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Terrence Wolf

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Mr. Crow

So begins...

Terrence Wolf's Story

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"They say death is only the beginning. Well, if that place dies, then Solinus is the new beginning."

"Sounds like a fair motto, sir: 'New Beginning'"

"Initium Novum... "

A slick, black vehicle blurred through the streets, as it hovered only inches above the ground. A pleasant man, pressed in a chauffer's attire, drove it quietly though the night. The passenger listened to the meager hums at every turn the vehicle took. Thoughts infested his mind like a virus. Countless lights allowed a shadow to chase the car, before the red light finally demanded its stop. The sudden pause in this journey gave way to a message, as if the universe yearned for the passenger to savor this moment.

"The Varden...?" He repeated, staring down at the screen of his phone. He readjusted himself in the back seat. This man, however important, received orders just as his driver. Every being has a commander, it's just a matter of what. "George, take us to the coastline." He thumbed over the screen of his cellular device, clearly anxious to receive contact from the other end. To his relief, it began to ring.

The driver, George, always gained pleasure in putting the 'petal to the metal.' The tail exhausts emitted white hot flames, as the vehicle thrust forward at an exponential speed.

"Yes, will the units be there? ...I don't understand how I'm supposed to know where they are. ...How many are available?" A flicker of audacious fear hushed his mouth. His 'commander' was on the line. "I... understand. We'll reach the coastline in seven minutes." The call ended, and the man gritted his teeth in disgust of himself, lest he be rebuked into death. What did his master request?

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Seven minutes passed, and the vehicle had finally arrived the land's sandy border. The obedient man, whom was dressed in an astute grey suit, had stepped out and drew closer to the breaking waves of the Solinus coast. Beneath the sea, a light illuminated the water; like a diamond treasure, which gave signal of its discovery. The aquatic life-forms scurried, as the very whole of the sea began to vibrate. Slight ripples carried resounding hums to the shoreline. The man could feel it slinking from the tips of his toes to the center of his chest. An earthquake would be the first thought to those ignorant minds, but none of that destruction was enjoyed, tonight. Large waves sucked in the tide, and the jewel of the Solinus rose from the depths. An ornate aura beamed from its core. It was a pure mysticality in the eyes of a logical man. One might even think it to be a natural glacier, which miraculously attracted the northern lights. However, a fantastic mind created this holy mound.

"Who could ever think man's creation could envision something so beautiful?" The pleasantly old driver stepped out from the car to spot the blessed sight he had witnessed so many times, before.

"You always have something to say, George." The suited man replied.

The structure continued to rise higher, as capes of water slid off its brutal edges. The crystal mountain produced a frequency to reach outbounds of the planet's atmosphere for the Varden to receive. Though, it might possibly be acquired by the Terran forces, as well.

The broadcast, as followed, was an encrypted invitation to the Varden: -.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / .. -. ...- .. - . -.. / - --- / - .... .. ... / -.-. .. - -.-- / ..-. --- .-. / .--. --- .-.. .. - .. -.-. .- .-.. / -. . --. --- - .. .- - .. --- -. ... .-.-.- / .--. .-.. . .- ... . / .- .-. .-. .. ...- . / .-- .. - .... .. -. / ... .. -..- / .... --- ..- .-. ... .-.-.- / .--. .- ... ... .- --. . / .. ... / --. .-. .- -. - . -.. .-.-.-

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"Mister Wolf, do we wait?" George asked, hesitant in his regard.

"No. We're going out there." Terrence turned away from the illustrious art of light, rubbing at his eyes, after the fact.

An opaque path rose from the water, which in-turn connected to the boisterous object at sea. The solid path cut ten feet above the sea-level, which dripped down into a ramp at the shoreline. It would all vanish by the dawn's light; six hours remained for the Varden.

"Tag, you're it."

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The reply did not take six hours to come. Not an hour after the transmission the Varden responded. An MCC, Mobile Command Center, a frigate sized ground support ship descended from the clouds above Solinus City. In escort were two other vessels and around them all buzzed a flight of drones. The light did not reflect brightly off of crystalline-carbonide plates, the outer layer of the vessels' composite armor because all three ships were cloaked.

Once in position above the city the pilot transmitted an audible tone on the same channel that the original had been broadcast. The tone had no meaning and was only being used to alert the original sender that their channel was now being monitored. A more direct communication could not be given by the Varden for they did not know who was trying to communicate with them or who it was they were trying to communicate with. They knew only that someone had attempted to contact them on this channel and that the location that the original signal was sent from was here in Solinus City.

The setting changes from solinus-city to Port Solinus

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“The Varden have proved themselves.”

“They did more than that. They protected the city.”

“What a generous bunch- going out of their way to defend the unknown. Solinus has a natural appeal like that, I guess.”
The voices of secret commentators had shared their thoughts and opinions amongst one another. Solinus City could shine as the greatest star even more so with the right guardian. Observed in a glorious fashion, the Varden contracted themselves as the prime candidate for such a commitment. But, what would their decision be? The Varden, which appeared to be such an esteemed conglomerate, could very well retract from Solinus and her lovely dependence.


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As the dusk prevailed, the city remained untouched by this trespasser, and all trespassers so far. The crystal-berg illuminated the sea, still. Its strange presence only preceded by its fame as a mystical spectacle viewed by the citizens from afar. Every city had their spires of attraction: Wing City, home to Sol Tower, Van Leugen, home to the incredulous Master Rail, and now Solinus, home to the sinking and rising Crystallum.

A shimmering black drop from afar, the hovering vehicle, which had approached the Crystallum before, had zoomed through the various streets and avenues within the city. The passenger, Terrence Wolf, would act as the liaison to the organization. His attention was on the small screen of his cellular device. For the whole drive he read over the text of information he was allowed to communicate with the Varden representatives. Unbeknownst to Terrence, and George the driver, he was being monitored and surveyed.

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Point of meeting was Solinus City’s spaceport: Under development, it had not yet been officially named, although it would function readily for small shuttles. The runway lights blinked in the distance to assist in the alignment of the visiting craft. Shuttle technicians were on standby to service the craft, if need be.

The black Cadillac was parked at the base of the port, adjacent to the runway grounds. It awaited the arrival of the Varden representatives. Terrence himself made the effort to stand outside of the car; he harbored a cautious standard of living. However, the vehicle was kept running.

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The night was silent and the stars shown down, dimmed only slightly by the glare of the city's crystal spires. Half the length of a football field away, the black top sunk nearly a half inch. The indentation into the paved surface pushed in the shape of a shuttle's landing gear though on a grander scale. No disturbance of wind or noise signaled the presence of the MCC. Only a sliver of white light, quickly expanding as a shining metal ramp was lowered bore proof that the frigate had landed, taking up more than one and a half football fields worth of space.

The scene resembled a particular scene from Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home in which the interior of an invisible star ship was viewed from the landing ramp as an away team disembarked. Of course the MCC was much larger than the Bird of Prey, HMS Bounty had been in that movie. The scale was not evident even as five figures made their way down and stepped upon the smooth pavement.

Among the five was Vena Kenshi, Warden, Field Marshal, Fleet Admiral, and First in Command of the Varden Expeditionary Theater. The VP101, Myrkr PDS she wore did not leave much concerning the curves of her body to the imagination. Flanking her to her left and right was a female and a male both wearing the bulkier VP102, Aegis PDS and both armed with Lancer assault rifles and Arc phaser pistols. The last two of the party were dressed in plain clothing with futuristic flair and material, Sean Kubera and Errant Alaois. The five made their way to the car as the ramp was retracted behind them and the MCC vanished completely.

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"It's a pleasure," Terrence commended the visitors with a smile. The man was sharply fitted in a grey suit; his cuff-links adorned the logo of a certain corporation in the city. "I am Terrence Wolf," He placed a hand to his chest, before extending it out to familiarize the party's leader with a hand-shake. Try as he might, this stoic man could not help but glance over the woman, at least once, to cure himself of any anxious thoughts. "I'll admit, I didn't expect so many of you." Terrence looked to George, his pleasantly senior chauffer, to signal for a larger vehicle.

The elderly, but lean, driver quickly retrieved a cellular device from his pocket and commed the port's supervisor. "Get an AMG down here, if you would, please." Within the next six minutes, a robust vehicle distorted all conversation, as it charged through the gates to assist the more militaristic company. "I assume your people can handle that?" Terrence nodded toward the two bulky guards, as the AMG steamrolled its way over the pavement to park behind the comparatively miniscule Cadillac. A port technician, clothed in a blue jump-suit exited the AMG. He stood at attention, leaving the vehicle door open for any passengers.

"It'd be my honor, Warden, if you would provide me the courtesy of riding along in my car. I'd like to discuss... more sensitive matters with you in private, before we convene at my company headquarters."