v.Space Capt. Maggie Magenta

Maggie Magenta was a shining exemplar of the Legacy Project's mission to guide humanity to their future in the stars. She managed an Oracle Outpost within the Haven Zone of settled planets, she led a tactical squad to victory against Cryo-type Exos at a Fortress Base in the Border Zone, and she oversaw the safe passage of hundreds of refugees aboard a Chariot-class vessel.

When Magenta was promoted to Captain and granted command of the Justice-class Starship The Dragon it was the greatest day of her career, but it also marked the beginning of the end of that career. Now that she had reached the upper echelons of the Legacy Project, Magenta began to discover the true nature of much of their work in the galaxy. Secret experiments on colonists, exploiting planets' resources, enslaving alien species. Rather than succumb to the lure of greed and power, Magenta resisted and went rogue. 

The Dragon started a one-ship war against Legacy, sabotaging their experiments, liberating the aliens they oppressed, and warning the citizens of the Haven Colonies about the true dangers of life in space.

The Warning

Suki continued to wipe the sweat off Max's brow when he opened up his eyes. Angst had left to get more soup, while Frank and Dexter were tending to some other business that had to be taken care of; she didn't know what was going on but she knew it wasn't good at all.

"They are coming," he said calmly.

Virus Cleaner

1      1     0     1     0     
[  op  |  rx |  rt |  rd |shunt| funct]  R-type ii
[  op  |  rx |  rt | address//immediate] I-type ii
[  op  |        target address//insert]  J-type ii

project: initiated. virus cleaners. 

//one eight zero one//

10: activate

20: go to 10

New York, New York. June 22 1801

Travis Smite sat on a bench in the park waiting. 

It was a beautiful summer morning and the sun was cresting the skyline, though the shadows of the building were still cool.

He heard the tearing sound, and smiled. He was receiving orders. 

All was good in the world. He got up, stretched and approached the weird metal box where he put his thumb on a scanner and it declared his identity.

One Document of One - 3

TOP SECRET
 
EYES ONLY
 
ONE DOCUMENT OF ONE.
 
to: DIRECTOR


BURN AFTER READING.
 
CUBE PROTOCOL PROGRAM 333 INFECTED.

A VIRUAL INFECTION CALLED SUKI.

MIGHT BE TERMINAL. 

ADVISE TO UPLOAD CLEANERS.




ks/jl

Dance Monkeyfighter Dance!

His legs moved like a jackhammer on the pad, the colours appearing before his eyes automatically signaling to his feet. He didn't know what was going on, just that he had to keep dancing. The techno psytrance beat that was playing seemed similar to the last song and the song before that.

"How 'bout some Chemical Brothers!" he shouted to no one in particular.

"Hell," his opponent chimed in. "That would be freakin' awesome!"

It was a nightclub, Retroville, and he had been here for several hours now going through contender after contender. This new guy he was up against, The Future, was nearly on par with him...

The Nurse

Suki dabbed away the sweat on his forehead; she could see his eyes moving about like rabid rabbits underneath his eyelids. She was the nurse this time around, well whenever he appeared on the cot. It seemed his jumps were less frequent.

Each time he disappeared he reappeared, though his skin, hair, eye colour would change, as if someone was selecting a character from a video game.

"Oh, Max," she whispered. "Why can't you ever be normal for once in your fuckin' life."

Like Bottles For Soda

The Starship Silent K zoomed into view from the right side of the screen, as the camera began to track and zoom in on the control deck. We could see Max standing there, glancing out the window, as the camera seemed to go through the window and park right beside him.

He stood there on the deck of the ship, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked out the windshield. He couldn't see the "camera" but he knew it was there. He could sense eyes on him as well; he felt like turning to the fourth wall and speaking his mind but he couldn't.

He heard the sound of footsteps on the metal deck and that would be his first officer, Merle, reporting about the Blue Nebula, for what appeared to be the hundredth time.

"Commander, we have picked up activity in the Blue Nebula sector," First Officer Merle stated. "What are your orders?"

Before he could reply there were several options appearing in his eyes, as if he was wearing glasses.

1. "Nothing, Let's continue on our way."
2. "Bring us about and proceed on silent run!"
3. "Bring me a danish, Merle. I'm hungry."

Max could see the selection process unfold, he wanted to say something, scream, flee, run, but those weren't the option the player had...

The Elevated

Suki took the stairs two at time; she was tired of waiting for the elevator to arrive. She had heard the news and she wanted to see for herself.

"Where's the fire?" Goner asked as he gave chase.

"Twenty-three floors up!" she replied like a kid waiting for Christmas.

"Great," Goner muttered. He should have waited for the elevator.

Avatar

Max's eyes flickered open. He could see Angst sitting by his side but she looked different, more cartoonish than before. Like a cel-shaded art style you see in those new video games that want to look retro. His eyes itched and there was a static sound ringing in his ears.

"He's coming around," Angst said to someone whom Max realized was Dexter. Though his appearance seemed cel-shaded, as well; he looked more like a knock-off version of a iconic cartoon hero he had seen in a superhero movie.

Amongst the noise in the static he could make out a voice stating, "... make his eyes bigger... greener."

"Look at his eyes," Frank said in the background. "What's happening to him?"

"Mother-frakker," Dexter swore. "It was her I saw in the diner!"

Memo X

TOP SECRET

MEMORANDUM FOR: DR. MANAN
                                         DR. NEXUS
                                         MS. KSENYCH
                                         DR. MALLY

SUBJECT: CUBE

Following the sub-committee meeting with   XXXXXX. It is reasonable to believe that there is a glitch in the genetic matrix. The Magenta Code has been aborted for unknown reasons.
                                      
Advise Yellow to try xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  prior to reform.

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AMENDED.




J.F. Beatrix

Glitch II

"How long this time," Frank inquired to Angst. He snapped open the cellphone and hit speed dial.

"He disappeared a whole fraction of a second this time!" She put down the stop watch.

"DAMN," Frank swore. "It's getting longer and longer each glitch."

Doom Trooper

Sweat dripped from his forehead and into his eyes, momentarily blinding him. He wasn't sure where the hell he was this time but he knew it was damn hot. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and he could see that he was in a corridor of sorts, a red light rotating and the sound of a klaxon going off.

"Easy there, kid," a gruffy voice told him.

"It's not everyday you get to see hell," another one, sounding like a young girl, added.

"What?" Max asked.

The bay doors opened up below and all he could make out was a sea of lava below.

"Drop! Drop!" someone ordered.

Glitch

Angst sat on the edge of the bed, applying a damp cloth to Max's forehead. He was covered in sweat, and his eyes behind his eyelids moved like satellites falling from the skies.

"He's glitching again," she yelled.