural senses of Jedi and other Force users. "Care to explain to me what happened to my ship?"

 

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"Uh, a ship?" furrowing an eyebrow, "You have a ship?" It was pointless looking around because any kind of a ship would be bigger than this apartment and crush it. "I don't know anything about any ship," lightly shaking my head as my eyes carefully looked her up and down. I didn't see any guns but I knew to keep my distance.

"We're two stories off the ground right now," pointing down at the messy floor with my right hand. Under our feet were the crunched covers of my comics, but that didn't matter at the moment. "Look, Leoni, right? Why don't we just take it easy. How about we go into my living room and discuss this, 'kay" pointing behind me towards the closed door of the room with my open palm. I wasn't going to even try to pull a fast on one her. Her face conveyed seriousness and I didn't know the first thing about fighting other than to point and shoot and I didn't have a gun. My only way was to reason with her and work this out. "If you're hungry, I can make something. It's not much, but..." giving her a half smile showing a flash of my pearl white teeth.

 

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I sighed. His surprise at my mention of a ship seemed genuine.

Damn. I was growing more and more sure that this was some pre-space-travel planet. That meant that, until I could find my ship, I was stuck here. No shuttles, not even any likely way to contact the few friends I had left in the Republic.

Of course, I had no idea that I was several million lightyears from my home galaxy, and which meant, even with a powerful enough transmitter, I was never going to get contact with anyone from my home galaxy.

Issac was motioning for me to follow him into another room, which I did. His apartment was quite nice, though it could have just been that most people here had a high standard of living. Leagues better than the dingy outer rim places I'd been staying recently. Oh, the luxurious life of the smuggler.

His offer of food made my stomach growl loudly. "Yeah," I said, smiling sheepishly. "Something to eat might be nice."

 

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It was a good thing I had gone shopping before hand otherwise my place would have been barren. Leading the way down a short corridor that opened to my living room. There were two plush leather couches arranged in a 'L' shape near the center of the room and to it's left was a large window overlooking the parking lot. "Good ahead and have a seat" I said whilst continuing to walk towards the kitchen and flicked on the bright fluorescent lights. Out of the corner of my eye I tried to keep an eye on her, to ensure she wasn't trying to stab me in the back, but I also knew I couldn't try to pull a fast one on her.

'Just keep calm and smile' I kept saying to myself as I found a quart of milk and poured two glasses then asked, "Would you like a sandwich? I have ham, turkey, and beef."


My hands were trembling I was nervous. Could you blame me? The blinds for the living room window were open and it allowed me to turn my head and look outside. The storm was still going with leaves flying with the stiff wind and a branch dangled from one having been snapped and holding by a bit of bark. Power was still on, that was a good sign, but didn't explain my guest. Taking out a carving knife and the chopping block to prepare my own meal my eyes graced her figure and nothing was coming to mind about her identity. Shrugging my shoulders I thought, who would believe me, anyway with her? A ball of lightning delivered a woman to my room? She asked about a ship, but there was no spaceship anywhere near here. She looked completely 'foreign' I don't know if that would be the right word, but she didn't belong to this area at all.

"Um," clearing my throat, "Sorry I don't have much to offer. I don't get many visitors." Who was I kidding? I never have visitors. Those couches only knew my kiester. "Go ahead and make yourself at home," before drawing a breath and letting it out slowly to steady my nerves.

 

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I flopped down on one of the couches, stretching my legs out while Issac went out into the kitchen to make some food. I had no idea what "ham" or "turkey" or "beef" even were. I basically just picked one at random.

"Ham please," I said, placing one hand over my stomach as it grumbled again. Anything had to be better than that paste I usually ate while travelling through deep space.

From where I was sitting, I could see him moving around the kitchen pretty clearly. For the first time, I recognized that he was definitely worth ogling. Tall, lean... I saw a little bit of skin peeking out between the bottom hem of his shirt and the top of his pants as he reached for something high up above his head and caught a glimpse of a dark blonde treasure trail.

Yeah, so what if checking out some random guy isn't a very Jedi thing to do? I'm not a Jedi anymore. Since my exile, I've made very sure to take advantage of all the perks that my lack of membership afforded me. That meant drinking and dancing and... well, other stuff.

"Sorry I don't have much to offer. I don't get many visitors."

I found myself laughing. "Don't worry. This place is a palace compared to my ship. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love it, but damn, that bunk is lumpy. And the food sucks in deep space." I admit, there was an ulterior motive behind the comment - I wanted to see if he'd say anything about space travel. I wanted to know for sure if this planet wasn't yet spacecrafting.

 

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A palace? My place had been called many things but a palace was not one of them. It was a simple designed 700 square foot hole for me to live in but hearing it being compared made me smile "Thank you. I know what's like to live on a lump. I had four years in college sleeping on beanbag chairs." This made me chuckle from all of the memories of those beanbags.

She sat in a way that seemed to afford her a good view of me and I could see her but tried not to stare. Instead I kept priming the sandwiches but did notice that she had some good festures: pale eyes', dark hair and loose fitting clothing.

"Space travel, huh?" as I took out several pieces of ham and placed them on the cutting board to have the fat and skin carefully removed. "What do you fly?" It was a silly question. I wasn't an astronaut and the only science I knew was watching Big Bang Theory on YouTube and a lot of the formulas went right over my head.

Leoni had very long, beautiful dark reddish brown hair with a sheen to it coming from the surrounding lights. I couldn't just stare so I kept working but tried to keep my eyes on her hands, looking for any weapon to stab me in the back.

 

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I grinned as he asked me what kind of ship I have. If he knew enough to ask me about my ship, maybe this planet was spacefaring after all.

"My baby is a Raptor class transport, but it's been modified a bunch of times. The thing's got as many guns now as a frigate. And the engine is unlike anything else in the galaxy." Yes. I was bragging. What can I say? I love my ship. "She's called the Ebon Hawk."

 

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"Ebon Hawk?" that didn't sound familiar as I placed pieces of ham onto a piece of bread then asked, "Do you want mayo or mustard. Those are the only ones I have. I kept thinking about what she was saying, a frigate, I knew kinda of what that was and then asked, "What do you have it upgraded with?" To keep the conversation going as a tree branch whistled by the window, at least I thought it was a branch, it was more a black blur going by quickly. The wind was picking up, but my windows were solid and wouldn't break easily, but the scratching from the debris made my head jerk every now and then.

Still my hands were shaking a bit as I looked up in the cabinet for anything else to add to the plate and found a couple small bags of kettle cooked chips and thought 'perfect!' and reached for them. After deposting the chips onto the plates I turned and threw the bags into the garbage but one of the bags missed and landed beside it so I went, bent over and picked it up to drop it into the container.

"What do you do with your Hawk, if you don't mind me asking, Leoni?"

 

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I chuckled at the question. "That depends. I'll just say that I do whatever happens to pay, and leave it at that." I sighed, feeling a bit wistful. Once, I never had to worry about whether what I was doing was right - the Jedi Code told me all I needed to know. Now, there were shades of grey and I was never sure if my smuggling operations were good or bad. I was usually smuggling weapons to rebels fighting against Imperial occupation, or medicine to people who didn't have access otherwise. Illegal, sure, but usually they seemed like the right thing to do. The Jedi would have told me that was I was doing was wrong. Though my new life was more complicated, I would never go back to that blind obedience again.

 

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Looking over at her, she seemed troubled, unsure. Well, if you take appearing in a stranger's house suddenly that may answer for it, but perhaps there was more to it. Taking the two plates I go over to her on the couch and hold out her plate to her and place my own on the coffee table before the couch then quickly go back for the glasses of milk and repeat the process before sitting down beside her.

"Well," I said with a sigh, "Sounds like a much more interesting job than mine. I'm a writer for some comic books. Just small things," holding up my thumb and index finger about an inch apart, "It pays the bills and the work is steady, but i'm praying that I can get into a mainstream company and hit the big time." It was a bit too much to hope for. I had been struggling for years with writing for others and to build up my own reputation, but it didn't seem to be working as the faces of the company changed and their styles went with it. Every year a story for one comic would change and many writers lost their jobs, but somehow I managed to stay on, by the bare threads. Someone must like me if I had stayed this long.

"Go ahead and eat up" I smiled, "Never make decisions on an empty stomach," was something my father taught me a long time ago. The wind was still howling and through the slivers in the sliding glass door behind us the curtain rustled just a tad bit. There was a draft inside then came a dim crack as another branch was broken from a tree and was carried away by the wind. The storm seemed to be getting strong. More of the trees outside were becoming bare, stripped of their leaves. At any moment one of those branches could fly off and hit a transformer.

 

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I tilted my head and looked at him strangely. "What's a comic book?" I asked, taking a bite of my food. What a strange world. The people here had some odd customs, and that was saying something - I had been to some weird places in my life. What I found most strange was that, despite the lack of technology, my host didn't seem to be all that confused about the idea of a space ship. Most planets I'd been to either still believed that the sky was some dome over their planet or were already spacefaring themselves.

Had I just landed on an undiscovered planet on the cusp of developing space tech? It was almost unheard of. There was a part of me, the part that enjoyed the history lessons back at the Jedi Academy, that found the idea intriguing. I wanted to know more about this place.

"So, where am I?" I asked. I had asked before, but he told me he was in his apartment, which wasn't exactly useful information. "I mean, what city is this? And on what planet?"

 

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"A comic book is a just a book that uses pictures to covey the story" I said. I didn't want to speak slow or insultingly to her, after all, she did appear out of nowhere, but she genuinely didn't seem to know what it was as she looked about at what I had to offer. Looking about I found some of my other comic books that I hadn't boxed up yet and pulled them over and placed one between us. It was a Gi Joe with a cover of the blonde Duke and redhead Scarlet on the cover, "See?" saying with a bit of a smile as I began flipping through the pages. "Instead of like a normal book they use pictures. Sometimes its easier to tell a story because we can see what the author wants the characters and environment to look like." That's how I've always pictures comic books. That's what I loved about them. I have been asked alot of about why I chose comic books and the answer was they were simple, most were, and there was alot of effort by the artists in their detail and their craft where artwork and writers came together to make a good story.

Looking my guest over, she seemed rather simple, if that would be the right term, but simple in design and wear. Nothing revealing or showing alot of skin and she seemed to be well traveled and experienced.

When she asked where she was and I explained that she was in a suburb area outside of Seattle, Washington. I well rather well off in a second floor apartment compared to alot of others but being a single life it was rather plain with little furniture and all of that, but I lived a simple, quiet life up till now.

"What about you?" I asked.