[/)eathKiller]

Kineada... Kineada wake up! A small metalic voice chimes nearby... Kineada awakens slowly and sits up, looking about his rice-paper walled room. Many bonsai plants rest on old cedar shelves, a sword rack lays in the back of the room. Kineada, himself, is sitting up on a futon spread akwardly across the wooden floor, identical to the ceiling. "You have a call from the TPA... they are saying about a temporal disturbance..." The machine, a 3-eyed robotic floating sphere with tingy gloved hands and wings hovers about. "Would you like me to patch you through?"

"Do it..."

A holographic figure appears being projected out of the tiny floating robot.

"Kineada... I am Severlius Mineculouis of the Temporal Protectorate... I am wondering if someone with your... skills... would be willing to do a little job for us..."

"come out with it..."

"Alright alright... you see the Lylocks are up to it again... they plan to alter the time of dimension 36^3%x45^7%-Beta7G. The entire world is in a state similar to Fuedal Japan during the war-in-states era, and we belive that you would be able to infiltrate the world more easily than an android or a cyborg, track down this agent..."

The bio on a man named Shadowmere, Bakilas appeared along with a picture of a cyborg attempting to wear a straw hat...

"We realize he isn't very in-cogneto so he should be easily trackable, but know that he also is there for the specific reason of altering the history of the dimension and doing something... we aren't sure what... to alter the dimensions history... will you take this job? We're offering 170,000 Creds if you can stop him descreetley, and an additional 200,000 Creds if you can find out what it is he and the Lylocks are up to..."

The hologram paused... waiting for Kineada's response...

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The room was a deep shade of purple... Bakilas raised his hand to salute his commanding officer, not at all wearing any disquises but rather donning cybernetic internal and external armor done up in the shades of the lylock rebellion insignia. His arms and legs were covered in off-cammoflage mesh.

"Shadowmere," an officer spoke above the sound of ambient machinery,"Your breifing is as follows: we want you to go to 36^3%x45^7%-Beta7G through the great gate." While saying this he pointed toward a large ring-like tower in the center of the room. "Then you will find a man who goes by the name Kazuiaki Morimoto, and you will give him... this..." The figure pulled out a grey tube with what looked like bamboo rings along its surfavce, as if it was made out of metal-plated bamboo. "He will know what to do with it, or should I say... He'll figure it out... at that point You will then need to go 200 years into the future, retrieve the tube from his ancestor and return it to us, do so and we will set you up for an early retirement... but know, you're mission will not end then, but rather, it will prepare you for your future jobs... This tube in your hand... is now your life... it is your future, your heart, and your soul. Guard it as such. If you let it go, be sure you know exactly where it will show up centuries later, never let it out of your site, no matter how many years may progress before you get it again. Your onboard AI will be able to monitor the progress of the tube and tell you exactly where to find it... Good luck..."

Bakilas took the tube out of his hand and nodded. He then started to walk toward the "great gate" when his commander shouted, "And one other thing Shadowmere... Whatever you do, do not look at the contents of that tube... under ANY circumstances..."

The world whisked by and suddenly the sound of ancient coords playing off in the distance began to resound in Bakilas' ears... before him now was a street, barent except for a few ox carts, the surrounding buildings made of clay, wood, cedar, rice paper, cloth, and covered in ornate rooftiles which gave the whole world a distinctly asian feel. Several people passed the large cyborg by and barley even noticed his presence, then one turned and looked at him, screamed something Bakilas didn't understant... something like "ONI! ONI!" followed by many other people's screams and the closing of doors and windows, along with the pulling back of blinds and stampering feet. The town grew quiet and only the sound of the wind blowing by echoed about, then the sound of steel scrapping steel and the clamering of men putting on armor and arming weapons, followed by footsteps out onto the street behind him...

A lone man behind him spoke, "Eyosh... Nanio -" "Translator Activated" a small internal voice chimed then the mans words began to change into a language Shadowmere could understand, "What do you think you're doing here?" a pause as the wind blew by... "You place is back in the pits of hell... with the other demons..."