Ikaricast Konami E3 2013 pre E3 minisode

Hey, we thought it was a stream! Hear our thoughts on Konami's pre E3 2013 show detailing Metal Gear Solid The Phantom Pain information and more! The Ikaricast crew are joined by Dane and Carlio from the 4DS podcast, and Videodragon.


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the 4DS podcast on http://GotGame.com

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Interview with Jamal Igle: Ikaricast S5 E6

Jamal's creator owned property

This week's Ikaricast sees xaos and Seraph speaking with Jamal Igle Creator of the upcoming Molly Danger and an artist who's worked on comics for DC and Marvel like Superman, Supergirl. Daredevil, and Iron Man among others. He's also worked on series like Max Steel and Starship Trooper Roughneck Chronicles.

Email us questions, comments, suggestions to theikaricast@gmail.com

News Link:

http://www.ign.com/articles/2013/05/09/the-next-xbox-is-reportedly-called-xbox-infinity

Find Jamal at:

http://jamaligle.com

twitter @jamaligle

Jamal is known for working on Supergirl among other things

Our Links:

http://thebrokeninfinite.blogspot.com

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ikaricast-Fan-Page/101323973280441

http://fighterxaos.deviantart.com

The video that xaos mentioned: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfpVoyANwjU

Download the episode here!

Morphin Bracers Episode 39

Get the lowdown on the Power Rangers getting their new Silver Ranger, Kamen Rider Battiride War details, Fire Leon available to watch online .... for free  and more all courtesy of Wheels, Metal, Xaos, Yamiangie & Seraph. After that, we got SSAA podast/Gintamapodcast's Doctor joining with Dropping the X's Bullet Beast aka Ed the Crimson and Seraph talk about the first 2 episodes of the latest adult toku, Akibaranger Season 2 & Garo: The One Who Shines In the Darkness in our discussion. Enjoy the explosion that is Morphin Bracers episode 39.

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Morphin Bracers Episode 38

It's time for more Toku News as Seraph (Frankie Rodriguez) is joined by Xaos (Jeremias de Leon), VisibleNinja, Wheelchair21 & Bullet Beast to give you news. Then Seraph & Xaos go over Seraph's year long greatest Power Rangers Story Countdown from #50 - # 37. Check it out.

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Ikaricast S5 E2: Jason Martin and Dave Dwonch interview

Xaos & Seraph kick off Action Lab Month on the Ikaricast with the President & Creative Director of Action Lab Danger Zone (comic book imprint), Jason Martin & Dave Dwonch.

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Morphin Bracers Episode 37

 On this episode of Morphin Bracers, We pay our respects to a Toku Legend and more Kamen Rider, Super Sentai, Power Rangers and other Toku News that you can shake a stick at. We talk about ROBOCO ... ROBOKNIGHT.  Featuring Seraph, Xaos, Wheelchair21, VisibleNinja, Darkon & Oga!!!  Plus, a discussion about 3rd Party Toku. Check it out on Morphin Bracers.

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Super Mario BONUS

Same information on where to find us and who we are as the last episode: 

http://thebrokeninfinite.blogspot.com/2013/04/smb2-episode-2.html 

Except this run is basically "for the lulz"

SMB2 Episode 2

Episode 2 of our SMB2 Let's Play. With Jeff unavailable xaos and RRPG are joined by Seraph of TheBrokenInfinite and VisibleNinja from VisibleNinjaProds.

Be sure to check out the playlist to see episodes in order if you missed any of them.

Also check out what else we're up to.

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RRPG: http://youtube.com/RRPGReviews and http://gotgame.com/category/audio/pod...

VisibleNinja: http://youtube.com/visibleninjaprods

Seraph: http://thebrokeninfinite.blogspot.com 

Also check out the Ikaricast on iTunes. Stay tuned for a BONUS video tomorrow!

The Redeemers # 2

Issue #2 
Arrivals and Conquests
by Frankie Rodriguez
RATED PG-13 




All characters and/or renditions belong to Frankie Rodriguez.

                                    1.

A train was thrusting its way onto the city’s station with a smooth entry that made syrup jealous of landing on pancakes. The large, silver and navy blue train slid to a halt just as the clock stuck 17 minutes after 7:00am. The doors of the train pulled back with a hiss, spilling passengers out of its cars like milk on a counter. As new passengers hopped on the train, a young man in a dark brown jacket, wearing a dark green shirt and black jeans had stepped onto the platform. The young man, of Asian descent, swung a dark brown back, a shade lighter than his jacket, on his back with easy. As he passed several patrons, the young man headed straight for a booth that said information that was covered in glass, reaching the ceiling. The young man noticed a brunette with a soft blue uniform on with a symbol similar to the train he just walked out of on her bosom. With a quick smirk, he made his way through the crowd with ease till he got to the booth; only to be cut by a large, grizzly of a man in a suit and bald head. The young Asian man frowned for a moment as the muscular man talked to the information woman.

            The guy in the suit crowed, “Hey! I need to get to New York City from here. Which trains do I take and how much is it and how long will it take?”

            The information woman asked, “Have you looked at the schedule?”

            The guy in the suit shook his head. “Listen if you could just tell me, I’d really . . .”

            The young Asian guy rolled his eyes then grabbed the guy in the suit’s shoulders. The young Asian guy quickly pushed aside the larger male with ease then stepped forward. The information woman was stunned for a moment as the young Asian guy smiled at her.

            “Hi. I . . . am . . .sorry,” slowly spoke the young Asian guy. “I . . . are  . . .Quon Feng.”

            Before another syllable could be said, the guy in the suit stomped to Quon Feng’s right. Seething, the guy in the suit barked out his next words. “I was in the middle of talking to her, asshole.”

            “Need . . . help. You . . . don’t . . . read . . . schedule,” Quon Feng’s voice echoed, showing signs that his English was somewhat limited. After that, his mouth curved to a bright smile.

            The guy in the suit’s face began to turn bright red, “I don’t give a fuck. Learn some English. You are in America you motherfucker! I was there first. Go home asshole. Go the fuck away so I can finish my damn business.”

            The information woman’s face faulted at the guy’s yelling but did not say a word when she saw the large smile on Quon Feng’s face.

            “You . . . are . . . asshole,” Quon Feng started. “My . . . dog . . . pleases himself . . . with your . . . mother’s vagina.”

            The information woman stifled a laugh as the crimson in the guy in the suit’s face neared critical mass. The guy threw a punch at Quon Feng who ducked over the punch. The guy threw another punch but Quon Feng merely swung his neck to the left, avoiding this punch with ease. The young Asian man quickly used his elbow to block the third punch; causing the guy in the suit to yelp in pain. Quon Feng gave a full smile as he then flipped over the guy in the suit, crashing him on the ground.

            “You . . . done?” inquired Quon Feng with his thick Asian accent and grand smile that flash white that made snow envious.

            The guy groaned in pain as Quon Feng shifted his gaze upon the information woman; who was chuckling.

            “You know . . . at first I was mad at that but that asshole has been bugging me for the same shit everyday for the last 2 weeks.” Her voice sweet and slow as her eyes met with the near hypnotic pools of blue from the young Asian. “What can I help you with again? And don’t worry. Take your time. Do you need a pen and maybe write down what you want so I can understand better?”

             Quon Feng began to hold his side as his bag fell with a thump. His voice gasping as he laughed at the information woman; who suddenly tilted her head with a face of bewilderment. “No need to talk slow. I was just joking.”

            “You know English . . . good,” stated the surprised Information woman.

            “Sweetie, first, I may have trained in China but I was born in Baltimore. Secondly, It's I know English well. Remember proper grammar and all that. Third, How about some directions . . . after I eat you out?”

            The information woman stood stunned as Quon Feng flashed her another, winning smile.

            Her voice cracked in nervousness as she responded, “I . . . I . . . I don’t get off till 2pm.”

            Quon Feng shook his head. “No, no no.”

            Quickly, Quon Feng took a small piece of metal with an A engraved on it. Quon Feng went towards the booth’s door. Quon Feng taps it on the door and she swiftly lets him inside the booth. The young Asian man ducks down as he goes in, getting to his knees. Hidden from the world except her, gazed at her dress with a greedy smile. The information woman just shakes her head but keeps smiling as Quon Feng slowly slips off her panties.

            “You get off now.”

As he buried his face and head into her dress, all the information woman did for the next several minutes was grip the sides of her counter as if she was holding for dear life off a cliff. Moans every so often escaped her lips as customers continued to pass or talk with her; unaware of her guest and her ecstasy.

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2.

Seraph sighed as he ran a hand through his dark brown, almost black, hair that was faded on his head as he took his first steps outside of the police station, noticing the sun beginning to rise in the east. Seraph wearily rubbed his eyes at the sprinkles of clouds in the sky as the sunlight pierced through them. He looked around, realizing that he is either taking a bus or walking to his apartment. No. They had made it into a crime scene and even though he was assured by Detective Graves that they had cleared out the body, it was still taped up.

            “Perfect. I don’t have a bed for a day or so . . .” Seraph was figuring as to where to go when suddenly he felt a pat on the back that startled him for a moment.

            With a smile that looked foreign to his face, Graves chirped, “Morning Seraph. I can call you that right?”

            Seraph sighed, “Since I just met you last night, no.”

            “Aww, c’mon now. We’re buddies now. Not like you got nothing to hide. We seen it all last night, right?” Graves commented with a hint of laughter in his voice.

            Seraph remembering that he had been completely naked when Graves, his partner and the EMTs had shown up, turning a bright red while pouting his lips.  Seraph exhaled a hard breath then turned away from Detective Graves; which he had noticed that the officer was now changed into a pair of black sweats and a long sleeved white shirt that showed off the thick, muscular chest on the officer. Seraph began to walk away from the detective as Graves quickly hovered over to his left. The two were walking down the sidewalk as they continued their conversation.

            “Where are you off to anyway?” inquired Graves, still with that odd smile on his face which slightly unnerved Seraph.

            Seraph took in the fragrances of strong manly cologne on Graves’ person which made him more attractive to him than he already was. Seraph also noticed the small group of hair that stick from his color; nothing that Graves must have a hair chest. Still, Seraph plainly stated, “Not sure but most likely a hotel.”

            “I can understand but we will get through the crime scene as quickly as possible,” explained the detective, making sure he matched the speed of Seraph, no matter how he walked. If Seraph was walking briskly, Graves was right there with him. If Seraph was walking slow, Graves slowed down; not once as they passed five blocks that Seraph loose his ‘company.’ Seraph gave a quick groan as he shifted his gaze back at the officer after minutes of silence.

            “What do you want from me or is this your way of performing police work; stalking people instead of following leads?”

            Graves arched an eyebrow, replying, “Who says I am not?”

            “This could be considered harassment, officer.”

            Graves just shrugged and gave another smile. “This is not harassment and you don’t have a vagina.”

            Seraph rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You’ve been following me for over 8 blocks.”

            Seraph entered a walkway to McDuffie Park, the largest park in the city. As the marble walkway shot through fields of flowers, trees, park huts, picnic tables and playgrounds, Seraph was continuously tagged by the officer. Seraph turned to him, “You really aren’t going to stop following me?”

            “Considering you are the only lead to what happened to that old man . . . probably not. And you can’t blame me considering that someone threw him through your window,” answered Graves flatly. He pointed to a large stage at the middle of the park where the walkway they are stomping through leads to; intersecting with others. There were a few joggers running around and some walkers, dressed for work. Other than that, the park seemed empty. Seraph shook his head in frustration. “You’ve got time to kill. Why not just relax? Let’s get some breakfast. Where else are you going to go?”

            Seraph pouted as he thought to himself, ‘Okay. This sucks. He’s like all up near me . . . which is actually kind of fine cause he’s freakin’ hot! But, I kinda want to be alone so I can get some more sleep. Still, he’s got a point. Everyone else is either at work or asleep; so I can’t really crash right now. I can always hit a hotel but damn it . . . I am starving.’ “Alright. If I go to breakfast, will you leave me alone afterward?”

            “Were you not paying attention to what I just said?” repeated Graves, getting serious for a moment. “You are my only lead. And since I am pretty sure you didn’t kill the guy, we need to watch you like a hawk.”

            “Don’t you have a wife to go home to?” Seraph asked; partially curious as to why this officer took such a personal interest in him and for the fact that Seraph had his own interest in Officer Graves.

            Graves turned away for a moment. “No. Do you want breakfast?”

            “You paying?” Seraph’s eyebrow arched with his question, seemingly low on cash until his next unemployment payment in 2 days.

            Graves gave a winning smile. “Fine. Does that make you happy?”

            “Actually it does,” Seraph gave off his own smile, not feeling apprehensive at the moment. “Now to choose the most expensive place to eat.”

            “Boy, you must be a lousy date.” Graves turned to an intersecting path on his left. Seraph paused for a moment at Graves’ comment then proceeded to walk.  Seraph pouted again then followed the officer. His lips grew into a smile as he wondered along with Graves, delighted to spend time with him.

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3.

Inside a large base, the halls were white, silver and grey to show how sterile the place was. Military officers were walking along; all of them heavily armed with a few doctors in lab coats walked along a long corridor till they reached large, heavy steal doors. Two of the three doctors with the armed escort all kneeled down and had their retina scanned by modules; one older main with snow white hair to the left of the door; another man who was bald, who had tanned skin and dark eyes on the right of the door. Finally, a final scanner came up from the floor in the center to the lone female doctor, with mocha skin and long brown and blonde hair.

            The female doctor, Dr. Claire Jefferson, spoke with a hard, strong voice, “Retina scan, senior doctors initiate.”

            The white haired doctor stated, “Daniel Van Helsing! Alpha, unlocked.”

            The second doctor replied, “Amil Bryant! Beta, unlocked.”

            Claire then stated, “Claire Jefferson. Omega, unlocked. Entry into The Hive. Delta-21- Theta – Zephyr.”

            Suddenly, the doors locks began to spin. With a hiss and slight smoke, the doors slowly creaked open as the thunder of the final locks falling back hit the air.  Suddenly, the giant, football stadium sized room revealed itself. Large amounts of monitors, stairways and consoles were filling the room. There was a center walk way toward a main platform in which all others stations were connected to. As the three doctors along with the soldiers that escorted them made their way to the central platform; tubes of yellow and black sprinkled their path along side computer terminals and hallways. As a matter of fact, the entire “Hive” was colored mostly black and yellow.  

            The sound of metal begin pounded by either feet or fingers filled the air alongside all kids of transmissions. As the doctors passed the tubes, the soldiers snickered or sneered at the objects floating in the tubes. The creatures were seemingly both avian and humanoid. They had long legs that seemed to be covered in scales instead of skin with three or four talons on their feet instead of toes. They were decorated with silver feathers that were accented with either white or black. Their arms stretched long as did their wings which were attached to those arms. Their bodies either seemed either very stocky with large chests or very petite. Yet, they all had heads that seemed a mixture of both human and bird. Oddly enough, these beings had beaks instead of mouths and nostrils on top of their beaks. Dr. Jefferson gave a slight smirk as she passed by them. When they reached the platform, they were greeted by two beings: A stocky man wearing a green jacket and slacks with multiple command badges on him. The other as a humanoid being who was aquamarine in skin color. On his body were wires of call kinds, connected to many of the consoles within The Hive.

            The aquamarine being stated in smooth, almost monotone voice, “Greetings Doctor Claire Jefferson. We have been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

            “He ain’t kidding,” the military man had added quickly as he patted his side impatiently. “You were supposed to be here nearly 30 minutes ago.”

            “I am sorry for our tardiness General Ewing. But between the 2 portals that opened last night, my team hasn’t slept doing readings and spectra analysis. And personally General, you can kiss my ass if you think I am gonna just hop when you say so.” The tone from Dr. Jefferson’s voice was rough, with edge but sincere. Dr. Jefferson turned over to the Aquamarine being. “How are you holding up Cypher?”

            “Over all well. The data our agents on the field have given us has been useful. From the readings, the first portal matches the portal energy signature from a week ago,” the being known as Cypher described to the group of doctors and soldiers. General Ewing quickly slid into Dr. Jefferson’s field of vision, barking at her in anger.

            “You got a lot of nerve lady. I am in command of the Hive, as per orders from the higher ups. And you better learn to respect my authority or I will deny you access to this . . .”

            Dr. Jefferson chuckled at the General. “You can’t deny me to shit.” From her lab coat, Claire had pulled out a special medallion. “No one in this country can deny me from shit!”

            General Ewing’s eyes stepped back in surprise. “That metal. But that’s not possible.”

            “Oh it is, General,” began the feisty Dr. Jefferson. “You know what that medal means. And if my last name wasn’t a hint, figure out who the fuck I am related to. In this country, I am royalty. So why don’t you get your white ass out of my face before I kick it.”

            The General grimaced in frustration as Dr. Jefferson turned to Cypher. “The portal activity has heighten on schedule after all.”

            “Yes. According to the Kalique’s data tracks, the prophecy states that The Redeemers newest genesis is starting to occur. The title of King has passed to a new King. And from what I can decode from the data tracks, the King is the key to the formation of The Redeemers.”

            Dr. Jefferson paused at that while Dr. Van Helsing and Dr. Bryant were gazing upon readings on individual consoles. Dr. Van Helsing glanced at some information after typing some special codes. He gasped.

            “We have a problem, Dr. Jefferson. It seems that another portal will soon emerge from the energy readings,” answered the white haired doctor.

            “Where?”

            Cypher quickly answered Dr. Jefferson’s question. “Actually 5 miles away from the last portal.”

            “It seems that things are really starting to bloom in our field, ey?” Dr. Jefferson smirked at Dr. Van Helsing’s answer to her. Dr. Jefferson felt anxiousness crawl up from the pit of her stomach.

            Dr. Jefferson quickly turned to the soldiers that accompanied her. “Get on a plane and get to that location. Track down our visitors and bring their asses back here.”

            General Ewing quickly got in front of the soldiers, rage blowing out of his ears like ready boiled tea. “That is enough! You will not follow her orders. You follow the change of command here. And I am your superior officer. And first, I want you to arrest this bitch.”

            A lone soldier replied, “On what charge sir.”

            “Treason. What she is doing is using you and this facility as she sees fit. And only two other people besides me who can order you out like that. Now I . . .”

            Dr. Jefferson shook her head then turned to Cypher. “ How long has  it been since I ordered the death of Director Grimes?”

            “25.5 hours ago, Dr. Jefferson.” Cypher’s voice had echoed with a frighteningly calm tone that had instilled fear amongst the soldiers and the general. After a moment to let that fact sink in, Dr. Jefferson continued.

            “And under the security directives, who is now in charge?”

            Cypher gave the same frightening, calm voice as he answered, “Under the by laws of Rule 15, Section Alpha 9, that would be you. The President has already given his approval this morning at 5.00 hours.”

            General Ewing’s eyes widened as Dr. Jefferson smirked. General Ewing hands slowly reached for a gun that he had behind him on his left side of his back when Dr. Jefferson came closer to him.

            “You are crazy. I will report to the President of what you did and . . .” Ewing pulled out his gun from behind him as Dr. Jefferson quickly took out a gun of her own; yet while General Ewing’s gun was a pistol that had been modified; Dr. Jefferson’s gun was silver with slits on either side of a pistol. Dr. Jefferson pressed the trigger of this oddly shaped weapon, hitting General Ewing hard with a blast.

            General Ewing as he felt the flesh of his stomach began to tear like a hot knife through butter. His lower intestines were shattered and shredded till a hole was revealed on the other side of General Ewing. The screams of sheer agony were cut off as the General’s now dead body plopped onto the steel grate like mesh of the floor. Each soldier stood on nervously as it happened. Dr. Jefferson walked over to kick General Ewing down the walkway a little. She then turned to the soldiers.

            “It is impressive what happens when a human being gets a hold of extraterrestrial technology which used air as a weapon. That being said, I will not stand for any kind of disloyalty in my ranks. As was stated, I am now director of Area 51. Now, I have given you orders. Head to the location of that portal and start tracking cause I am interested in what will be emerging from it and getting a lead on whoever King is. Any mentions of what just happened to anyone else, Cypher will active the nanite bombs that were mixed with your food within the last few days. Are we clear?”

            Every single soldier replied in unison, “Yes, Director!”

            “Good. Soldiers, to the hangar in five minutes. Bryant will be accompanying you. I want whatever is coming out of that portal found and brought back here. Dismissed.”

            Dr. Jefferson turned to her compatriots and Cypher as the dead body of General Ewing lay not far from them. As the soldiers side stepped the corpse, Bryant walked over and began to drag it to the left.

            “I am going to be busy for a while,” Dr. Bryant stated then continued to walk off while dragging the body of General Ewing with him.

            “Doesn’t take much to keep Amil happy, ey?” asked Dr. Van Helsing.

            Dr. Jefferson smirked, “No, it does not. Let’s make sure we keep it working to our advantage. We have to find where this so called King is. And the sooner we do it, the better off we will all be.”

Next: More Hunters after the Redeemers. More Redeemers awaken. And Seraph and Graves meet their first challenge.

Ikaricast Week, Day 3: Ikaricast 125th Episode Special

Here's a look at Season 4, Episode 17 aka Ikaricast Episode 125, celebrating with a Skype Party:


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For Ikaricast Season 4 Episode 17 aka Episode 125 we have… a SKYPE PARTY. 

Joining us we have 

Professor Otaku 

YamiAngie

Steven James (CoinOperatedBear)

Demoversi 

Wheelchair 21

Seraph

Durga

After the ending theme stick around for an epic blooper!

Leave a comment or e-mail your reactions, questions, comments to theikaricast@gmail.com

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Ikaricast Week, Day 2: Top 5 Best & Worst Anime

Here's our second round fo Ikaricast episodes.

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On this week's Ikaricast the whole Ikaricast crew come together and get their otaku on and discuss their personal 5 most loved, most hated and most desired to be licensed in the west anime.

 email us what you think at theikaricast@gmail.com

 The music used in the beginning was "Intense Azuma Battle" by Rukunetsu. You like his stuff go to his soundcloud where you can download his tracks free. soundcloud.com/rukunetsu

 The track on the end is "Pegasus" by Michael Tsukerman. That was a sample you want it for yourself buy it on iTunes.

The guys have a lot of stuff they want you to check out.

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reviewtopia.deviantart.com
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Download the episode here http://reviewtopia.net/ikari/ikaricasts4e24.mp3

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Ikaricast Week, Day 1: Interview With Joe Martino

 To celebrate the 5th Anniversary of the Ikaricast, we'll be posting episodes of the infamous podcast from this past season all week long.

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Xaos and Seraph interview Joe Martino a comic book creator who got his project "The Mighty Titan" funded on kickstarter. The Mighty Titan's story was inspired by Joe's battle with cancer, but it's not a biographical story. We discuss what it was like for him, what it's like to get a comic published and more. Go to Joe's website to learn more jgmcomics.com and follow him on twitter @jgmcomics

Leave an e-mail and let us know your thoughts at theikaricast@gmail.com

Stream here http://rvtentertainment.com/content/ikaricast/3426-interview-with-joe-martino

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GUNDAMN! x Ikaricast Sentai Team Up!!

For the Playstation 4 announcement the Ikaricast crew teamed up with Dollow and Neo of Gundamn to bring you the news and our thoughts and analysis after the press conference that unveiled the Playstation 4.

Go to mechatalk to listen. http://www.mechatalk.net/viewtopic.php?f=22&t=15465

Ikaricast Minisode # 4

This mini-sode of Ikaricast, Xaos (Jeremias de Leon), Jeff Williams & Seraph (Frankie Rodriguez) talk about Nintendo, the Wii U, their tactics & more.

The Redeemers # 1 : The New Born King

Issue #1 
February 2013

The New Born King
Rated PG-13
Created & Written by Frankie Rodriguez

All characters are the property of Frankie Rodriguez. Any likeness is purely coincidental. This is an updated version.

As the smell of burnt human flesh and melted glass crashed through his apartment window, Seraph Summers had awakened not a happy man. His light brown skinned body had twirled away from the shower of broken glass and the incoming torrent of flame that encase what seemed to be, in Seraph’s eyes, a tall man. The fire had nearly engulfed the man entirely as Seraph unwrapped the sheet that he clinged to his naked body as he moved away. Seraph quickly blanketed the burning man, hoping that it will help put out the flames. The burning man turned around 3 more rotations till he crashed against the door of Seraph’s nicely decorated bedroom on the seventh floor of his apartment building. After the third rotation, the burning man had stopped the fire on his flesh and clothes; locked in the embrace of the once maroon, now maroon and . . . soot blanket.

Seraph quickly crawled to the now not-so burning man while grabbing his cell phone; entering 911 as he continued to check on his unexpected visitor. There were at least two rings that past. Seraph gazed at the man; noticing that his face was somewhat burnt but not as badly as the rest of his body could have been. Seraph sighed as the third ring passed.

“Can you talk? Are you awake?” Seraph stated.

The former burning man moaned painfully, sounding like the wail of a ghost from an actual scary film. Seraph’s brow furred for a moment as he began to stand up.

“You gotta be in a lot of pain. Just hang in there,” as the fifth ring passed on his cellphone, Seraph continued to talk with a soothing voice. “The ambulance will come and they will fix you right up and then I can find out why the hell you crashed through my window doing your best Human Torch impression.”

Seraph was a proud nerd but this was not the time to think of such things. The burning man revealed his left arm; his hand mostly burnt with the flesh gone in several of his fingers and some blood slightly dripping. The burning man, even though he is not burning anymore, stretched out his hand and opened the palm.

“What are you trying to tell me? Try to save your strength but can you possibly tell me your name or anything that happened?” Seraph inquired, as he felt a draft that danced on his back, down between his legs as he tightened his butt a little from the cool, spring air. Seraph then yelped for a moment, realizing why he was cold.

“Oh geez! I am sure, sir. I didn’t . . . expect a man to come through my window. My door maybe if he was invited but not through my window into my bedroom and I sleep naked and you are seeing my dick and . . .”

A female voice as started chiming in. “Hello, This is 911. What is your situation? Does it have to do with your penis?”

Seraph shook his head, not realizing that 911 finally picked up. “Um . . .no. No. This isn’t for me. This is for this guy who crashed through my window.”

“Is he suffering any broken bones? What is his name and where are you located?” The questions spat out of the operator almost as it she were a robot who had no life.

“I am not sure cause he can barely speak cause when he crashed through my window, he was on fire. I live on 236 McDowell Street, Apt 717,” Seraph spoke with urgency. “He was burnt pretty badly and I doubt the crash did him any good. So you’d better hurry.”

“Ok sir. I am dispatching an ambulance and the police to your location stat. And you are?”

            “Seraph Summers. No relation to the guy on my floor. Please hurry.” There was a quick click after Seraph’s final word to the operator as he then gazed at the outstretched hand of the being formerly known as the burning man; well, in Seraph’s mind anyway.

            “What are you . . .?”

            The raspy voice was both gravely but filled with some kind of phlegm, or possibly blood thought Seraph, considering that the man was burnt alive. “Please . . .after . . . so much . . . and so . . . long . . . finally found . . . you.”

            “Wait. What?” Seraph was extremely confused as he gazed at a silver object in the deep fried hand of this man on his floor.

            “You . . . are . . . the first. You . . . are . . .king.” Every word was left out with a pain that Seraph could not only hear but feel as the man on his floor struggled to get those words out.

            “King? What do you mean? You were deliberately crashing through my window. Why the hell for?” Seraph was very, very confused by all this as he kneed closer to the man without touching him.

            The man moaned again in pain as phlegm, vomit and blood shot through his mouth, brimming over like lava in an erupting volcano. After that cleared, the man quickly said his final words. “You . . . are the . . . King. Find . . . the other . . .six. Take . . . the Eye. And beware . . . cause they are . . . all . . .coming.”

            With that, the man’s arm dropped while his eyes closed. Seraph fearfully looked at the man when he noticed booming against his door.

            “Mr. Summers! It’s the police with some EMTs. Hurry to the door please!” the voice behind that command was gruff and authoritative. Seraph gazed at the metal object, snatching it in his hands. The young man sprinted to his door; unlocking the 3 locks on it to allow the police officers and EMTs to head to the burning man.

            “He just lost consciousness! Hurry! He’s in my bedroom!”

            Seraph gripped tightly the metal object that man dropped to the ground. He felt jolts of energy filling his body but was not concerned about them at the moment as the two police officers glared at Seraph up and down.

            “Um . . . Sir. We are gonna ask you some questions,” the voice from just seconds ago behind the door now belonged to the face of a tall, stocky black police officer in a form fitting shirt and a bald head with a beard. His partner was a slightly younger looking white cop with red hair and a crew cut with a long sleeved shirt. “But um . . . could you put on some clothes first?”

            Seraph turned bright red after giving a quick look down. His naked body for all to see was being showcased to ever person in his house. Luckily, the EMTs were concentrating on the old man, thought Seraph; but Lord, is this embarrassing.

            “Yeah. Sure.” Seraph quickly side-stepped the EMTs as they checked over the body while he got dressed, throwing on a pair of blue jeans, some white socks and a navy blue shirt with white and black inking of a cross and 12 angel wings on it. Seraph spun around to head to the police officers; who had followed him to just outside the room when one of the EMTs, a short, pudgy man gave his final diagnosis.

            “This man didn’t make it. He’s gone.”

            The black, stocky police detective named Carver Graves turned to Seraph. In his hand, the metal object with an eye carved into it began to glow yellow for a moment then stopped.  Officer Graves’ eyebrow pointed up for a minute while glancing at Seraph, who was drying tears that welled in his eyes. “Mr. Summers, you will be having to come with us.” Graves turned to his partner. “Brown, you stay here till reinforcements so we can close off the scene.”

            Seraph sighed as he thought to himself, You know, this never happens to Batman. Heck even Spidey gets off easier . . .maybe not.

            As Seraph followed Officer Graves out, Officer Brown and the EMTs are beginning to cover the scene till forensics and detectives arrive. In his hand, the metal eye glowed yellow again, filling Seraph with a surge as he left his apartment with some shoes and a final thought..

            This is gonna be a long night.

----

    Her name was Jannie Waltkins. She was an EMT that was supposed to be working tonight. Yet, her last gasps of breath leave her as my hands. Jannie Waltkins took her last breath as I choked her. She falls to the ground, her head banging on the asphalt and piss that litered this corner. I take a deep breath.
  Long ago, I used to have my own destiny. But then I kept hearing voices. Over and over and over again. Voices were calling out to me. Some were beautiful, enchanting voices. Others were gritty, dirty... angry voices. All of them told me that my life was not my own on that day. And that was in the middle of making love to my wife. Then the voices came ... I thought these were tricks by people who long wanted me dead.
   Fact of the matter was, that day ended everything for me. I stopped making love to my wife and saw her eyes  ... those eyes.
   The body of Jannie Waltkins began to twists and turn but seemingly, like her mind was not controlling her body by something else. Suddenly, red liquor metal sprang forth from her belly button, her mouth spat out the red mercury that slowly filled her body. Jannie Waltkin's body was changing before her eyes. A sigil lit up on the man's forehead.
   This became my destiny. To murder people that were already dead ... to kill beings not of this Earth ... or this dimension. My name was Daryl Grayson.
   Daryl took out a gun of odd steampunk design with a large sapphire in the middle of this. He aimed it at the mess.
   "Didn't want your bullshit in the first place. So, go the fuck home or to hell."
  Daryl shoots of red mercury that was now taking a new shape. The bright blue blasts incinerates the being.
   I am now just the Requiem Knight. And I know the Redeemers are coming.
 

END OF Issue 1
NEXT MONTH: The World Gets a Little Crazier With Aliens, Area 51 & a mysterious wanderer.

 Letter to the Fans: 

   What you hold here is the beginning. Not just the story of the Redeemers. But for the biggest reason why the Broken Infinite got started. When I sat with Broken Infinite writers Darryll "YTC" Carter, Jeremias de Leon and Hector Ramirez, we wanted to build a new and exciting place for our writing to shine while we saved up to make comics. Yes, our ultimate goal is comics. And Oddly enough, we are not alone in this. New ideas come from many different places. And this is one we thought would be a great idea. 

     So, the three of us plotted and planned how to build this new idea. And as the J1 Studios site transformed, we needed a different arena to tell the stories WE want to tell. Make no mistake. These stories will be filled with action, adventure, murder, mystery and sometimes, gore. This is where we won't have many limits.

     As the three of us came up with characters, the Broken Infinite seemed to come together. So, CBC evolved. Alongside Eric McLeod, Jeremias de Leon, Jake Estrada and Jeff Williams, CBC died and we started, The Broken Infinite. As this site was planned, we started with 3 launch titles, now, we are gonna have at least 5 titles. The Redeemers was first chosen because I wanted to start off with a story to say that we're here; we understand you but this is gonna be a little different from the norm. As the Redeemers come together, you will find that this group has a very interesting destiny. And that is a plot point. 

     The other titles coming up include Oni, Silver Thorn, Perception and 2 other mystery titles. And While there will be several titles that are in a shared universe, we will also have a separate imprint for titles that are not a part of the main Broken Infinite universe.  
     So welcome. Break the monotony! Break the creative wall! Break the Cycle! Welcome to the Broken Infinite. It's gonna be a hell of a ride. 

                                                                  - The Broken Infinite Founder & Editor-in-Chief

                                                                                       Frankie Rodriguez

PS. I know this is a re-release. It has a new scene and the Redeemers are now part of the Shared BI Universe. See You Next Month.

The Redeemers # 3

Issue # 3

Death Gods, Angels & Magicians
Created & Written by Frankie Rodriguez
Rated PG-13

1.

            Several miles away, a red swirling hole of energy just popped up onto of a large skyscraper, over looking the city that Seraph is a part of. From the Red swirling hole, two figures pop out of it. Both dressed head to toe in black leather suits, but with different accents in each. The first, which was male, was accented with green. The second, a female, was accented in light blue. The female black garbed being walked forward; in her hands a bronze colored device that was square, with a screen and some buttons on the bottom had entered her hands.

            “We have come a long, long way,” stated the female, her voice dripping with venom. “The new king is here.”

            The man, who seemed to stand a full foot taller than the female, had marched over to her left flank. His hulking body was easy to see in these black leather outfits that covered all but their heads. Their faces were obscured by obsidian helmets. The woman spoke again with frustration.

            “We had nearly finished this. We almost succeeded in ending the Redeemers forever.”

            The man commented as he gazed out to the city. “The prophecy stated that their time was coming. We killed all the old candidates. Why would Ulthor come here?”

            The pair marched at the edge of the skyscraper they were standing on top off when the red swirling portal disappeared behind them. The woman slammed her fist into her other hand.

            “Ulthor was burning to death. He was trying to find the next monarch.”

            The man replied, “But he just jumped into the well of infinity by chance. The only reason we are tracking him was cause of . . .”

            “Do NOT say his name, Mordred. I hate that we have fallen in line with such a beast.” The woman’s voice was even more frustrated than the previous sentences. “Yet, he, like Ulthor, are not fools. Ulthor used the Eye in order to guide him here. Ulthor may have found his prey.”

            “So the Next Monarch may have already been found. Interesting,” mused Mordred with a hint of excitement.

            “We are not here for you to get off on beating the hell out of the Next Monarch. We are here to prevent the prophecy that HE told us when we first met. And we shall. The Redeemers will never come to pass. All we have to do is kill the Monarch . . .”

            Mordred quickly finished the thought of his partner. “And the Redeemers will not exist; saving our world.”

            “Yes my dear Mordred,” paused the woman clad in black leather. “It will save our world . . . for us.”

            With her last words, Mordred and the woman known as Morgana, quickly jumped off the top of the building and disappeared as a shadow covered them both; making it seem as if they never existed.

 _ _ _  _ _

2.

The sun blasted into the windows of a classic 50’s style dinner that Seraph and Graves found themselves dining in. Graves comfortably sat as Seraph stretched out one of his legs as they awaited their orders. The waitress who had taken their orders kept eyeing Graves, yet Seraph found that the police detective was not give her much attention. Three looks from the waitress and Graves only winked at her once after the third attempt of her looking at him. Seraph chuckled inward, somewhat relieved that the police detective’s attention was on him, not the big busty waitress who was in the back waiting for their breakfast. Seraph glanced around the diner for a second time; nothing that he and Graves were one of only 12 people in the large diner. Their booth was nestled away from the other patrons and the few staff. Graves then knocked on the table; quickly making his companion to snap to.

“Hello? You awake there Summers?” inquired Graves with his oddly, creepy smile.

            Seraph shook his head to clear the cobwebs in his mind. His eyes connected with Graves, gazing deeply into the vast ocean of greenish gray eyes that belonged to the Carmel brown detective that was continuously ravaging his thoughts. A moment later, Seraph once again swung his head right and left. “I’m awake. Just tired. Will be fine once I get food. So, besides you following me cause I am your only link to your murder case, why are ‘you’ doing all this?”

            “Cause I’m hungry,” replied the police detective. Seraph was about to ask another question but Graves beat him to it. “Why do you think that man ended up going through your window?”

            Seraph rolled his eyes as this was literally the 20^th time he has heard this question since he met this man. “I have no frellin’ clue.”

            Graves perched up his left eyebrow with a curious expression on his face. “Frellin.’ What the heck does frellin’ mean? How did that word even exist? Are you Hispanic?”

            “Half Puerto Rican,” Seraph admitted. “Part Black, Part White and half Puerto Rican. So I am a super mutt. And Frellin’ . . .” his voice lowered slightly, almost embarrassed to admit the following. “is from one of my favorite TV Shows.”

            “So wait . . . you say a word from a TV show. What does it mean? And I am interested in this whole super mutt thing,” Graves lightly mocked his companion.

            Seraph groaned. “I just like the word so I use it instead of cussing. It is like fuck or shit without saying fuck or shit. As for me being a super mutt, I have a very diverse family tree. But mom was Puerto Rican, dad was black and white. They got together and I popped out 9 painful months later.”

            “Ah, your mother had a difficult pregnancy huh?” Graves stated as he started to fiddle with the butter knife before him while waiting for Seraph’s answer.

            The waitress had came around with their drinks just after Graves finished his question, laying a coffee cup on Graves’ side and a large drink of apple juice on Seraph’s side. A straw was dropped to the left of Seraph’s juice which Seraph happily opened and began to drink his juice. The waitress quickly waved a hand through her hair as she gazed at Graves. Seraph turned his eyes on the waitress, his thoughts screaming in his head.

            ‘Oh no bitch. I saw him first. Wait . . . what the hell am I saying?’

            The waitress’s voice was sweet as she offered while looking directly at Graves. “Coffee is nice, fresh and hot. Is there anything else I can get you boys while waiting?”

            “Nah. We’re good for the moment but we’ll let you know,” Graves offered, giving his smile to the waitress.

            The waitress was not bothered by the smile and winked at Graves. She turned to walk away, letting the detective sigh.

            “You loved that didn’t you?” inquired Seraph as he took another sip of his juice.

            Graves countered, “You are just mad that your mom still bugs you about giving birth to you.”

            “For nearly every damn day of my life till she passed away,” Seraph remarked then glanced down.

            Graves replied, “She’s is a better place, you know.”

            “Yeah. I know. Still, I can hear her say ‘After all the pain I went through to get you into this world after nearly 29 hours of labor.’ She would never let me forget that.”

            “Probably cause of your big head,” Graves teased then took a sip of his coffee. “You were probably a big baby.”

            Seraph began to pout again. ‘Oh my god. What a jackass. Just pressing my buttons.’ He let out a breath. “I wasn’t that big but you must have had problems getting you through with your big feet.”

            Graves replied, “What?”

            “Like I didn’t notice your big ass elephant feet in your clown shoes.”

            Graves chuckled for a moment. “Ah. So now you got jokes.”

            “You started this little game,” Seraph stated, taking another sweet tasted of the apple juice in his large glass. “So you wanna keep this up Homey?”

            “You couldn’t take me on your best day, Summers,” proclaimed Graves confidently as he flashed his smile again.

            “You just think cause you are fine that I am gonna fall for your jedi mind tricks,” Seraph shot back, folding his arms. ‘Wait . . . I just said that I thought he was fine out loud. Oh fuck me.’

            “Why I appreciate the compliment Summers,” Graves comments smoothly, not a hint of worry, surprise or anger in his voice; speaking as he normally did. “It is hard for me to move in these big clown feet but didn’t stop you from thinking I’m fine.”

            “Well . . . I mean . . .” Seraph blurbed out, stuttering in embarrassment.

            “It is fine. Women and Men often tell me I am attractive,” Graves answer was stated in a matter of fact manner. Graves glanced at Seraph, whose cheeks were starting to resemble that of Santa Claus’s.

            ‘Of course they say how fine you are. You are freakin’ gorgeous. I  just am another one of your groupies.’

            Seraph’s thoughts were cut off by Graves’ next statement. “But none of them were nearly as attractive as you.”

            Seraph was taking drink to calm himself down while he listened to Graves only to project his apple juice onto the window to the left of him. Some of the patrons and other waitresses and waiters glance at their table after.

            “Wasn’t expect that, were you?” Graves asked  Seraph, locking eyes with him. Seraph began stammering so much he sounded like Porky Pig.

            ‘Oh my God! He finds me attractive. I should say something instead of doing my best Woody Woodpecker impression. But I think calling him a Caramel God would be a bit much. I have to ask him why he thinks I am attractive. And, most importantly, when does he want our wedding?’ Seraph’s thoughts danced in his brain only to be stopped by Graves’ next question.

            “So when are you gonna tell me about that silver, triangle medallion that you’ve been holding on to since we found you?”

            Seraph’s heart sank. ‘This whole conversation was a diversion. A diversion I fell for. Damn it. I didn’t think people could notice that I’m gay, not that I care that much.’ “How did you know that I . . .”

            “Had that pendent? Please, I noticed it earlier. Luckily for you, I am the only one who noticed that you had it. Figured it might be something that I can use to track down the bastard that threw our victim through your window. So, that is mainly way I am with you right now?”

            Seraph sighed as his embarrassment brought his eyes to look at Graves; his eyes full of fire with a mix of disappointment and anger. “Why the deception? Why did you flirt with me just now? How did you even know that I . . .?”

            Graves chuckled, “Oh please. I knew you were gay the moment I met you. How bashful you were when we met.”

            “I was fuckin’ naked,” ripped Seraph with a hint of edge in his voice; gaining a feeling of humiliation he had not known since he was in high school when Ishawn Sosa had pulled down his pants during his class presentation.

            “Yes but even that, you were comfortable with that till I mentioned it. Then you got all bashful.”

            Seraph hissed after taking the last bits of his apple juice, “You are an asshole.”

            “Aw. Be still my breaking heart. I am trying to solve a murder and that little token may very well be a clue,” Graves answered sternly. Folding his arms, Graves then commanded, “Hand it over.”

            Seraph dug in the left side of his pocket as his frustration and embarrassment were all but apparent. As he brought out the pyramid-like object with an eye engraved on it. As the waitress came over with the large tray containing their breakfast, Graves picked the object from Seraph’s hands, examining it.

            The waitress merely dropped Seraph’s platter, an omelets with cheese on top with sausage and salsa within; only to then carefully put down the plate of Graves’ food, which was waffles with a side of bacon. The waitress opened the syrup, cheerfully asking if Graves wanted any. Seraph rolled his eyes; partially in disgust of how she was throwing herself at the officer and partially to his own jealousy. After a quick nod, the waitress bent over, allowing her cleave to nearly slip away from their cloth imprisonment in front of Graves’ face who chuckled. Seraph’s face was nearly bright red once more; yet this time anger was the shade of this red. Graves noticed this only to quickly reach out with his left hand, grabbing Seraph’s. The waitress stepped back in shock while Seraph’s eyes began to bulge.

            ‘Oh my God. What the hell is he doing?! Oh god. His hand feels soooo good,’ thought the 30 year old Seraph.

            “What the hell is this?!” exclaimed the waitress in disbelief.

            Graves gazed deeply into Seraph’s eyes, who was just too stunned to merely do nothing but stare back at the police detective.

            “What does it look like? I’m having breakfast with my boyfriend,” responded Graves without a hint of laughter.

            ‘Did he just say . . . that I was . . . his boyfriend?’ Seraph’s eyes were nearly ready to explode onto the table. ‘I think I died and gone to heaven.’

            “Oh no! You are too fine to be a faggot. Listen, sweetie. You are just confused. You haven’t had good pussy before and I am more than happy to give you some so you can be with who you are meant to be with. Not this piece of ,” quoted the waitress with an air of arrogance and entitlement that would make Paris Hilton and Kanye West look tame. Graves was prepared to answer when suddenly a loud bang as the window shattered. Suddenly, blood fell as a three pronged hook embedded itself on the waitress’s  forehead. Graves and Seraph quickly turned to their left, gazing out the window as the waitress’s body was pulled through it and into what seemed to be a crimson vortex. As lightning shot through the vortex, a floating hovercraft was visible through the vortex.

As the vortex came through, Graves and Seraph could see two beings riding on them. They had were covered in some kind of bronze-hued armor while their skin was the color of an almost aquamarine in type. Both figures had lean bodies that would make most fitness buffs jealous at their perfect level of muscle and weight. Their arms seemed to have large gauntlets that had barrels and points protruding from them. Their eyes were blacker than obsidian found in the dark side of the moon. One was female with long hair that seemed to be made of cable wire than just sheered downward, with light sparks pulsing at some of her ends. Her breast, even with armor on, were bountiful.  The male on the other hand was bald. His armor a little heavier and his right arm out as he pulled the body of the waitress towards him and threw it onto the vortex. The vortex closed behind him as the female jumped down from what seemed to be a hoverboard.

The female opened a small panel on her right gauntlet, revealing a keyboard. Her face cold and near expressionless at first suddenly turned manic with a joy that can only be seen in kids on Christmas Morning or murders who take joy in their killings. “I am Narohon! We are here for the King!”

Narohon looked directly into the eyes of Seraph as she slowly stalked forward. Seraph was paralyzed for a moment after that proclamation as Graves was about to reveal his gun with his right hand; never noticing the gold glow coming from his left hand which held the Eye.

----

3.

            A signal flashed red on his gauntlet as the beam pulsated on and off, over and over again. Another blue man, this time with red hair with silver on his left like a stripe, brought up his gauntlet to his chest and gave a smirk that shined his sharp, crème teeth. His armor was gold and silver with black pants and undershirt. His powerful arms flexed as he brought up a long, large bladed sword on his other hand. His void-hued yes gazed upon his companion, who looked like him but not as muscular and with silver and bronze armor and with blonde hair.

            “I am picking up signals from designates Bamepehiel and Narohon have arrived from Citdel World. They succeeded in cross over and finding The Redeemer designated King,” the red-haired being know as Ozasiel proclaimed. “We must join them and kill this new King immediately.”

            The blonde, blue skinned being known as Zotaruukreh replied, “I thought after dealing with the previous King would have stopped this one from emerging. And knowing those two, they will kill and destroy this entire city in order to kill off the new King.  We must prevent that.”

            “You are a Tencyhi’ Siber, Zotaruukreh. You are ordered to kill the King. The Chaos Mind reported that the best way to stop the Final War in our dimension from occurring is to kill the Redeemers. Once we kill this King and destroy the Eye, the Redeemers will Never be again,” commented Ozasiel with a dead calm.

            Zotaruukreh grunted in disgust. “Our duty does not mean the destruction of that many people Ozasiel. It is illogical and waste of resources.”

            “And that is where we differ, Zotaruukreh. We are those who bring order. We are those who will save our dimension. Our order is what saves our dimensions from war, diseases and famine. We must ensure it and the quickest and most thorough way of doing so would be to destroy the city if need be. Once this city is destroyed, the King will be dead and the billions upon billions of life we protect will be saved. Yet . . . if it will put you at ease, we will not go for that plan yet.”

            Zotaruukreh shivered by Ozasiel’s words. The blonde Tencyhi’ Siber commented, “Thank you. We do not need to waste our resources if we are engaging the enemy at close proximity.”

            Qzasiel nodded then took a step forward. “It is time. It is time we end the Redeemers and save all universes from them.”

            Inside the abandoned building they stood in, Ozasiel turned around. As he exited the building, Zotaruukreh stayed behind for a moment.

            “By the Creator, let this course be the right one.”

            With those last words, Zotaruukreh clenched his fists then ran off after Ozasiel; preparing to join their comrades in battle against their target; Seraph Summers.

-----

4.

            Riley Raymond was sprinting down an alleyway. The sweat beading down his face as he zigged and zagged through a group of alleys. Riley was running. He was running. Running from two people.
            Riley stopped for a moment, giving quick glances behind him and either way as he made it into a cross path. Riley wiped the sweat on his dark brown brow with his arm as he breathed hard.  “Ah … I … seem to have lost them.”

            Riley put his hands to his knees while catching his breathe. Yet, as he looked forward, he could see a translucent figure ahead. It was a shape of a woman. Morgana  had teleported in fully; giving Riley a dark smirk.
            “Damn! I am usually into fine ass women chasing me but for you, I’ll make an exception,” Riley stated as he was about to turn around. As Riley did, he froze at the site of Mordred behind him.
            “You are not going anywhere … Bishop,” proclaimed Mordred
            “Um … Bishop ja nai. Watashi wa Riley,” Riley introduced himself to the helmeted figures in Japanese. Morgana took her scanner on her arm and pressed some buttons.
            “Oh … you are indeed the Bishop of the Redeemers. Well … you were. Do you know about the New King?” Morgana had began her question as she walked toward Riley.
            Riley smirked nervously. “Look. I’m not this Bishop dude. I’m not an X-Man. For God’s sake, no super heroes exist in this world. No one has super powers … except for maybe you two. Obviously, you got me confused with someone you guys know back from wherever the hell you came from. So if you don’t mind …”

            Mordred punched the wall of one building as he stomped towards Riley; breaking bricks, mortar and wood as his arm broke through it like a child breaking paper. “Silence! You will be destroyed. We shall kill you and the King and the Redeemers shall never come.” 
            Riley turned to his left but trips over a trash can in the alleyway. As Riley struck the hard tarmack, his face gazes upon the remains of a now dead pitbull; who looked as if it was shot and beaten to death. “Ah fuck!”
            Morgana and Mordred meet up in the corner of the intersecting alleys. Morgana presses a button on her scanner and her helmet disappears; showing the features of Morgana fully. Her eyes were shining purple with gold eye liner. Her ears per pointy at the end with multiple piercings. Her nose was pierced with a simple sapphire while her lips full. And her hair .. her hair was blond with purple streaks. Her eyes locked at Riley.
            “Your death shall come now … but not with out us sucking your power away.” Morgana began to point at Riley when he did the unthinkable.
            Riley touched the dead, pitbull carcass. After doing so … the carcass comes to life and attacks Morgana. It’s jaws  clenched down on Morgana’s left arm and tearing away from her suit. Morgana screamed, “Mordred !”

            Yet, before Mordred could get his hands on the dog, the reanimated pit bull began to bite into his shoulder.
            Riley took this chase to start running down the alley he fell on. The pit bulls green glowing eyes shining as he continued to bite down on Mordred’s shoulder. Morgana lifted her right hand and tapped the dog. Within seconds, the dead pit bull fell back down to the ground. As it hit the tarmack, the pit bull turned into nothing but ash.
            Riley ran out of the alley and bumped into a figure. This figure was a female. Her skin was blue. Her red, fiery hair was a nice contrast to her skin. On her arms were glowing, yellow tattoos. On her face was a long gold stripe down her right eye. She wore red armor with silver accents. With a smooth movement, she brought Riley behind her.
            The Tencyhi’ Siber warrior took out a hilt that has no blade. She stated, “Invoke the Divinity’s Fire!”
            Suddenly, the hilt that the female Tencyhi’ Siber had grew a blade made of white hot fire and gold light. Morgana and Mordred came out of the alley, gazing at the being; Morgana’s helmet was back on.
            Mordred barked, “Out of the way, lass. We’ve come for the Death Godling.”
            Riley whisper aloud behind the Tencyhi’ Siber warrior, “Death Godling? What the hell?”

            Morgana added, “What manner of being are you? Not human, obviously.”

            The Tencyhi’ Siber warrior woman took her sword and pointed at the two. “I am a Tencyhi’ Siber from the Citadel World. You are trying to kill one of the proclaimed saviors . ..  A Redeemer. That will not happen.”

            Morgana  and Mordred began to move apart, flanking Tencyhi’ Siber. “You know what we are doing,” Morgana started, “Which makes you dangerous. We’ll have to kill you too then.”

            “What is it with you folks and wanting to kill people?!” exclaimed Riley, popping his head up from behind his protector.
            “The Bishop asked you a question. I am curious to the answer as well,” the Tencyhi’ Siber demanded.
            Mordred chuckled then smacked his fist against the ground, creating several tremors at Riley and The Tencyhi’ Siber warrior. She quickly grabbed Riley and then opened her wings … which seem to be made of red and gold light. The four wings carried her and Riley off the ground; then the Tencyhi’ Siber warrior swiped up her sword, releasing several volleys of energy at the duo. Morgana and Mordred where thrown back. She then quickly flew away from the battle. Within minutes, the two had flown to the other side of the city where the Tencyhi’ Siber landed with Riley.
            Riley went to his knees and kissed the ground. “Oh thank you God. I will never doubt you again.”

            “God is certainly always watching you Mr. Riley,” the blue-skinned, angelic warrior woman stated.

            Riley winced a second. “Not that he wasn’t watching me before. But does that include when I’m in the bathroom?”

            The Tencyhi’ Siber gazed at Riley oddly, not understanding his comment.
            “It was a joke … mostly. I got a lot of questions but most importantly … What the hell is going on? Who the hell are you? What the hell are you?”

            The Tencyhi’ Siber gazed at Riley as she made the blade from her sword disappear and sheathed her hilt. She took some of her red hair and pushed it away from her eye. “ What is going on is that you are one of the chosen Redeemers; of the many beings prophesied to bring about change. I am known as Puriel, a Tencyhi’ Siber of  the Citadel World and the War Clan of the Divine.”

            Riley mused at her answer. “Okay … Puriel. Still doesn’t answer what a Redeemer really is and what’s that got to do with me? And why, all of the sudden, can I bring dead animals to life!”

            “You are the Redeemer known to be The Bishop. You will help the King and bring peace to the existence. As was foretold.”

            Riley folded his arms and cocked up an eyebrow. “Foretold by who? Miss  Cleo?”

            “By the ancient texts from my people, Bishop.”

            With a sigh, Riley replied, “Riley. Call me Riley. And give me more background on the Redeemers, this King and what I got to do with it.”
            “I do not know everything. The King is the one who will be able to show us the way,” Puriel answered, looking around.

            “The King huh? And who is this King?,” Riley asked as Puriel froze for a minute. 

            Puriel looked to him. “I am afraid you will find out sooner rather than later. We must go.” 

            “Go where?”

            “To the King, Bishop. To the King before it is too late.”


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