Chapter II: Enter the Mazzic ~Mazzic

It had felt like an eternity...

For four years now, He had suffered...

But today was different...

Today was the day...

For what he knew not...

But it was going to be grand...

Whatever it was...

* * *

Mazzic woke from his dream with a smile; it was the first time since he had come to this blasted place. Standing and getting dressed, he waited for his escorts to collect him. Letting out a laugh he stared at the solid steel door that kept him enclosed, guarded at all times by twelve armed guards...as though they could stop him if he had wanted to escape. The only reason he stayed was because if he did not, IT would get him. IT didn't have a name, species, or even a slight intelligence. All that IT had was a driving desire to not let him escape, and an instinct in battle that rivalled his own.
But IT was finally gone! And there was no stopping him now.
Those damn GCA bastards would pay...with their lives...for the pain they had caused him.

* * *

Mark and Ted walked down the corridor to Mazzic's room. They had a full line of experiments to try on him today and were actually looking forward to putting him through some more torture. As usual Mark pulled out the key to his room and handed it to the guards. Ted handed another guard a stack of papers verifying their identities and purpose. The guard, again as usual, flipped through it and handed it back yawning. Mark and Ted opened the door.

Mark, Ted and the twelve guards were dead in an instant.

Not one of them called for help or knew what hit them.

Mazzic on the other hand, smiled and continued to walk through the halls, gloved hands in pockets, and trenchcoat billowing behind him.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later Mazzic was running like a madman through the courtyard to where the transports were.

One hundred yards to go...

Fifty...

Ten...

And then...a giant spinning vortex opened up and sucked him into it.

"Damnit!"

* * *

After about 30 seconds of travel between space and reality Mazzic was unceremoniously dumped on top of a small man with metal pants in the middle of a...ummmm...big grassless field that looked kinda like a war zone...without the war.

As he stood up he looked around and noticed others staring at him. This was turning out to be not a good day after all.

Kyanosa stood up, and stated simply, "Hi, I'm Kyanosa Canopus. Who are you?

Looking around at the person he had landed on, he sighed, and said, "Mazzic36, space pirate, assassin extrordinaire," and quickly added, "but most people call me Mazzic."

The others around him simply nodded and went on with their tasks at hand, which mainly consisted of trying to figure out what happened. Clearly they had seen more strange things then this.

Looking at the sky, he waited to see what would happen next.