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Prologue
A long time ago, before the dawn of recorded human history, at the far edge of the universe, far, far away Might makes right and he who seek power gets it. Before the rise of the first hero the desire of power went unchecked. Lord Zot was the worst of the bunch, a mutant whose skin was so think his muscles were visible and his body was protected by a metal exoskeleton. Zot raised an army of aliens under his rule and swept across the universe claming worlds into his thrall, there was anger, and there was dissonance. But no one had the…courage; some would call it lunacy, to stand up against the most powerful being in the universe. That was until he came to an innocuous little town on a planet on the freeing of his expiring. Like some unholy angel his forces descended from the heavens and strode into town.
“Your world is not a part of my empire,” stated Zot flatly, waving his had aside he dismissed his lieutenants “Find their leaders, kill them, and get these peons started on my palace.”
Then the impossible happened as a voice of defiance rose for the crowd “No.”
Zot’s glare swept the gathered locals for the strange response “No, No what?”
“You will not kill our leaders, you will not rule us.”
The crowd parted small voices of mutter s rising from the peoples revealing Zardoz. Well built and wielding a hatchet he seemed like nothing more then any of the other green skinned peoples lumber jacks, his face was forgettable, his attire mundane, but his eyes, they spoke of fire and rebellion.
“I don’t know what drove you to this lunacy but you life ends now.” Zot raised his staff channeling energy through his body and into the staff amplifying it and released the bolt at Zardoz. Zardoz was sent flying smashing into a wall and slumping to the ground, his chest sizzling with energy, he was dead.
Zardoz opened his eyes, he felt strange, he could not feel his body but he felt a space around him, turning his sight skyway a face of a mechanical man loomed over him beyond a glass dome.
“What? What’s going on?” Even as a mere spirit Zardoz’s voice was defiant.
“I am quite amazed, the Core has never found a synergistic energy before, you’re a sentient aren’t you, and a living soul…How did you get here?”
“That’s what I want to know! What is this thing!”
“The Core, it is part of a project to grant a being incredible physical might.”
“Your harnessed my Soul as a weapon! Release me!”
“Oh, oh of course, I would never dream to use a…soul…that was not willing, I am really sorry that you were drawn here, give me a moment to release you.”
“Wait…why did you construct this device?”
“Oh I’m sure giving one the power of two could be useful in construction and other difficult tasks.”
“And war?”
“Not my concern, fighting only begets fighting.”
“You don’t work for Zot?”
“Lord Zot, on no! But I wish someone could oppose him.”
“Wouldn’t this invention of yours enable someone to do that?”
The mechanical man looks thoughtful “You have a point but the core needs a source of power, I could never dream of using use as such, you deserve your afterlife.”
Zardoz is silent for several moments “Use me, Zot needs to be opposed.”
“But who, you are the only person who has ever expressed a…courage…to opposed Zot.”
“There can’t be only one.”
“I will search.”
Lord Zot descended upon a new conquest, just as he had done a thousand times before, ever since that fool Zardoz opposed him their have been minor…inconveniences…in each new territory. But non was a threat. This was the 7h’s conquest since that fateful day and again the black skinned insect like aliens muttered dissonance until one stepped forward.
“Go conqueror, you are not welcome here” spoke one with fire in his multi faceted eyes. Zot smirked rising his staff when the heavens thundered and there was a blinding flash of light, in the claws of the alien appeared a small silver box and Zardoz’s face flickered in the sky.
“Use it, call out the name of your mightiest beast and invoke the power of the box to oppose Zot!”
Zot laughs blasting the transmission with his staff destroying the signal “Hand over the toy child.”
The resistor clutched the device to his chest and shouted “No!” the box began to glow as he invoked its power “Zer’kerak!” In a flash of red light military grade armor formed on the warrior, his had wrapped in a helmet pattered after the deadly scorpion beast Zer’kerak, and rose his hand, as his hand glowed as a sword took shape. He charged Zot…and The First Hero was borne.
A long time ago, before the dawn of recorded human history, at the far edge of the universe, far, far away Might makes right and he who seek power gets it. Before the rise of the first hero the desire of power went unchecked. Lord Zot was the worst of the bunch, a mutant whose skin was so think his muscles were visible and his body was protected by a metal exoskeleton. Zot raised an army of aliens under his rule and swept across the universe claming worlds into his thrall, there was anger, and there was dissonance. But no one had the…courage; some would call it lunacy, to stand up against the most powerful being in the universe. That was until he came to an innocuous little town on a planet on the freeing of his expiring. Like some unholy angel his forces descended from the heavens and strode into town.
“Your world is not a part of my empire,” stated Zot flatly, waving his had aside he dismissed his lieutenants “Find their leaders, kill them, and get these peons started on my palace.”
Then the impossible happened as a voice of defiance rose for the crowd “No.”
Zot’s glare swept the gathered locals for the strange response “No, No what?”
“You will not kill our leaders, you will not rule us.”
The crowd parted small voices of mutter s rising from the peoples revealing Zardoz. Well built and wielding a hatchet he seemed like nothing more then any of the other green skinned peoples lumber jacks, his face was forgettable, his attire mundane, but his eyes, they spoke of fire and rebellion.
“I don’t know what drove you to this lunacy but you life ends now.” Zot raised his staff channeling energy through his body and into the staff amplifying it and released the bolt at Zardoz. Zardoz was sent flying smashing into a wall and slumping to the ground, his chest sizzling with energy, he was dead.
Zardoz opened his eyes, he felt strange, he could not feel his body but he felt a space around him, turning his sight skyway a face of a mechanical man loomed over him beyond a glass dome.
“What? What’s going on?” Even as a mere spirit Zardoz’s voice was defiant.
“I am quite amazed, the Core has never found a synergistic energy before, you’re a sentient aren’t you, and a living soul…How did you get here?”
“That’s what I want to know! What is this thing!”
“The Core, it is part of a project to grant a being incredible physical might.”
“Your harnessed my Soul as a weapon! Release me!”
“Oh, oh of course, I would never dream to use a…soul…that was not willing, I am really sorry that you were drawn here, give me a moment to release you.”
“Wait…why did you construct this device?”
“Oh I’m sure giving one the power of two could be useful in construction and other difficult tasks.”
“And war?”
“Not my concern, fighting only begets fighting.”
“You don’t work for Zot?”
“Lord Zot, on no! But I wish someone could oppose him.”
“Wouldn’t this invention of yours enable someone to do that?”
The mechanical man looks thoughtful “You have a point but the core needs a source of power, I could never dream of using use as such, you deserve your afterlife.”
Zardoz is silent for several moments “Use me, Zot needs to be opposed.”
“But who, you are the only person who has ever expressed a…courage…to opposed Zot.”
“There can’t be only one.”
“I will search.”
Lord Zot descended upon a new conquest, just as he had done a thousand times before, ever since that fool Zardoz opposed him their have been minor…inconveniences…in each new territory. But non was a threat. This was the 7h’s conquest since that fateful day and again the black skinned insect like aliens muttered dissonance until one stepped forward.
“Go conqueror, you are not welcome here” spoke one with fire in his multi faceted eyes. Zot smirked rising his staff when the heavens thundered and there was a blinding flash of light, in the claws of the alien appeared a small silver box and Zardoz’s face flickered in the sky.
“Use it, call out the name of your mightiest beast and invoke the power of the box to oppose Zot!”
Zot laughs blasting the transmission with his staff destroying the signal “Hand over the toy child.”
The resistor clutched the device to his chest and shouted “No!” the box began to glow as he invoked its power “Zer’kerak!” In a flash of red light military grade armor formed on the warrior, his had wrapped in a helmet pattered after the deadly scorpion beast Zer’kerak, and rose his hand, as his hand glowed as a sword took shape. He charged Zot…and The First Hero was borne.