“90’s Kid! Where the hell is my variable cryptochisel! Where is my hyperresonant mallet! And where is my damn super glue!” yelled an accented voice. It came from a man in a trench coat and gloves and peculiar goggles.
“90’s Kid is on the ship, Linksano.” answered Linkara with a bit of annoyance in his voice. He was reading a comic and Linksano had disturbed him.
“Damn that child of grunge stricken decades past! I’ve been trying to find way to help our Gunslinger friend. I probably would be faster at it if 90’s kid didn’t stop borrowing my tools without permission!” Linksano mumbled. “What could he be doing!?”
On the hangar bay of Comicron-1 Nirvana blared loudly and echoed of the walls of the large space. It held the Vigilant, the scout ship named by the fans. 90’s Kid sat in the cockpit of that small ship messing around with various things inside. He screwed open some panels and wires laid across the floor of the small space. He was examining a piece he took out as he sang.
“I'm so happy because today I've found my friends! They're in my head. I'm so ugly but that's okay cause so are you! We've broken our mirrors! Sunday morning is everyday for all I ca-”
“90’s Kid!” interrupted Dr. Linksano walking into the hangar or the ship.
“Hey Linksano!” he exclaimed happily peeking his head outside with that smile he always has and his nod he does when he is very excited.
“Quit borrowing my stuff without permission! You don’t know how to use these delicate tools!”
“Cha! I know enough science stuff.”
“You went into my lab and fused my lab rat with a toy motorcycle!” Linksano yelled wildly gesturing at the absurdity of saying such a thing.
“I thought that way I could have real life Biker Mice from Marrrs!” 90’s Kid said with his usual inflection, nodding as he did it.
Under Linksano’s goggles he glared at 90’s Kid and just grabbed his tools and left. He turned back for a second. “Stay out of my laboratory!”
90’s Kid sat there a bit dejected, but cheered up right away once his favorite part of the song came one. “I miss you! I'm not gonna crack! I love you! I'm not gonna crack! I kill you! I'm not gonna crack!” he sang as taking out a screwdriver. He laughed to himself as he flip switches and examined things. He noticed a glowing cube in one compartment. He wondered what that was, but quickly went back to what he was trying to do.
In another part of space, in another dimension completely, a job was getting started. Debris and various items were beamed onto a small ship. The ship was no bigger than a large truck but was outfitted with impressive boosters not found on many ships that size. It wasn’t very sleek and had obvious added on parts that made the ship look geometric and bulky. The hull had an attached laser cannon that came from a military spacecraft. Two smaller cannons were on each side, but you could tell they came from different origins with one being square and the other round and long. The only thing that made the ship look unified was the red paint that decorated it.
The ship wasn’t much, but it was the mobile home for Melcandith “Melcandy” Williamson and it was good enough for her. Who wouldn’t feel fond of living inside something made with their own hands? The hodge podge ship was her pride and joy.
“Sad. Must’ve been quite a shootout to make this much debris” she said as she leaned back in her chair in the control room. Her voice had a slight southern twang that was pleasant and subtle. “Cleanse the material of anything organic just in case, Telly.”
“Complying and noting that this is gross.”
“Your face is gross.” Melcandy teased.
“Being that you programmed my face, it’s entirely your fault.” Telly snarked. The interface was actually a face on the main screen of the ship. It was all red and bald with female features and blue eyes.
“I win this insult contest. Mel: 32 Telly:193.”
“It’s good day, so I’ll let you have that... Again.” she told her interface as she left her captain’s chair to head to the fridge nearby. She began to take out her usual breakfast. Cereal, milk, and a strange fruit shaped liked the letter T that she found on her journeys. It tasted like cranberries. She sat her bowl and food on a table across from a framed photograph.“Telly. Make note of some of the stuff we found. I’ll go down and sort it later. Oh, and let me know if you found IT.”
She prepared her meal and looked over at the photograph. Melcandy smiled as she remembered a time when she would make two meals in the morning. Before she took a bite, she looked over at the picture which was of a long haired blonde man.
“Good morning, Jearis.” She said happily before changing into a downtrodden look. “I miss ya.”
She took another bite of her cereal when Telly interrupted. “Melcandy! It’s IT!” She then looked happy as she dashed away from the breakfast table and jumped down a hole in the floor instead of taking the ladder. She opened the airlock and a pile of junk fell out and spread across the floor. Amidst the rubble and scrap parts was a faint glow within a container. Melcandy’s face slowly grew a smile.
In a town called Shoreview lived a nerdy comic reviewer, which is weird by itself. However, he saved the world, he fought a war with a micronation, he owned a spaceship and used magic. He was the resident ultra geek, comic book loving, fedora wearing, wizard like young man, Linkara. A man who was now stressing over the cleanliness of his extremely nerdy apartment.
“This is very unlike you, Kid.” said Harvey Finevoice, a man in a black tux and a matching hat. He took a puff from his cigarette before continuing. “Usually, I’m the one that gets you guys to clean up around here.”
“Well,” Linkara sighed. “Me and Jearis been through a lot and didn’t start on the best of circumstances. Yeah, we’re making amends and made amends and he helped with our problems too, but we never hung out as just friends.” Linkara paused and caressed his gun in his holster as he became shamefaced. “We both made mistakes and accepted each other apologies, but I’d like to have a friendship.”
A ding went off in the kitchen. Harvey sniffed. “Hot pockets?”
“Pizza rolls. I hate Hot Pockets.” Linkara said.
“They’re pretty good but I’d hate them too if I heard three hours of the word over and over.” a familiar voice stated behind them. There stood Jearis.
“Jeez, blondie!” Harvey shouted. “You gonna give me a heart attack.”
“I have that tendency.” he explained in his southern drawl with a smirk. Harvey reciprocated with a scowl before forcing a smile. Linkara nervousness was hidden beneath his neighborly smile, a technique he mastered. “So, what’s for dinner?” Jearis asked.
A half an hour passed till they finished the pizza rolls and then began the main course of spaghetti and garlic bread. Obviously with the pizza rolls, it’s an Italian theme. Are pizza rolls even Italian enough to count this meal as a theme? Is this just half assed American style of an Italian meal? These were the thoughts in Linkara’s head as they awkwardly ate the damn pasta in silence.
Harvey went out to a gig. Linksano took his plate to his room. 90’s kid did the same, but had snuck a whisk and a crab mallet in his pocket from the kitchen. Finally, Pollo was with Sierra talking trash and doing the daily task of helping Jearis. This left the two alone to bond and do whatever. The problem was finding a whatever to do.
Jearis broke the silence first. “I once accidentally ate my hair when eating pasta.” Linkara laughed and almost choked.
Some time passed again and they sat on the couch far apart from each other. Linkara looked for friendly topics to talk about.
“So... Comics. Like them, Jearis?” Linkara said in his turn to break the silence.
“Nah, not my thing.” he answered.
“Oh.” Linkara thought of some recommendations. “You can borrow any if you want to try. I recommend anything by Gail Simone, or my favorite series 52. Or maybe, THIS!” He then went to his bookshelf and pulled out his favorite comic. It was JLA: The Technis Imperative. It was a sure fire comic to get someone interested he thought. He began to hand this to Jearis as he smiled. “Jearis, this baby is abo-”
He was interrupted by a sneeze going from Jearis face to his comic. They both were suddenly poker faced at the awkward moment.
“Sorry.” he said shyly.
“It’s okay. Bless you.” Linkara said. “So, what do you like?”
“Music. I reviewed it back in the day. I was in a band once too. Those were good ol’ days. You like any bands, Linkara?”
“I don’t really follow any bands. I do like songs though.”
“Oh.” Jearis said kind of disappointed. He would have liked a hardcore music conversation.
Some time passed again. Linkara had the idea of playing something to bridge the gap between them and to keep from just having strange silence. From a while back when Spoony visited, Tekken was left here. They decided to play it and Linkara was winning 3 to 1 despite utterly sucking.
“I haven’t played any games like this since...” Jearis paused looking suddenly sullen. “Since I had everyone on my ship. I had a gaming friend with a gun. A huge geek. He called his gun his ‘waifu.’ ” Linkara grinned. He was glad his friend seemed to be opening up a bit more. “There was this one critic who was dumb with an ego and kinda wanted to be the leader.”
“I know someone who is like that! Well, used to be like that. More then than now.” Linkara said. “I have a few adventures to tell you.”
Meanwhile, Melcandy was sweating. She worked quickly over table of tools, pieces of metal, scraps, wire and a glowing cube. “Telly, what is the next part of the directions?”
“After screwing in the limiter brace, copy the signature of the dimension drive into the hard drive. Sync it with the system.” Telly explained. “This will create a localized, non-corrosive amalgamation of asynchronous space that’s also compact and will fit in your pocket.”
“Okay, I understood part of that.” Melcandy sighed. “If I’m going to do this, I need an anchor. I also need a better explanation to make one.”
“Make the stuff do the thing. The end.”
“Screw you, Telly.”
“Mel: 32 Telly:194.”
Melcandy then screwed in a piece and she heard a hum. “I think I did it!” she exclaimed. “Or doing it. Right?”
“Perhaps. We’ll see.”
“We can’t see! If I jump to another world, I might die instantly!” Melcandy yelled. She then sighed and brushed back her bangs. “At least installing that dimensional drive will be easier than braiding Jearis’ hair.” She then laughed out loud and added “Or him accidentally eating it in pasta!”
The night ended late at Linkara’s apartment. After a few rounds of Tekken, talking about adventures they had in the past, Jearis got ready to beam home.
“Thanks. You know. For this.” Jearis said holding out his hand.
Linkara grabbed it and shook it. “No problem. It’s good to make time for friends and not just talk business.”
“Yeah. It reminded me of old times.” Jearis told him with a wistful look in his eyes. Jearis didn’t have to say anything to him. One look at Jearis and you could tell that his mind was in a tornado of nostalgia and caught in causalities. Linkara understood that feeling well and a small tinge of guilt from stranding him in this world came up. It made him have a despondent demeanor for a second, but he remembered what he said to him when he apologized. It was something they both had to remember.
“Let’s go out next time.” Jearis said breaking Linkara’s brief thoughts of him. “A bar.” He then beamed back home.
Pollo suddenly beamed back into the living room and hovered over to Linkara. “How was your date?” He joked.
“Ha!” Linkara snarked at the little blue robot.
The hodge podge ship was going through the final tests. The cabin of the ship had blips, beeps and lights going off. You knew that meant some stuff was about to happen. Melcandy paced around the cabin of the ship furiously as she ran last minute checks.
“Dimensional drive online.” stated Telly.
“Activate one! Activate two! Core pulse?”
“At maximum. Engines synced. Backflow power to stabilization.”
“Localize the D field and isolate the plasma capacitor for easier warp!”
“Affirmative. Activated three. Anything else, Melcandy?”
“Blah blah techno thingy space talk!” joked Melcandy. She looked down at her anchor to her world. It was a necklace she created and on it she etched the same pattern that was on her husband's pocket watch. With it she could go back to her world and hopefully with him. She held her necklace and smiled.
“All checks are complete. Shall we go?”
“Yes.” Melcandy confirmed. The ship then opened a hole in front of it and flew its way through.
She collapsed into the captain's seat. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. ‘Jearis. Wait for me. I’m going to find you.’ She thought.
The next day Linksano stomped his way into the hangar of Comicron-1. His breath was heavy and his face was scowling. “90’s Kid! Get down here!” he shrieked.
“Ugh, what is it dude!? I don’t have your tools! Stop yelling at me!” he yelled down from the cockpit of the Vigilant.
“You took another important tool! I need that whisk for my omelets!” Linksano shouted at him. 90’s Kid tossed it down.
“Can I have bacon with mine?” 90’s Kid asked.
Linksano looked at 90’s Kid cockeyed, not that you could tell with the goggles. They both looked at each other in a huff. “Fine.” Linksano grumbled as he walked away.
90’s Kid smiled as he began to turn on his music, but was interrupted by a sound. A pattern of beeps sounded and he found the button to stop it. A video popped up on the screen and he looked up at it. He saw a woman with short black hair kept up in a messy ponytail with long bangs parted to the sides. She had dark caramel colored skin and wore a thin white tank top under her open, unzipped, red jumpsuit. A necklace laid in the middle of her chest.
“Hello. This is Melcandith Williamson of the ship Bulk n’ Skull. Do you read me?”
90’s Kid looked up with a smile. He greeted her enthusiastically.
End Chapter 1