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Snippison and Brainikin’s Excellent Adventure: Chapter One – A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story

Snippison and Brainikin’s Excellent Adventure: Chapter One 

A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story

[RECAP READING:  The Adventures of Tee Bone Man Chapter 21:  Fate of the Brainiac]

“Come on, Padawan!  The day isn’t won yet!  We don’t rest until every last droid is deactivated!” shouted the Jedi master to his apprentice, as they staggered over boulders and bodies on some battlefield on some planet in a galaxy really far from here.

The apprentice hosltered his laser-boomerang and sighed.

“Master, there are hardly any left!  The only ones remaining are service droids and the odd training remote!”  The apprentice, though younger, sported a luscious moustache of a man twice his age.

“Don’t get snippy with me, Snippison!” commanded the Jedi master.  “The Force tells me there are threats here we have not yet seen.  Can’t you feel it too?”

The apprentice closed his eyes and breathed deep.  He felt the calm and peace of the light side wash over him, even on this battlefield.  “No, master Brainikin.  I can’t.  Are you sure your senses aren’t…distracted?”

The Jedi master laughed.  “Me?  Distracted?  You must be referring to that spot of trouble we found on Cato Nemoidia.  Well as you recall, Snippison…”

“Brainikin!  DROP!” shouted the apprentice suddenly.  He leaped into the air, his laser-boomerang suddenly alight.  Within a second, he had decapitated two probe droids that had snuck up between the rocks.  His master sensed the danger, but not the distance.  He was distracted indeed!

Fortunately, Jedi padawan Snippison was a more-than-capable apprentice.  He swiftly perched himself upon a large boulder, crouched down and reached out with the Force sensing…sensing…

From above, suddenly a Vulture Droid swooped, cannons blazing, far faster than Snippison could throw his boomerang.  He leaped.  With utter precision, just as the Vulture droid was about to take him, he was airborne!  He landed upon the droid’s back, decapitating it with his now-ignited laser boomerang.  The droid bleeped something that you might mistake for pain, but was actually circuits burning out, one after another.  The droid careened down, and Snippison jumped to safety, only mussing his otherwise perfectly kept hair ever so slightly.

“Well done, padawan,” exclaimed Brainikin.  “I feel the battleground is safe for now.”

“That’s three,” answered Snippison as he brushed the dust off his armour.

Unlike the majority of the Jedi order, Snippison wore almost full clone armour into battle. The Jedi council had initially heavily disapproved (especially when Snippison added a series of his own blue identifying marks to it) but had relented, due to the nature of his weapon of choice. Using the laser-boomerang often left him exposed to blaster fire without a reliable way to deflect the shots.

He summoned a hairbrush from a hidden pouch and began grooming his mane.  It was intended as a bit of a boastful gesture, but Snippison also knew the importance of hair care.

Brainkin looked down at the ground, and admitted for the first time, he was indeed distracted.

“What is it, master?” asked the apprentice.  “Is it your secret marriage to Princess Jennidala?  I know that attachment is forbidden.”

Brainikin sat upon a boulder.  “No, my friend, though your perceptions are sharp.  I am indeed stymied by my inability to find the perfect anniversary gift.  What do you get a princess who has the greatest husband?” he shrugged.  “But no, my friend.  Sit.  Talk with me.  I am haunted by something far worse than an empty gift box.”

Snippison saw that Master Brainikin was gravely serious.  He chose a boulder across from his, and sat, leaning forward in attentive listening position.  “Tell me,” he encouraged.

“I’ve been having dreams.  Nightmares,” confessed the Master.

He stopped to collect his thoughts.  There was a lot of information here he was going to have to unpack.

“I think…I think I have witnessed my own murder…but not my own.  This is hard to explain, but did your theory instructors ever mention the Multiverse?”

The padawan cast his mind back.  “Once or twice.  The theory that the galaxy we live in is but one in an infinite universe, and that universe is but one in an equally infinite multiverse.  It never made much sense to me.  I was more interested in practical learning.”

The master smiled.  “I know you are, young one.  But hear me out.  What if it were true?  What if this was one universe among countless?  That means there must be an infinite number of you, and me.  Similar, different, a multitude.”

“I don’t know where you are going with this, master,” said the padawan, trying to keep the old Jedi on topic.  “You were speaking of dreams.”

“Yes, yes,” answered the master hastily.  “I was about to get there.  I sought the advice of some of the oldest masters.  Unfortunately Master Snowda was offworld, fighting in the Clone War.  The only master available to ask was Master Maximus Aximus, and he’s…well, he’s Max the Aximus, isn’t he?  A little on the eccentric side.  But what he told me was this.”  The master took a deep breath.  “When we dream at night, we are dreaming of our other selves in another universe, and what I witnessed was my death…at the hands of another you.”

The padawan took a moment to absorb this.  Then he smiled.  Then he laughed!  “Master, you’re pulling my leg!”

Brainkin frowned.  Then he looked angry.  “No!  Snippison!  Listen to me!”

The padawan turned stonefaced.  He wasn’t joking at all.  He said nothing and listened.

“It was you…but not you.  You had the same hair…but no moustache.  Smooth as a…well, you know the saying.  You wielded a boomerang made not of light but of some kind of metal.  I had my lightsaber, but I could not feel the Force.  I was not a Jedi.  Neither were you.  Yet we were the same people.  The world seemed familiar yet different in the details…and you and I were enemies.  You were taunting me, and though I do not understand the meaning of your words, you provoked an emotional response and struck the killing blow.  Master Snowda was there by my side as I died, but he was not Master Snowda.  He was just a man.  And there were others.  It was as clear as a scene from a holo film.  You killed me, Snippison.  Not you, and not me…but still us.  And that scene has lived with me every night for a month.  I have hidden this from you, and I am sorry.  I should have trusted you sooner.”

The younger man took his time absorbing this information.  He did not doubt his master’s beliefs, only the significance.

“Master, I believe you,” he began.  Start with the good news, he thought.  “And I see how traumatic that vision must have been.  You have always been by side, and so here I am, by your side.”  He stood and stepped next to the older Jedi as if to illustrate his sincerity.  “But, you must move beyond these visions.  Master Snowda would tell you to keep your mind on the here and now.  The Force is mysterious and we know not what it tries to tell us, especially in these dark times.  It could have been a Sith vision, as they know you are a key General in this war.  Incapacitating you would be a major goal achieved for them.  We cannot discount the power of the Sith to do this, nor the…the…”  The apprentice took a moment to find the nicest words he could use.  “We cannot take the testimony of Master Aximus as if it came from the sacred Jedi texts.”

Master Brainikin smiled.  “I knew you would say that,” he laughed.  “And I know that is not the strongest part of my story here.  My point is not whether or not you believe in Multiverse theory or not.  My point is the very reality of the vision has shaken me to my core.  Whether it not it was real, it felt so much so, that I can feel the blade of your boomerang even now.”

The younger Jedi thought for some moments.  Finally he simply said the words that needed to be said.  “I understand, my friend.”

The older man stood.  “Let’s get out of here.  We have shore leave coming, and you know I’m spending mine with Jennidala.”

“As you should!” encouraged Snippison, as he summoned a Republic transport with a “mission accomplished” signal.  “And what are you going to get her?” he prodded.

“And now I’m distracted again!  I better check her Amazon.rpb wishlist.  Thanks, padawan.”

“My pleasure!” smiled the younger Jedi, as something caught his eye.  “Our transport is here,” he pointed, as a Republic Gunship’s distinctive outline could be seen coming over the mountains.

“That was fast,” said Brainikin has he checked his pockets to make sure he had all his equipment.  He placed some goggles over his eyes as those Gunships were known to kick up dust, and this planet only seemed to have two things:  boulders, and dust.

“Least they could do is pick us up fast, after making us wait three days for pickup during the liberation of Mon Cal,” ribbed the padawan.

“Mon Cal food!” gagged the master.

The young one smiled to himself.  He knew Brainikin so well.  Having triggered the memories of getting food poisoning from three days of Mon Cal diet, Master Brainikin will be more focused on his upset stomach the whole flight home.  Too much discomfort to worry about inconsequential nightmares, or yet another anniversary gift.

The Gunship landed, kicking up as much dust as predicted.  The side doors were already open.  The two Jedi boarded the craft, took their seats and buckled in.

“I’m a good padawan,” he said to himself under the sound of the engines’ roar.

Master Brainikin puked over the side of the open hatch while Snippison put on some headphones and smiled.

“Mission accomplished!” He shouted to his barfing partner, who responded with a thumbs up.

“This’ll be a fun flight home,” giggled Snippison.

The end.


 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

 

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

 

The Adventures of Tee Bone Man: Fate of the Brainiac

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN
PHASE TWO: THE MULTIVERSE SAGA


Chapter Twenty-One: Fate of the Brainiac


Recap reading!  Refresh your memory with Chapter Twenty: The Death of Edie Van Heelin’,  Shinzon: Dread and the Fugitive MindChapter Eighteen: Shinzon Origins, and Chapter Twelve:  Lost In Space.

A fatigued and dejected Superdekes and Tee Bone Man worked tirelessly, around the clock.  Their duties had multiplied.  Now they were attempting to organize a team of heroes called the Northern Lights, to defend the Earth from a yet-unidentified threat.  Some players had shown their cards, but it was still a mystery what was coming.  All they knew was, they had better get ready.   They had already suffered their first major loss.  The Northern Lights, ink still barely dry on the membership roster, was down a founding member.   The superhero from California, Edie Van Heelin’, had fallen.

“Any luck analyzing the data from the Battle of California?” asked an exhausted Tee Bone Man.

Deke, frustrated, was seated at his computer.  He whipped his head around and snapped back.  “No!  Don’t you think I would have told you if I had any news?”  Then he paused and wiped his brow.  His face softened.  “I’m sorry man…I guess the strain is getting to all of us.”

Tee Bone nodded in understanding.  “Definitely.  And I’m worried about the Brainiac.  Have you seen him today?”

Deke’s eyes looked up.  “No.  He’s been staying upstairs in Ripper’s room, but I haven’t actually seen him in a couple days.”

“I’ll go check on him,” responded Tee Bone Man, sprinting up the stairs to the top level of Deke’s Palace.

Tee Bone leaped to the top staircase in a single bound.  Down the hall was a door with a crudely written sign taped to it:  “Do not disturb.”  Tee Bone sighed, and knocked.

No answer.  He knocked again.  Then the door opened, revealing not the Brainiac, but his roomate:  the little black squirrel named Ripper.

“Squee squee?” answered Ripper.  Unfortunately, Tee Bone Man did not speak squirrel, and the only person who could, was gone.

“I’m here to check on Brainiac,” answered Tee, hoping the squirrel would understand.  Ripper responded by gesturing with a paw to a shape on the couch inside.  The room was completely darkened.  On the couch was a unidentifiable mound of blankets.  On the table in front were dozens of discarded tissues.  Tee Bone steeled himself and put on a happy face.

“Hey Brainiac!” he cheered inside.  “Just checking on you…Deke and I are going to have a barbecue outside this afternoon.  Have you eaten?”

There was no sound.  The mound on the couch didn’t answer.

Tee Bone strode over to the couch, turned on a light, and removed a blanket.  Underneath was a disheveled, unshaved and despondent shell of a man.  He looked up at Tee Bone, dark circles under his eyes.  “I’m not hungry,” answered the broken Brainiac.

Tee Bone sat.  “Mike…” he began, using the Brainiac’s real name.  “You can’t keep beating yourself over this.  What happened was not your fault.  But she’s gone now.  She wouldn’t want to see you like this.  She would be heartbroken to see you hiding here in this filth.”

Brainiac seemed to come alive at his last words.  “Hiding?  You think I’m hiding in here?”

Tee Bone tried to relax his friend.  “Sorry…poor choice of words.  But you need to come out.  Eat some food.  Get some sun.  Nobody’s asking you to return to active duty.  We just want our friend to be OK.”

Mike felt the warmth in his friends words, but they did not soothe his pain.

“I just wanted my friend to be OK too, Tee.  And look where that got me.  And her.”

Tee Bone took a deep breath.  “Mike…what happened was tragic…but there was nothing you could have done to save her.  I understand what she meant to you…but you are not responsible.  Someone else did it.  Deke is downstairs right now, analysing all the data we collected about that force field that they erected around her Shoe Shed.  We’re not giving up on this.  Come and have some food.”

Mike lashed out with unexpected fury.  “I know who was responsible!  It’s obvious!  But he’s disappeared…I guarantee we’ll never hear from that pathetic scum again.  I never trusted him.  Ever.”

The weight of these words hit Tee Bone hard.  He’d never heard the Brainiac filled with such anger, such hate, such vitriol.  He reasoned out that he was referring to the husband of Edie Van Heelin’, who disappeared off the face of the Earth shortly before the Battle of California began.

“But why?” asked Tee Bone gently.  “What did he have to gain?”

Brainiac snickered.  “Money.”

Not knowing the situation as well as Brainiac, Tee Bone assumed he was right.  “We’ll see if we can follow the money, and find out who put him up to it.  I promise.  We’re not going to give up.  But you have to pull yourself out of this funk!”

Mike took a deep breath.  “I know…I know I do.  This grieving process isn’t as linear as you think.  I go from blaming myself, to blaming everyone else, to…to just wanting to talk to her.  The superhero stuff was fun…but I’d give everything up just to have one more laugh with her.  She…she was different, Tee Bone.  She was full of light, but also terribly naive.  I don’t think she understood the level of evil that we are up against, and the evil in her own back yard.  That’s what really killed her…her inability to see something was terribly wrong in front of her.  And I never said anything, despite the red flags and misgivings.”

“Would she have listened to you, had you warned her?” asked Tee Bone.

Mike thought.  He shook his head.  “No.”

Tee Bone reassured him.  “Then it was Kobayashi Maru.  A no-win scenario.”

A tear fell down Brainiac’s cheek.  He made some movements in an attempt to get off the couch.  His stiff back creaked and his knees snapped, but he managed to get up.  “The best revenge is to win.  And we’re not going to lose,” he said with determination.  “Let’s go downstairs and see what Deke has found.”

“Stretch first,” advised Tee Bone.

Brainiac chuckled.  “Tee Bone wise.  I’ve made that mistake before.  I’m not getting any younger, man!”  He stretched from side to side, cracking every spot that could.  Tee Bone winced at the sound of it, but waited patiently.  Then, with renewed energy, Mike bounded down the steps with Tee Bone barely able to keep up!  They were trailed by the little black squirrel, who seemed relieved that his roommate had finally gotten off the couch.

“Hey Deke!” he said as he walked into the main room at the Palace.  “What have you got for me?”

Deke looked over his glasses and smiled.  “Hey Brainiac!  Unfortunately I don’t have anything yet, but I’m working on it, I promise.”

Mike grinned.  “Have you tried following the money yet?”

Deke was unsure what he meant by that.  “What money?”

Leaning over to look at Deke’s screens, Mike explained.  “I have a theory.  Edie’s death was obviously an inside job.  Someone had to have access to her Shoe Shed, to put all that technology into place, to keep her trapped inside.  Someone who knew she didn’t have her rocket boots with her.  You read me?”

Somberly, Deke nodded.  “I think so.  Inside job…someone close…so you’re looking for a big money transaction.”  Brainiac nodded affirmative.  “I’ll run some searches.  Let’s give the computer a couple hours to go through all the parameters.  Are you coming outside for some barbecue?”

“I haven’t actually eaten in two days,” confessed Mike.  “So that would be a yes.”


Brainiac was happily wiping barbecue sauce from his beard when suddenly Deke erupted in excitement.

“Mike…you were right!  Follow the money!” He was gesturing to his phone.  “My computer has finished scanning unusual transactions into California…and look what we found!  A whole chain of money transfers!”  He handed the device to his friend.  Mike took it, removed his glasses, and began to read.

“Wow…that’s a lot money.  Bitcoin, eh?  It must have taken a lot of computing power to hack this data, Deke.  Thank you,” he said with sincerity.  Continuing reading, he was not surprised to find his old nemesis Tommy Lee was involved with the dirty money.  “That figures,” he said.  Then his eyes squinted.  “But it looks like the actual origin point of this money was…no!  It can’t be!”

“What?  What is it?” asked Deke.  “What are you seeing?”

Mike squinted to look at the addresses again.  He definitely recognized one of them in North Carolina.

“Guys,” he broke to them.  “It’s either a setup, or your friend the Snowman was responsible for this.  Look.”

He handed the phone back to Deke, who took an even closer look.  “Well…that’s definitely the Snowman’s location.  I just can’t see him being involved with this.  We better go check it out, just in case he’s in trouble.”  Deke tucked the phone into his pocket.  Then he smiled at Mike.  “Hey Brainiac…what if I told you that we had an actual X-Wing Fighter and TIE Interceptor that we could fly to North Carolina?”

Brainiac looked stunned a moment.  Then he laughed.  “You’re funny!  Good joke.  I know you’re trying to cheer me up, but that’s not gonna do it!”


“WOOOOOO!” screamed the Brainiac from the seat of a TIE Interceptor.  “I can’t believe you actually have these things!  And that they actually fly!  Do the lasers work too?”

Before anyone could answer, the Brainiac blasted a barn below, which blew into wooden smithereens.

“Whoops!  I guess the lasers do work!”

“Careful there, Big Brain!” cautioned Tee Bone, who was flying in formation in front of the Interceptor and X-Wing.  He was equipped with his black stealth guitar, cape fluttering in the wind.  Deke, meanwhile, was behind the stick of the X-Wing.

The trio were en route to visit the Snowman at his compound, where he stored his copy of Gene Simmons’ Super Duper Vault.  Never one for financial discipline, he bought the box set, and then had to buy a second house to store it.  Snowman was loaded, it was true, but this conspiracy didn’t seem like his style.  He would be just as likely to buy something stupid with the money, rather than pass it on to Van Heelin’s killer.

The two sleek spacecraft, and one guitar-wielding superhero, were sparing no time.  At top speed, they had crossed the US border and were well on their way to east coast.  Deke had rigged up some stealth equipment to ensure they didn’t appear on any radar.  The time flew by faster than a Van Halen album.

Tee Bone alerted his friends, “Snowman’s estate is dead ahead!  No army of snowmen visible at this distance.”  The three circled in for a landing.

“OK guys…how the heck do you land this thing?” asked the Brainiac as they made their final approach.

“It’s all automatic!” answered Deke.  “Center switch!”

As the spacecraft came to a landing, a debonair looking man with white hair and beard emerged from the largest house on the compound.  The man shaded his eyes from the hot sun, and watched.  He knew who this had to be!

“Superdekes!  Tee Bone Man!” screamed the Snowman.  “To what do I owe the pleasure this time?”

Tee Bone Man landed and extended his hand to shake.  “It’s a mystery, Snowman!”  Deke and Brainiac emerged from their ships and walked over to shake hands with the Snowman as Tee Bone continued.  “Deke was doing some digging regarding the recent death of our ally, Edie Van Heelin’.  I’ll let the Brainiac take it from there.”

Snowman motioned for the friends to sit.  There was a picnic table and some bluetooth speakers blaring Kiss.  “Have a seat boys, you like Kiss, I know.”

“We love it loud!” answered Superdekes as he took a seat.

“Sweet tea?” offered the Snowman as a servant appeared with a pitcher and four glasses.  The servant was, of course, wearing Kiss makeup.  Snowman’s guests did double-takes, but didn’t question the eccentric American.  “So you say you’re here regarding Edie Van Heelin’?”

“That’s right,” picked up the Brainiac.  “First of all, let me just make one thing clear — we don’t suspect your involvement at all, that is not why we’re here.  We suspect someone was trying to frame you.  Her death was an inside job, Snowman.  Someone with access to her Shoe Shed and belongings set up a force field, and scrambled her ability to talk to animals.  We think we know who did it, but what we don’t know yet was who paid him off.  That’s who we’re really looking for.  Someone made a big payment…and when Deke traced the money transfers, one of the transactions appeared to come straight through you.”

Snowman’s face went even whiter with shock.  “Impossible!  I had nothing to do with it!”

Tee Bone reassured him.  “We know, we know.  But we had to come down here to see if you knew anything, and warn you that someone big is after all of us.”

Deke emphasized this.  “All of us.  And they managed to take Van Heelin’ down.  She was the only superhero tough enough to take on Tee Bone Man, so you know this is serious, Snowman.”

“Well I’ll be,” he answered.  “This is serious.”

Brainiac huffed.  “You’re damn right it is, and I’m getting tired of talking.  I told you guys how serious this was, and nobody listened.  Let’s act this time.  Are you with us, Snowman?  There’s no time like the present for revenge.”

Tee Bone tried to calm him down.  “Easy, Brainiac.  We’re just here to collect facts.  There won’t be any revenge today.”  Brainiac grumbled something and looked down at his sweet tea.

“Someone’s going to have to pay,” he muttered under his breath.

Deke tried to bring the conversation back to the point.  “Snowman, do you know anyone who would want to frame you for this death?”

Snowman thought a moment, and placed a hand on his bushy beard.  “Well…there are people.  Vinnie Vincent’s not too happy with me at the moment, after I bought his pink Flying V and then he refused to hand it over.  I had my Snowman army sneak in and take it!  So, I’m definitely on his list.”

Tee Bone shook his head.  “No way this is Vinnie Vincent.  He couldn’t organise an album release, let alone a murder.  Anyone else?”

Snowman shook his head no.  “I’m an easy going guy.”

“It’s a damn dead end!” shouted Brainiac, standing.  “I knew this was a waste of time.”

“Easy, Brainiac, we are serious,” cautioned Deke.

“We’re not giving up,” added Tee Bone.

“Neither have I!” insisted Brainiac.  “I’m going for a walk.  I need to blow off some steam.  I’m so frustrated.”

With that, the Brainiac stormed off, heading for some nearby trees.  “I walk alone!” he shouted back at his speechless friends.

Snowman was first to break the awkward silence, as Tee Bone played with the rim of his glass.  “What’s eating him?  One minute we’re having a nice afternoon of drinking sweet tea and listening to Kiss, and now he’s storming off into the woods.”

“Don’t mind the Brainiac,” answered Tee.  “He’s dealing with a lot of guilt.  He blames himself for the death of Edie Van Heelin’.  He’s going to have to work this out on his own.”

The three looked towards the forest.  Brainiac was already concealed by the trees.  Nobody said the words, but all of them were worried.


Alone in the woods, Brainiac sat next to a large oak and began sobbing.

“Why didn’t I see it?  Why didn’t I do anything?  Why didn’t I say anything?” he muttered.  He knew in his head that there were no words he could have spoken that Edie would have heeded.  But what his heart was telling him was another matter.

He didn’t know how long he was sitting beneath that giant oak, nor did he see the shadows looming around him as he wept.

Then a voice, Australian in accent, spoke just before him.

“Hello, Brainiac.  We meet again at last!  When I left you, I was but a Lego learner.  Now, I am the Lego master!”

Brainiac raised his head.  Before him, a clean-shaven Australian man with long silky hair stood, flanked by four androids, two per side.  He sat in utter shock.

“You!!  Shinzon!” exclaimed the Brainiac as he leaped to his feet.  “You’re the one behind this!”

“Actually, no, I’m not.  Though I certainly would have liked to send Edie Van Heelin’ to her early grave, someone else got to her first.  She would have been a mere appetiser.  You, Brainiac, are the main course.”  Shinzon smiled.  “Brainiac, my old friend, have you ever heard the Klingon proverb that says revenge is a dish best served cold?”

Brainiac smiled.  “I have,” he grinned wickedly.  “And I’m very hungry!”  He pulled a green lightsaber from his belt.  He waved it menacingly before Shinzon and the androids.  They all took a few steps back, while Shinzon revealed his new boomerang.  “This isn’t my first duel, you know,” he said.    “I just got this.  It’s made of Vibranium.  Not even your lightsaber can cut through it.”

Brainiac smiled again.  “Let’s find out!”  He leaped forward, removing some of Shinzon’s hair with his blade.

Shinzon shouted orders to his androids.  “Units 1, 2, 3, and 4!  Distract Tee Bone and Superdekes!  The Fanboy is all mine!”


Snowman, Tee Bone and Superdekes all stood from their table, at attention.  From the trees, four silver gleaming androids were inbound.  They were not slowing down.  The three heroes prepared for action.

“Heads up!” shouted Deke, as Tee Bone took to the air.  “Snowman, you have any more defenses around this place?”

“Yeah!” screamed the Snowman.  “I bought 400 squirt guns!”

“Oh, fudge,” responded Deke.  Reaching into his backpack, he wielded his infamous balls of steel on a chain.  “I guess it’s clobbering time!”

“What do I do?” asked the Snowman, armed only with a water gun.

“Short circuit them!” cried Superdekes as he charged into action.

From above, Tee Bone began striking at the androids, who were slowed down from his sonic blasts, but were not stopped!  They kept marching forward, step by step, inexorably, unimpeded by the attack.  Tee Bone then swooped down, and picked up one of the androids, tossing him through the air.  When it landed, it simply got up and started marching forward again.

“These guys are tough!” said Tee Bone.  “Superdekes, what you got?”

“Just my balls of steel!” answered Deke, as he swung the chain at the head of one of the shiny humanoids.  It removed the head cleanly!  “One down!  Three to go!” cheered Deke.

Snowman, meanwhile, was squirting all the water he had, but the gun would only fire two or three feet!  “Guys!” he screamed.  “These squirt guns are crap!  They have no range!”

“You’re no good back there Snowman, go find the Brainiac!  Make sure he’s safe!” commanded Tee Bone Man from the air.  Then, after a pause, “Why the hell did you buy 400 crappy squirtguns anyway?”

“They were on sale!” answered Snowman, as he ran to the trees.


Lightsaber in hand, the Brainiac circled the Australian clone known as Shinzon.

“Tell me who arranged Edie’s murder!” screamed the Brainiac.  “I know you know!”  He slashed with the blade, barely missing the clone.

Shinzon laughed.  “It would be a pity if I killed you,” he proclaimed.  “Leaving you alive, in pain, would be much more deserved.”  He fired his boomerang, missing its target by an inch as the Brainiac managed to duck just in time.

“I’ll show you pain!” screamed Brainiac again, as he lifted his lightsaber with both hands and swung down.

“Swing and a miss!” laughed the Australian.  The blade swung down again, but the clone blocked it with his Vibranium boomerang.  He strained under the force, as Brainiac pushed down hard.  “Come on Fanboy!  You can do better than that!”

Brainiac’s eyes were red with fury.  “You don’t get to call me that!  Only SHE could call me that!”  He swung furiously, aimlessly, missing every time.

Shinzon laughed again, mocking his pain.  “Did you bury her with her rocket boots?” he asked.  “Or did you keep those heels for yourself, Fanboy?”

Brainiac screamed some more, moving forward, forcing Shinzon back into the trees.  “Say that again!  Call me Fanboy one more time.  I dare you!”

Unable to resist, Shinzon took the bait.  “Why, so you can cry some more?”  Then he paused a moment for emphasis.  “…Fanboy.”

With uncontainable fury, Fanboy struck!  His blade cut clean, severing Shinzon’s left hand!  The Australian clone howled in pain, cradling the stump of his wrist.

Brainiac stood before him, gloating.  “How does it feel Shinzon?  How does it feel to lose something important to you?”  The clone did not respond, but simply whined in pain.  Brainiac relished every moment.  “Now tell me…who killed Edie?  I know you know.  If you tell me now, you won’t have to lose any more body parts.”

Shinzon refused to surrender.  “Who killed her?  You did, Fanboy!  You did!”

With an uncontrollable scream, Fanboy lifted his lightsaber in the air with both hands, ready to strike the killing blow.  “Time to die, clone!”  He swung the blade down…

…And was met with the sharp end of a Vibranium boomerang embedded in his chest.  In his mad rage, he could not see that Shinzon was still armed, with the deadly boomerang in his right hand.  Shinzon grinned wide as he shoved it deep.

“Time to die indeed!” he cried in victory, as the Fanboy collapsed on the ground.

Barely able to speak, Brainiac sputtered blood from his mouth.  “…Edie…”  It was all he was able to mutter.

“Aww, Edie!” laughed Shinzon.  “That meddling woman won’t be bothering us again…and neither will you!”  He pulled the boomerang from Fanboy’s chest, who cried in pain at the sudden shock.  “At last!  I’ve had my revenge.  You have no idea what you did to me, Fanboy, you and your friend.  And now you’re both finished.  Poetic, really.”

“…Edie…you…killed…” whispered Mike as he lay bleeding on the ground.

Shinzon laughed some more.  “Me?”  He pointed towards himself mockingly and made an innocent face.  “Not me.  I was offworld.  I had nothing to do with it.  It was my former master, Lord Tyranus, who ordered her death.  With you gone, maybe now I will be back in his good graces.”

Mike sputtered up some blood, hanging onto life as long as he could.  “…Tyranus…” he whispered.

Shinzon picked up the Brainiac’s lightsaber and tucked it into his belt.  “Goodbye, Fanboy.  Forever!  Revenge is indeed sweet!”  He laughed and ran, leaving the bodies of his androids behind.


“Three down!” shouted Tee Bone Man from the air as he took down the third of the four androids attacking them.  “You got the last one, Deke?”

“Roger that!” affirmed Deke, as he removed the head from another android with his balls of steel.  “That’s four!”  Now where did Snowman and Brainiac go?”

“We’d better go find ’em!” answered Tee.

Suddenly, the pair saw a starship lift off from the woods.

“That ain’t good,” said Deke grimly.

The ship, now airborne, blasted into the atmosphere, far too fast for the heroes to chase. “Don’t worry about the ship!” said Tee Bone.  “Find Snowman and the Brainiac!”  They ran into the woods, where they caught sight of the Snowman, kneeling over a body.

“Stay with me Mike!” they could hear him shout.  “Stay with me!”

“Oh, no…” said Tee Bone as they circled the fallen man.

Snowman looked up at them, desperation in his face.  “I found him like this!  I don’t know what to do!  I called 911.”  Snowman had used his overshirt to pack the wound, but Mike was bleeding out fast.

“Mike…hang in there buddy.  Help is on the way,” said Tee Bone.

Suddenly Mike opened his eyes and cried “Jen!!  Tell Jen…tell her…tell her what happened…that I tried!…Edie…”  The three friends tried to keep him stable.

“It’s OK buddy…it’s OK…” whispered Deke as Mike appeared delirious.  “You’ll be seeing Jen soon, you can tell her yourself.”

“Tell Jen…she needs to carry on my work…only she can do it…You guys have to help her.”  He gasped for breath.  “I can see Edie…she’s just on the other side…through the light…she’s calling me…” choked Mike.

“Hang in there buddy!” prayed Snowman.  “Stay out of the light!”

Mike coughed up blood.  He turned and looked right into Tee Bone’s eyes.  “Listen to me…It wasn’t…it wasn’t…it wasn’t Shinzon…”  The blood splattered down his lips.  “I’m coming Edie,” he whispered.  “I’ll be there soon…”

“You’re not going anywhere man!” said Tee Bone directly into his face.  “You can hear me, I know you can…this is Tee Bone…we’re getting help…”

Mike looked straight into his eyes.  “The killer…was named Tyranus…”  He coughed up more blood.  “Lord…Tyranus…”  His  head fell.  “Edie…Hi…I missed you…”

With that, just as the ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance, the Brainiac took his final breath.


A somber Snowman served sweet tea to his two remaining guests, Superdekes and Tee Bone Man, as they sat at his kitchen table, unable to shake the sight of what had just happened.

“I can’t believe he’s gone,” said Tee Bone.  “He was…well, he was unique, that is for sure.”

“Nobody loved Kiss more than the Brainiac,” answered Snowman.  “Not even me.  And I’m insane.”

Deke laughed.  “That’s right!  He even liked Peter’s solo album!”

“I would have liked to play it for him at Camp this summer,” smiled Tee Bone.  A tear formed in his eye.  “Seems surreal to be sitting here now, without him.  What happened?”

Deke answered, “It was that Shinzon character.  The clone.”

“He also mentioned someone named Lord Tyranus,” said Tee Bone in response.  “That’s the biggest clue we’ve had so far.”

“Good info.  At least he didn’t die for nothing,” said Deke.  At that exact moment, his phone beeped.  “Woah-ho!  Would you look at that.”  He handed his phone to the Snowman.

“Why, this doesn’t make any sense!” he said as he looked at the data.

“It actually does!” said Deke.  The money we were tracking…this was a distraction, embedded into the blockchain!  Probably another setup.  But I figured out where the money really originated.  Look.”

“I see it…but I don’t believe it!” said Snowman.  “Mar-A-Lago?”

“Mar-A-Lago, Florida,” said a satisfied Deke.

“Trump…” all three said simultaneously.  Then Deke and Tee Bone noticed Snowman swallowing hard.

“You OK Snowman?  You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Snowman smiled.  “Oh yeah!  No, I’m fine!  Yeah, I don’t know anything about Trump.  We left his clone on Mars, remember?”

“That we did,” answered Tee Bone.  “He’s safer there on Mars, and we’re better off with him there as well.”  He stood.  “Well Deke?  Time to head home.   We need to tell the other members of the Northern Lights what has happened here today.  Another defeat.  Another loss.  Another hero gone.”

The three all shook hands.  Snowman saw his friends out the door.  When it closed, he breathed a massive sigh of relief.

“Whew…those guys better not find out what I really did with Trump’s clone!”

Snowman turned on the news, and waited for the latest out of Mar-A-Lago.

The end


 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

 

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

 

 

The Adventures of Tee Bone Man: The Death of Edie Van Heelin’

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN
PHASE TWO: THE MULTIVERSE SAGA


Chapter Twenty: The Death of Edie Van Heelin’

Edie Van Heelin’ roared through the sky.  Her rocket boots firing, and hair perfectly straight regardless of the wind, she was incoming fast!

“Hey Tee Bone Man!” she shouted into her radio.  “Catch!”

Tee Bone Man and Superdekes were flying in formation with her, Edie in the lead with the other two following.

“Catch what?” asked a puzzled Tee Bone Man.

Edie threw a flask at him, which he caught handily.

“I think you’ll like this!” she explained.  “It’s Scotch-infused green tea!”

Tee Bone smiled.  “Ahh, science.  What won’t it think of next?”  Tee Bone downed some of the tea, pouring the rest into his guitar’s audio jack.  The instrument glowed with nuclear power as it absorbed the essence of Scotch.

“You guys all set?” asked Superdekes impatiently from his flying motorcycle.

“The Northern Lights are ready to rock!” answered Tee Bone.  “Let’s do this!”

Today’s mission was a rather simple one.  The Guitar Center in California had been robbed!  12 valuable Telecasters and 14 vintage Les Pauls had been stolen.  Fortunately the shop owner had the foresight to put trackers on his most valuable instruments.  Tracing them to their current location was easy as pie, especially with Deke’s technology on their side!

“Dead ahead!” pointed Deke, to a patch of rocks in the California mountains.  “A cave, I’ll bet!”

“Then let’s pay Mr. Caveman a visit.  You ready Edie?” asked Tee Bone.

“I never was much of a Flintstones fan,” she answered.  “Let’s kick some behinds!”  Tee Bone and Deke laughed.  They always found it amusing how Edie refused to swear!

The trio soared down, down, down to the mountains below, and easily spotted a large cave in the side of one tall peak.  Tee Bone and Edie landed easily on a cliff face.  Deke, on the other hand, was without a runway.

“Sorry guys,” said Deke into his radio.  “I have nowhere to land.  I’ll have to circle around up here and watch for aerial threats.”

“Keep your eyes on the sky, we got this down here!” answered Tee Bone.

Edie and Tee stood at the mouth of a large, dark cave.  Edie activated a light on her smartglasses and the pair entered, cautiously.  Before them was a door.  A solid steel door, bolted shut, with no obvious way to open it.

“That’s not suspicious at all,” joked Edie.  “I got this.  Stand back!”

Edie took several steps backwards, leaned forward, and took a deep breath.  Eyes straight ahead, she ignited her rocket boots with a whoosh!  Like a flash, she slammed into the steel door, easily knocking it off its hinges.

“Nice one!” shouted Tee.  “Deke, we’re in!” he radioed to his friend.

“Copy that!” answered Deke.  Edie, meanwhile, was fussing over something.

“Oh, shoot,” she huffed.  “I broke a nail!”

“You also broke a solid steel door, so I wouldn’t sweat the small stuff!” encouraged Tee Bone.  “Let’s go!”

Edie smiled and rushed through the door.  What she saw on the other side shocked her.  Tee Bone joined her, mouth agape.  Before them was a hockey player with a large, unusual nose, wearing a Boston Bruins jersey.  He resembled a rat.  A rat wearing the number 63.  He sat there on the cave floor, surrounded by guitars…crying.

“Brad Marchand?” asked Tee.  “Is that you?”

“Go away!” shooed the rat-like man.  “Leave me alone!”

Edie then leaned over him.  “Aww, poor thing.  Why are you crying, sweetie?”

Suddenly Marchand burst into emotion.  “I wanted to be the best at something!  I thought if I stole these guitars…I could be the best!  Better than you!  But playing guitar isn’t as easy as cheating at hockey.  I just want to go home!”

Tee Bone could not believe what he was hearing.  “You stole all these guitars…decided you couldn’t play them…and now you want to go home??” asked an incredulous Tee Bone.

Brad Marchand wiped his eyes.  “Yes, please.”

He wasn’t getting off that easy.  Edie was not impressed.  “Too bad, Brad!” (She turned to Tee Bone to make sure she got his name right.  Tee nodded in the affirmative.)  “You committed a crime, and criminals must pay!  You’re coming with us!”

Tee Bone radioed Deke.  “We have the culprit.  And you won’t believe who it is.”

Deke laughed into his radio.  “Based on that, it’s either Billy Sheehan or Brad Marchand…”

“Damn!” huffed Tee.  “Got it on your second guess!   He has surrendered — we are taking him in.”

“That was easy!” said Superdekes.  “Didn’t even break a sweat.  Day off tomorrow as we agreed, regardless?”

“Day off tomorrow,” confirmed Tee Bone.  “Nothing’s going to stop that.  You got this, Edie?”

Edie Van Heelin’ had Brad Marchand well in hand.  Igniting her rocket boots, she was ready to go.  “I’ll take him straight to the NHL headquarters, and I’ll return all these guitars.  No problem!  No day off tomorrow for me though…doing a podcast with Fanboy Mike about my new album!”

“Say hi to Brainiac for us!” said Deke.  “Let’s head home, Tee!”

With that, the heroes went their separate ways.


The next day, Tee Bone and Superdekes were in party mode.

“Hey pal!” shouted Superdekes from across the room.  “Throw on some Leppard!”

Tee Bone Man, glasses perched upon his nose, looked up.  “I’ll throw on the Leppard, you grab the Scotch!”  Tee Bone selected High ‘N’ Dry, dusted off the vinyl, and gingerly placed it upon the turntable.  With great care he dropped the needle.  Side two:  “Lady Strange”.  Deke nodded in approval.

It was a day off at Deke’s Palace.  The boys agreed to do absolutely no super-heroing on this day.  They’d been working non-stop and knew all too well the dangers of overdoing things.  Tee Bone was going to be due for another vacation at camp soon, but a day off was just what the doctor ordered.

And then the record started skipping.

“Lady Strange, Lady Strange, I want you, Lady Strange, Lady Strange, I need…need…need…need…”

Deke and Tee Bone looked at each other surreptitiously, trying to ignore it.

“Ahh, shit!” said Deke.  “Danger vibes.  On our day off.”

“Can’t we just ignore it this time?” begged Tee Bone.  “There are other superheroes, remember?  You said it yourself.  Let another member of the Northern Lights handle this one.  Maybe Snowman.  Let him take the X-Wing.”

Deke sighed.  “You’re right.  I’ll text Snowman to check it out.”  But just as he picked up the phone…it rang.

“That’s not good,” said Tee Bone with a sense of impending doom.

Deke answered.  “Deke’s Palace…Superdekes on the line…”

“Hey Deke,” came a shaking voice on the other end.  “It’s me.  Brainiac.”

“Brainiac!!  Here let me put you on speaker phone.  What’s wrong man?  You don’t sound good,” said Deke with concern.

“It’s Edie.  She’s…in trouble.  I need your help.”

Without a second’s hesitation, Tee Bone was standing and going to grab his uniform and guitar.  Deke was also standing, ready to act.

“Tell us the story man, what happened?” asked Deke.

“I need to get to Glendora, California, right away,” answered Brainiac.  “Right now.  I’ve lost all communications with her.  Cut off.  Completely black.  She’s in trouble.  We have to get there, fast.”

Deke was already in the garage.  “Perfect time to try out the DekeCopter.  I’ll be there in one hour.”

Tee Bone Man emerged fully caped and ready to fly.  “Let’s do this.”


California

Edie Van Heelin’ was helpless.  For the first time since she became a superhero, she was truly and utterly helpless.

Trapped in her Shoe Shed, locked inside like a prison.  No rocket boots.  No animals.  A dampening field had been erected around the entire area, blocking her telepathy.  She never saw it coming!  The rocket boots were in the garage for scheduled maintenance, with the rest of her weapons and gadgets.  She was completely off guard.  She only went to the Shoe Shed to work on a live stream with Fanboy Mike, when suddenly the internet was cut.  Then, a force field zapped into place, locking her inside.  If she had her rocket boots, or guitar, or even a raccoon, she could be out of here in no time.

It had been several hours.  She sat barefoot on the floor, meditating, helpless as never before, with only hope to keep her going.  Hope that Mike would get through.  Hope that help would arrive, before she ran out of oxygen.  She practiced her breathing.  Keeping it slow and steady, and fell into a deep state of calm.

“Help me Fanboy Mike…you’re my only hope…”


“I hear you, Edie,” said Mike to himself as sat alone in the passenger compartment of the DekeCopter.  His goggles fogged up as he fought back tears.  The thought of his friend, always so freewilled and good spirited…now locked in a cage… it was too much to bear.  He caught sight of Tee Bone Man, black stealth guitar in hand, flying beside them.  Tee Bone Man gave him a thumbs up through the window.

“It’s gonna be OK Brainiac,” he buzzed over the radio.  “We’re almost there.”

“Thanks buddy,” he radioed back.  “She was in the Shoe Shed when we lost contact.  That’s her last known coordinates.”

“Shoe Shed??” asked Tee Bone.

“Yeah, don’t ask,” sighed Mike.

Deke then buzzed them both from the cockpit.  “Guys…the energy readings coming from that shed are off the charts.  I’ve never seen anything like it before.  It’s going to take everything we have to get through that shield.”

Tee Bone radioed back.  “Good thing we happened to bring everything we have.  I’m going in!”  The superhero dove quickly toward the ground, and the large Shoe Shed directly ahead.  With a steely look in his eye, Tee Bone readied his guitar.  He paused a moment, tuned the “E” string a little higher, and aimed.  With a mighty strum, Tee Bone assaulted the shield with a sonic blast that shook the entire neighbourhood.

Deke radioed.  “That did something!  Shields down to 90%!”

“Then if I still remember my highschool math, that means I only need to hit it nine more times before it’s down!” shouted Tee Bone back, as he readied another shot from the sky.

Watching this from the window, Mike wondered, “Where’s Mr. Van Heelin’?”

“What’s that Mike?” asked Deke from the cockpit.

“Nothing,” he answered.

“You better get ready,” advised Deke.  “You know the plan.  You OK?  You got this?”

“I got this,” said Mike as he stood and strapped on a safety harness.

Tee Bone, meanwhile, kept assaulting the shield with his massive power chords.  “It’s almost down!” he announced as the shield visibly shimmered below.  “Get into position!”

“Roger roger,” said Mike as he attached a cable to his safety harness.  “Safety first…” he whispered to himself, one of Edie’s favourite sayings.  “Don’t worry Edie.  We’ll be drinking tea together soon enough.  I know it.”


Inside the Shoe Shed, hearing the DekeCopter, Edie Van Heelin’ was ready to spring into action.  Her rescue was imminent!  She was ready.

“I knew Mike would come through,” she said.  “He’s never let me down.”

Without her rocket boots, she was at a disadvantage.  With the added loss of her animal allies, she had never been in this much danger before.  In her bare feet she stood, waiting for the force field keeping her inside to drop.  Through the shed windows, she could see it shimmer as it withstood shot after shot from Tee Bone’s mighty weapon.

“One more shot!” shouted Tee Bone as he blasted the shield a final time.  There was a bright flash of white, and then suddenly, the shed was vulnerable!

“Edie!  Edie!  Can you hear me?” shouted Mike into his microphone.  “Stand by!  Tee Bone’s gonna blast a hole in the roof and then I’m getting you out there!”

The radio crackled.

“Oh Mike!” cried Edie.  “I knew you’d come.  Just like you said you always would!”

“I’m here,” he comforted.  “It’ll only be a second.”

Suddenly the roof of the Shoe Shed was vaporized by Tee Bone’s electric harmony.  On cue, Mike leaped from the helicopter, the cable attached to his safety harness keeping him from becoming a splatter on the ground.  In a blur, he was there on the floor of the Shoe Shed standing before Edie.

“Hey, rock star,” he winked.  “What are you waiting for?  Let’s go!”

With a kiss on the cheek, she jumped on his back and held on tight.  “I knew you’d come for me.”

“Take us up!” Mike radioed to Deke.  The cable slowly retracted, and the pair rose out of the shed and into the air.

An alarm went off in the cockpit of the DekeCopter.  “Shit!!  Guys, that shield is going back up!!”

“Oh, no!” whispered Mike, as a mighty force nearly knocked him right out of his safety harness.  Edie fell.

“Mike!!” she screamed as he reached out his hand, catching hers in his.

“I got you Edie!!” yelled Mike.  “Tee Bone!  Need an assist here!”

“Copy that!” said Tee as he flew lower to help his friends.  The force field tried to assert itself again, and it blasted Tee Bone back.

Mike felt his grip becoming more and more tenuous.  One finger at a time, Edie was slipping away from him.

“Hang on Edie!  Please hang on!”

With pleading in her doe eyes, she wordlessly begged him not to let go.

The last finger slipped.

Edie’s mouth opened wide in terror.  Mike screamed.  Tee Bone raced, but it was too late.

With a sickening crack, Edie Van Heelin’ hit the ground.

Mike could not look.  He covered his eyes.

There was silence.  Nothing but silence.  The helicopter whopped in the air, but none of them could hear it.

“Mike…” crackled the radio.  “Mike come in.  What happened…”

He did not answer.  He sobbed in grief.

“Hang on buddy,” said Deke as reeled Mike back up into the DekeCopter.  “I got you.”

“I had her…” said Mike.

“It’s not your fault,” said Tee as he landed in the Copter.  “Don’t blame yourself,” he comforted.

“Guys,” radioed Deke, “that force field is starting to look angry.  It’s about to spit something back at us…”

At that moment the force field returned to full strength, and then some!  It began to pulse and expand.

“Get us out of here Deke!” shouted Tee from behind.

Deke hit the throttle.  The ground exploded beneath them, leaving nothing but shreds of wood and rubble.  Nothing but the detritus of a lost battle.


Three days later

 

It was raining in California as they lowered the casket into the soil.  Dressed in black, they were all there to bear witness.  Tee Bone, Deke, Mike, some men in suits representing the Durling Foundation, Aaron, the 80s Metal Man, Max the Axe…even Wolfgang Van Halen made it.  They all stood silent, in tribute to the fallen hero.

Mike stepped forward to speak.

“Edie…there will never be another like you.  I brought something for you.  Your favourite tea. Green…” he sniffed as a tear rolled down.  “…with local honey.”

He poured the tea over the ground, and sobbed.  Tee Bone rubbed his shoulders as he continued to speak.

“I know I’m usually the ‘words guy’,” said Mike, “But I am without words today.  I will miss you more than words can say.  There will never be another you.  In all the multiverse, they will never find another Edie Van Heelin’.  My loss is immeasurable.  That’s all I have to say.”

On cue, “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac began.

For you, there’ll be no more cryingFor you, the sun will be shiningAnd I feel that when I’m with youIt’s alright, I know it’s right
To you, I’ll give the worldTo you, I’ll never be cold‘Cause I feel that when I’m with youIt’s alright, I know it’s right
And the songbirds are singing,Like they know the scoreAnd I love you, I love you, I love youLike never before
And I wish you all the love in the worldBut most of all, I wish it from myself
And the songbirds keep singingLike they know the scoreAnd I love you, I love you, I love youLike never before, like never before,Like never before

From a hilltop, a pack of arctic wolves stood silently and watched.  They were larger than the average wolf, large enough for a human to easily ride upon their backs.  The wolves sullenly watched as dirt fell over the casket.  A lone tear fell from the mother wolf’s eye.


Epilogue

“Tommy Lee!” commanded Lord Tyranus.  “Report!  Is it done?”

“Yeah dude!  All done, just as you asked!” cackled the drummer.

“Excellent!  The husband took the money then?” asked Tyranus.

“Just like you said he would!” answered Lee.  “He’s a little pissed off that his wife is dead, but he’ll get over it.  It was a lot of money.”

Tyranus laughed.  “Excellent.  She is terminated, then?”

“Knock ’em dead, kid!” answered Lee.

The Sith lord laughed again.

“Well done, Lee.  Well done.  Your reward will be suitable.”  Lee nodded happily, and Tyranus killed the communication.

“One down, many more to go.  Earth will soon be ours,” he pondered as he gazed to the stars.

 

THE END

REST IN PEACE EDIE VAN HEELIN’.  05/06/23


 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

 

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

 

Mr Moustachio’s Multitude of Marvellous Multiversal Misadventures: Chapter 1 – Farao Way From Home – A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story (by Harrison Kopp)

Mr Moustachio’s Multitude of Marvellous Multiversal Misadventures
Chapter 1: Farao Way From Home

A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story

By Harrison Kopp

Continued from The Adventures of Tee Bone Man Chapter 16: A Crazy Crazy Night (Part 3)

Moments ago…

The cracks continued outwards, and the scaffolding that Moustachio was clinging to began to break loose. This was fairly alarming, and the Australian tried to hasten his ascent. But it was no use, it was too far to the top.

Ripper the squirrel clambered up ahead of him and desperately began pulling on his finger.

“No use buddy”, the Australian smiled gently. “Go up there and help the others, ok?”.

The squirrel was vehemently against at the idea of leaving the Australian to his fate.

“I’ll be fine”, Moustachio said with a wry smile. “They need you more.”

And, not taking no for an answer, El Moustachio grabbed the small ball of fur and hurled him high up to safety. He knew he could count on the little guy. Mere seconds later he was falling backwards towards the green pit as the scaffolding beneath him completely collapsed.

Enveloped by a tawny-coloured explosion on his way down, the Australian vanished without a trace.


Then, El Moustachio appeared out of thin air and hit the ground with a wet thud, rolling twice before coming to a gentle rest. He gingerly picked himself up and observed his strange new surroundings. He knew he wasn’t in Hell because he’d been there before and it was a lot more red. In fact, the world he now found himself was actually really green. He was in a city, but there was more plant life here than he’d ever seen before. Thick vines snaked up the buildings, and the ground was more like sodden earth than concrete.

But all through it all there was something familiar. A scent he was very used to, but stronger than he’d ever smelt it before. Even stronger than the aroma of the small item he still carried in his back pocket. And it was only getting stronger.

El Moustachio stepped out of the alleyway into the city. The cool night was dimly lit by the bioluminescent plants around him. In the distance he spied a figure, and a low rumble filled the air. Suddenly he realised just how alone he was.

The figure took a step forward. And then another.

El Moustachio took a step back and steeled himself.

One way or another, things were never going to be the same again.


Now.

El Moustachio had done some arguably brave things before (the only reason they weren’t called foolish though was because he had survived), but his friends always had his back then. Now he was alone in a strange land, with no weapons, and a humanoid creature bearing down on him at an alarming pace.

The ground began to rumble and the glow of the bioluminescent plants around him began to intensify. The figure in the distance was advancing rapidly and Moustachio decided it was time to make tracks. But this thought never became an action, as at this very moment vines erupted from the ground all around him, snaking their way up his body and restraining him in place.

Now upon him, the humanoid stepped into the light and El Moustachio recoiled. He was human-looking, but he was unlike anyone Moustachio had ever seen before. He was wearing mostly orange, but the attention of the eyes was drawn to his voluminous bright green hair and verdant cape, which contrasted well against his pale white skin.

The strange man grinned.

“Let’s see what we have here”, he said with a wave of his hand.

Two crimson flowers extended from the surrounding greenery and made their way on vine-y stems towards El Moustachio. The flowers hissed in his face as a reddish gas wafted from their “mouths”.

But then everything seemed to change, and the man before him withdrew the strange plants, no doubt having determined that Moustachio was not dangerous. The Australian could hardly believe he had been so cynical as to consider this man a threat earlier. He was, after all, merely investigating an intruder in his land.

The man then made a very reasonable request, asking who Moustachio was and how he came to be here. This was a dangerous place after all, Moustachio thought to himself, and the Australian was sure this man only wanted to help others avoid falling into it like he had.

So Moustachio told him who he was and were he came from, being extra certain to mention how his world had many good people who could run afoul of this world, especially if their heroes were not there to protect them. He then talked about how he had fallen into a strange cloud of liquid trying to stop a bad man from taking control of a source of terrifying power.

The man showed considerable interest in this and began to think intently. Moustachio was certainly right. There were lots of people in his world who would be unable to defend themselves here.

The Australian would have continued but he was forced to close his eyes as a gout of fire spewed forth from the sky and scorched the earth around him. The plants immobilizing him instantly shrank away in fear or ashes, and the man questioning Moustachio dove backwards into the shadows.

More fireballs spewed forth striking whatever greenery was around. The air was now thick with smoke as an orange glare lit up the surrounding area. El Moustachio began to stagger away, but his attention was caught by a man coming down from the sky.

The Australian had never seen the man before, but he looked familiar. A long grey beard masked his face, but Moustachio was sure he’d seen those eyes before. The cape/guitar combo was also mighty familiar.

The older man held out his hand and extended Moustachio an invitation that the Australian did not have to think twice about.

“Let us depart immediately, or else you will perish.”

Wasting no time, El Moustachio grabbed the man’s hand and was immediately taken skyward as a feral howl from below followed them into the air. The Australian held on for dear life as they continued to ascend into the night sky.

After a few minutes they broke the cloud layer, and the Australian was treated to the sight of beautiful starshine all around. He had never seen the night sky outside of the city, and it was better than he had ever imagined it would be.

El Moustachio took the chance to enjoy some peace and quiet for a few minutes, but soon spied something in the distance and, as they got closer, realized his eyes really weren’t deceiving him. That really was a floating chunk of earth with a red and white windmill on it.

They reached it shortly, and the Australian was gently lowered to the ground.

“Thank you”, El Moustachio said to his rescuer, who was touching down himself.

“Are you hurt?”, the older man asked.

“I don’t think so”, El Moustachio replied, “But I’m really confused. Where am I? How did I get here? Who are all you people?”

“There’s a bit of a lengthy explanation to all this.”, the old man replied, “Come inside and I’ll start from the beginning.”

The Australian obliged, following the old man into the humble dwelling inside the windmill. It was a simple dwelling, with the bare essentials of hospitality, though over against one wall sat a complex set of machinery and computers.

The old man laid his guitar against his bed and turned to face El Moustachio.

“Allow me to introduce myself first. Officially I am Professor Scotchafunkilus, but you can call me Troy.”

“Troy?”, the Australian replied, thinking of his friend back home. Or was that back in time?

“My name. My friends would call me Tee Bone, but I haven’t had any of those in a while.”

The look on Moustachio’s face told the Professor enough.

“Ah, I see you must be familiar with one of my counterparts then. In that case let me cut to the chase a little – you’re in another universe entirely, and not a good one I’m afraid.”

“You mean like a parallel universe?”, Moustachio asked.

“Yes. One of many in the multiverse.”, Scotchafunkilus replied.

Moustachio had to sit down.

“How…how did this even happen? How did I get here?”

“Radioactive scotch particles. Powerful stuff that, but very volatile. There’s some of them floating around in every universe, and once in a blue moon two of them occupy the same spot in different universes. This causes them to react in an explosion that causes a temporary bridge between the two universes. Anything caught in that explosion can transfer between them.”

Moustachio thought back to his fall from the scaffolding only hours ago.

“My scanners picked up your entry and I rushed there as fast as I could.”, Scotchafunkilus continued. “What worries me though is that these events are becoming larger and more frequent. Something’s happening out there. Look at this here. Two events within a short time frame of each other and the scotch quotient of both are off the charts. Something massive came through there and left again here.”

This did not make Moustachio feel good. Nor did the prospect of staying in this universe.

“But what happened here?”, Moustachio asked, “This place is almost as bad as Hell.”

Professor Scotchafunkilus exhaled slowly. After a short pause he gravely answered.

“A couple decades ago a man gained control of a great power on an island not far from here. He was never the same again. He let himself fall deeper and deeper into darkness. His desire to create, his desire to protect, his desire to mean something, they all twisted him into the horrible being that attacked you – The Cabbage Lord.”

A shot of fear went through Moustachio’s heart. He thought back to his friends on Wicked Lester’s Island. What if they couldn’t stop him without Moustachio? What if this hellscape here was the future of the Australian’s world too now? Scotchafunkilus continued.

“We formed a resistance. Tried to fight back. But his empire only grew. Now I live alone here, researching the multiverse. Eventually I’ll find a way to revert this universe back, or I’ll die and my problems will be over.”

El Moustachio hated to see Tee Bone like this.

“Come on, we can do better than that. Surely we can do something to avenge this world at the very least.”

“No. My priority now is getting you out of here. The Cabbage Lord will probably manage to track us down tomorrow, and you need to be gone before then. This isn’t your fight.”

“Tomorrow comes today Tee Bone!”, screamed the Cabbage Lord from outside the building.

Scotchafunkilus and Moustachio were sent lurching forward as the floating island came to an abrupt stop, wrapped in the tendrils of a large plant.

“How did he get here so fast!?”, the Professor asked.

But he wasn’t particularly interested in the answer. Wasting no time, Scotchafunkilus ran to his guitar and began to play.

“I’ve devised a guitar solo that attracts radioactive scotch particles. But there’s no guarantee on how long it will take two to collide. Or where you’ll end up.”

“Then I should stay here.”, Moustachio said, “He’s outnumbered – we can take him now.”

“No”, the Professor replied, “He’s too powerful and you deserve better than to die here to him.”

The old man continued to play, as the rumbling sound got louder. The Australian looked around, worried. Any second the plants would be through the ground.

Then Moustachio heard a loud crack and felt a burst of liquid behind him. But before he could think any further, Professor Scotchafunkilus kicked him into the Mahongany explosion, and everything went black. Only for a second. And not for the first time today (not that the day had been anything even remotely close to the usual passing of 24 hours he experienced), El Moustachio fell out of thin air into a strange new world.

This time his fall was not cushioned, and he gingerly held a hand to his side as he got up from the rocky ground. He was on a mountain somewhere. He wasn’t high enough to see snow yet, but it certainly wasn’t warm up here. Plus it was pouring with rain.

He was soon soaked, but gunfire from the dark sky drew his attention to the heavens. He peered into the murky gloom, trying to spot the source of the noise. And he seemed to have done so. Becoming more visible by the second came a peculiar skycraft.

It was, well, it looked like a lead zeppelin, but that was impossible because those..didn’t..exist?

But this was one very real, and it was heading right for where El Moustachio was standing.

Back in the windmill, the Cabbage Lord stood alone in the smouldering building, as blood and Scotch mixed together in a pool on the floor. He tenderly rubbed some aloe on his wounds and examined the remains of the computers in the room.

The machines had suffered a lot of exterior damage from the fire, but most of the hard drives inside seem to have only suffered superficial burns. This was good news. There was a whole multiverse out there, and now the Cabbage Lord was close to being able to make it his.


Here.  Now.

Far far away, across universes, Tee Bone awoke with a jolt. He had the weirdest dream. He was an old man, with a beard right out of a ZZ Top album cover, and Moustachio was in it too.

A cold breath escaped his lips. He had died, hadn’t he? That’s how the dream had to have ended. It was only a dream, but it felt strangely real to him. Too real. At least I know Moustachio is still out there he thought to himself as he rolled over and snuggled under the covers. It was a comforting thought and it got him back to sleep within minutes.

To Be Continued…


 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

 

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

 

 

Shinzon: Dread and the Fugitive Mind – A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story (By Harrison Kopp)

SHINZON: Dread and the Fugitive Mind

A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story

If there was a bright centre of the universe, then Shinzon was certainly very far from it. In fact, the area he found himself on the edge of was now called the Shadow Sector for good measure.

This particular planet was called Stavros, and it was, to put it charitably, a cesspool. A large prison transport had crashed there many cycles ago and the local law enforcement had never bothered to recover the inmates. The planet itself wasn’t good for anything more than an open-air prison, they said. So to say the local population were a bit rough around the edges would be an understatement.

Shinzon had not planned to make a layover here, but an encounter with a bounty hunter over Stygia on the way to Mars had damaged his hyperdrive and forced him to take refuge on this slimy mudhole. He needed repairs, a ride or a new ship and he wasn’t particularly fussed how he got it.

In his downtime (which he now had a fair amount of), he skulked around the tavern, keeping his eye out for anyone who looked like they wouldn’t consider his presence an insult to their existence.

Not that he had the luxury of striking up a conversation with just anyone. Since he had abandoned his master, Lord Tyranus, and struck out on his own, he had been forced to keep a close eye over his shoulder. Tyranus had put a bounty on his head, and Shinzon wasn’t going to put money on Tyranus wanting him alive.

But what did Shinzon himself want now? It wasn’t a question he had asked himself before. His priorities had always been assigned to him in the past, and now he was free to choose his own targets. It was a bit overwhelming really. So many scores to settle, riches to claim and people to kill.

I just want to be myself. 

Did he think that? It had to be him. Who else could it be? But where had it come from?

Be myself…be myself, the thought echoed.

He’d never really thought hard about who he was before. It was always easy, because it had all been predetermined for him, and he wasn’t even good enough for that apparently. So what was he good at? What did he want to do?

Lost in thought, Shinzon’s attention lapsed, and he failed to notice the entrance of the bounty hunter Los Dianos.  Not that Shinzon would been able to name him anyway, but Dianos was quite legendary in this sector for his preference for never taking his targets in alive. His mechanical leg (a souvenir from a previous bounty) squeaked with every step as he searched the tavern for his quarry.  Shinzon was unaware as he pondered his own existence, one which Dianos was ready to end presently.

Looking past the bar in the centre of the room, the hunter locked his eyes on Shinzon. Recognising his target, the hunter pulled a high-powered pistol from underneath his black coat and aimed it straight between Shinzon’s eyes.

But luck was on the young clone’s side today, as a drunk patron chose at that very moment to fall back off his chair.  The blaster bolt “fated” for Shinzon instead struck an overweight Gliesian.  The rotund, amphibious alien didn’t feel a thing, but the sound of the blaster summoned Shinzon from his stupor.  He dove directly to his left, behind a bar counter, which took the brunt of a volley of laser blasts, shattering it to splinters.

Thinking quick, Shinzon’s eyes darted around the room. His focus was crystal clear now. He pulled a concealed blade from his boot and hurled it straight at his attacker’s face. It unfortunately struck him with the handle end, but this did stun Dianos enough for Shinzon to make his next move.  His eyes darted to a nearby table. He grabbed a tankard of something foul smelling and hurled it onto Dianos’s cybernetic leg. The effect was immediate. The limb spasmed, sparking and smoking as it stuck out, locked at a very unnatural angle.

Shinzon bolted as Dianos fell to the floor, an angry shot flying well wide, and striking the wall by a particularly beefy Alpha Centauri male. Meanwhile, the creature who had had his drink liberated from him was too drunk to know who had taken his glass, but that wasn’t going to stop him from beating the snot out of the nearest unlucky patron.  By the time the barfight was over, and Dianos had repaired and rebooted his limb, Shinzon was already in the upper atmosphere in his starship. But Dianos could tell from the trail of smoke that he wouldn’t make it far.

He tuned his radio frequency to that of his partner.

“He won’t be able to leave this star system.  He’ll be coming your way. There’s nowhere else for him to go.”

Dianos was right. Shinzon found himself once again descending into the atmosphere of a moon he’d rather not be on. This time it was Frolix 9, the ninth moon of the gas giant Frolix in this system. On Stavros he’d heard stories of this place, and its heyday as a major trading port. But that was a long time ago and the trade routes had since moved, leaving Frolix 9 in poverty and decay.

Breaking through the smog of the lower atmosphere, Shinzon’s worst fears were confirmed. A wide vista of smoke and dilapidated buildings extended as far as the eye could see. There were a few billboards or other electronic lights still operating, but on a whole it looked like it had been an eternity since someone had last put effort into the upkeep of this place.

At least I won’t stand out, Shinzon thought to himself as he brought his Quadjumper down in for rough landing on a free pad. The ship had left more than a few skid marks by the time it came to a stop.

At least he hadn’t damaged the ship any further. The hyperdrive was still shot, but he was pretty sure he’d have a better chance of getting it fixed here. As he powered down the ship post-landing, he made sure to remove the ignition coil and stashed it in a hidden compartment under the seat. Can’t be too careful around here, he thought to himself. It wouldn’t stop a hoard of Tarkalean rats, but a least any would-be thieves would be unable to start the ship’s engines.

He cast his eyes out the cockpit at the miserable sight before him. While it was a stark contrast to the sterile white halls of Tyranus’ labs, it seemed more real than the city he “grew up” on.

He wasn’t here to lay low – or, at least he didn’t plan to. He needed a sturdy ship that was capable of more than just limping between planets in the same system. He wasn’t sure which black hole someone had pulled the old Quadjumper out of, but it was barely holding itself together. He wasn’t holding his breath that he’d get the chance to steal anything better, but if the opportunity came along, he wasn’t going to let it pass by.

Shinzon cracked the seal of the cockpit and exited, into a cloud of steam, only to find a green alien inspecting it.

“Looks like you’ve seen a bit of action,” it laughed.

“Yes,” Shinzon replied, not interested in retelling the story.  “And I need some repairs done to the hyperdrive’s motivator, if you’re up to the task.”

The mechanic cast some of his many eyes over the peeling paint and dented panelling and did some mental calculations.

“That’ll be 1,750 credits for the replacement parts, plus 1,250 labour,” it stated with firmness.  It placed two of its hands on its hips, awaiting Shinzon’s answer.

“I’ll pay for the parts now and you get the rest once the labour is done,” Shinzon countered.

The mechanic thought for a second, sizing up Shinzon.

“Fine, deal.”  It spat something blue onto the ground and held out a hand for payment.  Shinzon wasted no time dumping a handful of credits into the alien’s hand and stalked off into the city. He wasn’t going to hang around here in the open if he could help it and, besides, he needed to get some more credits.  Lost in thought, for the second time, Shinzon failed to pay attention.  The mechanic made his way to a nearby communication panel to make a call, as Shinzon obliviously walked away.

“Marshall?” whispered the mechanic through an orifice.  “I think the guy you’re looking for just pulled in for repairs.”

With urgent caution, Shinzon strode through the dilapidated area.  The sound of voices drew his attention from the harsh neon lighting all around, and he headed down a flight of stairs into an alien market.  Or was it a red light district?  He didn’t know any of these species and it was hard to tell. Aliens of all kind were mingling, either hawking wares or seeking a bargain. There would be money here for sure. It was still a little brighter than he liked, but at least he could hide fairly well amongst the people.

He strode forward into the area and began hunting for unguarded registers and open pockets. As he walked, voices from the street leaped out at him.

“Dr. Futurity’s the man for you! He can build you a new arm!” hawked one.

“It’s a scanner, darkly painted so as to blend in wherever possible!” bartered another.

“I heard that Gears singer has been gaining some serious support on the lower level,” said someone as Shinzon strode past.

Shinzon continued on. He was not interested in the petty troubles of the people here. He had his own problems. His stomach agreed, voicing its displeasure with the lateness of dinner. And Shinzon had to agree, it had been almost 18 hours since he had last ate.

He looked around for someone selling something that looked like it had been made today, not that he had much choice. After a few minutes of searching, he settled for some bread (he presumed) from a ‘baker’ who had set up shop in one of the buildings on the edge of the market.

He handed the creature the few credits he had left and grabbed one of the less stale pieces of bread. It tasted pretty bad, but it would fuel him all the same.  He sat, for the first time since Stavros.  Taking a moment to eat and reflect, he started mentally prioritising his revenge list.  Every moment he had to spend in this place made his desire for revenge that much more intense.  They will pay for all these indignities and more.

Suddenly, Shinzon became acutely aware of the silence around. Everyone had frozen, a street vendor not even daring to turn the gas down on his now overcooked Scazz steaks.

At the end of the street stood a presence. Burning red eyes, wide brim hat, dark brown coat, he was hard to miss, and judging by the reaction of the people in the street, none had. Including Shinzon, who quickly ducked inside the bakery and held his breath.

The imposing cybernetic visage at the end of the street was Marshall Lokjaw, one of the deadliest bounty hunters in the business.  He wasn’t from around here, which meant payment must be substantial this time.  The Marshall came from a distant galaxy, and no one knew who or what had summoned his foul presence upon the Milky Way.  He had evidently taken a liking to the quarry here, or rather, the payment associated with said quarry. Destruction was his justice, like this world had never seen.

Marshall Lokjaw slowly moved forward, the clunk of each footstep echoing around the street. No one spoke as he slowly advanced through the alley, his roving eye seeing every movement. Shinzon held his nerve, but with Lokjaw determinedly approaching, he needed an exit. And he did find one. He just couldn’t see what was on the other side of it. But he couldn’t waste any more time, so he grabbed a nearby and terribly stale loaf, and hurled it through the cracked glass. This was very quickly followed by Shinzon hurling himself through the window, and into a dumpster below.

Lokjaw’s head immediately snapped to the source of the noise, and he fired his laser beam once, then twice for sure. No sooner had the second blast left the barrel was he upon the smoking bakery, inspecting the damage.

Destruction of premises: 700 credits in repairs. Not his problem. One shopkeeper: dead. His problems: over now. Primary target: unaccounted for. This was a problem.

Reassessing the premises, Lokjaw spied the window, and launched himself there in a flash.  His photoreceptors identified wet footprints on the ground below, and he dropped down to the surface with a heavy thud.

Not far away, Shinzon sprinted across the rain-soaked permacrete, not daring to slow down or look back. After what seemed like hours, but was likely only minutes, he found a suitable place to catch his breath: a packed casino.

He ran straight into the building and found a shadowing corner to hide in. But if the gasp of the Ferengi a few seats away from him was anything to go by, Shinzon wouldn’t have long to rest.

He took a peek around a corner and, sure enough, there, in the metal, stood Marshall Lokjaw himself. The robot spoke for the first time, addressing the crowd in front of him in a harsh metallic voice.

“The one who turns him in gets to live.”

Most of the crowd didn’t know who Lokjaw was referring to, and some of them even knew he couldn’t shoot them all, but none of them wanted to be around when he started blasting, and they all immediately scattered in a myriad of directions.

Shinzon was among them, running through the kitchen and out the back door. He followed the path down an alleyway and into a far more industrial area than he had been in before. The harsh neon light was gone, replaced by the smell of oil, grease and hyperfuel.

Shinzon wasn’t fussed about the aesthetics, but he needed a way to fight back (or at the very least lose his pursuer for a bit).

He wasn’t sure the abandoned factory in front of him was either of those things, but it beat running out in the open, so he smashed open the boarded-up door with his shoulder and cautiously ventured inside.

The machinery was in better condition than he expected.  Just a little dusty. He immediately ran deep into the facility and hid behind a lathe, looking around for anything that could do some damage. The clunk of metal footsteps outside told him he was running out of time.

And pretty much right on cue, Lokjaw strode in and examined his surroundings. Formulating a plan, he pulled out his laser gun, ensuring it was fully charged. Lokjaw then slowly and deliberately shot every coolant tank on the level. Within a minute a thick steam had completely enveloped the lower levels. Which was exactly where Shinzon was…and he didn’t possess the advanced photoreceptors of an android.

Which left him in a spot of bother.

The clunk of Lokjaw’s steps echoed all around the room. Closer, farther he was always around. And just when Shinzon thought he had an opening to break for the door, two laser bolts streaked out of the steam and slammed into the machine next to him. They exploded in a shower of sparks and Shinzon was forced to creep up a flight of stairs to avoid his pursuer.

Lokjaw continued to prowl, making his way up the same flight of stairs. The steam was not as thick here, but that was a small consolation. What was of considerably more usefulness though was the welding torch Shinzon had swiped from a bench. With a few tweaks to the internal components, he had a laser gun of his own on his hands.

The game of cat and mouse quickly became more akin to a wild west shootout. But for every shot Shinzon sent Lokjaw’s way, he got two in return, which was not a very sustainable way to operate a firefight. Shinzon needed to finish this battle quick, preferably with him still alive.

“There’s something,” he muttered to himself, sighting an option available.

He carefully manoeuvred himself, backing up until he reached a cargo crane. Using the cockpit as cover, he engaged a series of inputs on the control panel. Lokjaw advanced relentlessly as Shinzon took shelter behind whichever parts of the crane’s cockpit hadn’t been blasted away yet.

But Lokjaw had been too busy focusing on the moving organic, that he had ignored the machinery. When the crane arm was on a direct collision course for him, his programming didn’t account for it until it was too late. Which was to say he didn’t notice until he was flying sideways over the railing.

Lokjaw disappeared below the layer of steam and hit the ground with a thunk. Shinzon didn’t feel like sticking around to confirm if his pursuer was still operative, so he swung the crane around in the other direction, straight through a crumbling wall.

Wasting no time, he clambered into it the hole he just made, and crossed the bridge he had revealed to a walkway on the side of another building. Not daring to look down, he crossed the gap like a monkey and ran for his life.

Turning, rolling, diving, Shinzon raced back through the neon-drenched alleyways to the landing pad his ship was on.

The Quadjumper! he thought to himself in relief. His relationship with the ship had always been love/hate, but right now it was a sight for sore eyes.

Breathless, he addressed the mechanic.

“My ship – is it fixed?”

“Yes,” the treacherous mechanic replied. “Now payment is due.”

Shinzon pulled out the modified welding torch.

“I don’t think so.”

“Ha! You think I haven’t had people try to swindle me before? Your ship’s going nowhere without the fuel I drained from its tank!”

“Like hell it ain’t,” Shinzon sneered back. “This is a Quadjumper, it’s got two fuel tanks.”

This was very much a revelation to the mechanic, who sputtered in confusion.

“Well then I’ll take your ship as payment”, he said, pulling out his wrench and lunging at Shinzon. But before he could make good on his threat, Shinzon quickly swiftly hit him with a backhand across the face and flipped the stunned alien around, putting him between Shinzon and the entrance to the landing pad.

The mechanic’s eyes (all of them) went wide with fear as he saw Marshall Lokjaw bearing down on them, laser in hand. Two shots later and he was dead.  Shinzon threw his limp body aside. Lokjaw continued to fire, just missing the ducking Shinzon by mere inches.

Shinzon returned fire, and scored a hit on the bounty hunter, square in his chest. Lokjaw staggered, falling briefly to one knee, but continued on his course.  Shinzon took this opportunity to bolt for the ship’s ramp.

Reaching the cockpit, he very hastily reinstalled the ignition coil and fired the engines. Laser blasts battered the hull, but he made it.  “Launch!” he cried as the engines engaged.

Shinzon’s ship streaked into the upper atmosphere, as Lokjaw watched it go with futility gleaming in his eye.  Once it had left his view, he silently turned and stalked back into the concrete jungle.

Eventually the Quadjumper left the planet’s atmosphere and Shinzon collapsed back in his seat, exhausted. He would not be able to survive all these hunters much longer, and the bounty on his head was only going to get bigger.

Then he had an idea. At the navicompter, he keyed in the coordinates to Earth. It was well out of the way, and he could rely on the heroes there to take out any alien threats to him. Such a delicious irony, that one.

Plus, he smiled, he had some unfinished business with a certain Fanboy Mike there.


Earth.

Said Fanboy Mike was in the middle of putting the LOOFAH into long-term storage. It was regrettable, but with fuel prices these days he couldn’t afford to roll out the massive metal beast every time someone robbed a grocery store. And besides, he’d always have Edie Van Heelin’ to protect him anyway. With the last bit of coolant drained from it, Mike closed the doors to the large garage and put in the locking passcode.

Then he turned and ran back to the house. He had a hockey game against Edie to get to, and he certainly didn’t want to be late.


Space.

Meanwhile, across the universe, Tyranus sat in his personal shuttle, fuming. Since Lokjaw had let Shinzon escape there had been no concrete leads on his locations. A possible sighting near the Magellanic Clouds was the best he had, and that was a week ago. Tyranus was absolutely incensed. Jango Fett would have brought me his head by now Tyranus thought to himself.

But despite the great danger Shinzon’s limited knowledge posed to his plans, Tyranus could no longer delay the next phase. He keyed in the communication details of his agent on the Earth. An orangey-skinned man with blonde hair answered.

“How are you?  I appreciate you taking time out of your day to talk to me. That is the nicest thing.”

Tyranus did not have time for pleasantries and got straight to business. Time to see if the Martians did a better job with their creation than the Kaminoans.

“Initiate subtext 66”, he spoke clearly and deliberately.

The man’s eyes changed in an instant as a preprogrammed personality took over.

“My lord, what is thy command?”

Tyranus spoke again.

“The Northern Lights. Destroy them all.”

The man replied.

“It will be done.”

Tyranus smiled and turned off the communicator. At least something was going his way. Now to go about locating the renegade clone Shinzon. Maybe he should increase the bounty further. It was a risk though. If it got too big, the hunters would be fighting each other for it rather than doing their job. Given the circumstances though, it would be an acceptable risk.


But the Sith Lord would eventually find out that this was in vain, for Shinzon was far beyond his reaches now. The Quadjumper touched down on the edge of Kīlauea, a volcano in what is known on Earth as Hawaii. Shinzon soon exited and looked around.

Yes. He thought to himself. This will make a fine place to build a lair to hide out in and operate from. 

And so the many pieces across this giant chessboard known as the Milky Way moved their movements. Things were in motion now, unstoppably so, and some people were about to become something that they would not walk away the same from:

Victims of Changes!

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

Who’s the Mole in Rock and Roll Heaven? – A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story (By 80sMetalMan)

Who’s the Mole in Rock and Roll Heaven?

A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story

By 80sMetalMan

1955

The band’s final song of the night ended to lacklustre applause. “Thank you very much, good night and remember your bartenders,” the singer said trying to sound grateful. He looked out at the half empty bar. Half the patrons who were there seemed more engrossed in their private conversation to pay notice to the band on stage. The other half were just plain drunk. The singer shook his head in despair and joined his band members in clearing the equipment from the stage.

“I can’t go on like this, I have a good job, so I don’t need to play in dive bars like this one in the hopes I will make the big time one day,” the steel guitarist lamented.

“Are you quittin’ the group?” the singer asked matter of factly.

“I’m not sure yet,” the steel guitarist answered honestly. I know how much more I can go on like this, playing in half empty bars to a few drunks who don’t give a damn about us.”

“He’s right though,” the drummer suddenly chimed in. “We’ve been playing in shit holes like this and ain’t getting’ nowhere.”

The singer sighed and grabbed one of the beers which was still left. Taking the can opener, he poked holes in opposite sides of the top of the can and took a long gulp. Once he digested the amber liquid, a sudden thought came to him. “Let’s not make any decisions tonight. Let’s all go home and have a good night’s sleep and think about it.”

Everyone in the band seemed to accepted their singer’s suggestion. They gathered up their equipment and packed it all away, most of it in the singer’s pickup truck before all headed home.

He wasn’t surprised that no lights were on as the singer arrived home to his trailer. After all, it was two-thirty in the morning and his wife would already be asleep.  Trying to be as quiet as possible, he opened the door and crept in. Plopping himself down on the small couch, he opened another beer and started drinking. After one long guzzle, he sat staring at the wall, reflecting upon the disillusionment of his band. What frustrated the singer was that he knew that they had the potential to make it big, they just needed a break.

After finishing the beer, the singer wasn’t sure if he was drifting off to sleep while sitting on the couch. Furthermore, he couldn’t decide if he was drunk or just tired but he was definitely sure that he was looking at a human figure with what looked like horns on his head. The figured beckoned him to come forward, which he obeyed.

“God, I gotta stop drinkin’ so much,” he thought to himself as he moved towards the figure. When he got a few feet away, the figure held out his hand and commanded, “Stop!” His voice reverberated through the singer’s head.

“Who are you?” the singer asked.

The figure laughed a deafening laugh which again rebounded back and forth inside the singer’s skull. “I am known by many names, but you know me best as Satan, or the Devil.”

“This must be a dream,” thought the singer, but not totally sure if he was thinking it or actually saying it.  His ponderings were interrupted by Satan’s booming voice. “You want to be a music star? Well I can make that happen.”

“What? Do I have to give you my soul or somethin’?” the singer sneered sarcastically.

“That’s exactly what you must do!” Satan’s booming voice nearly knocking the singer off balance.

“Look,” the singer explained once he regained his balance. “I might be a hard drinkin’ man but I’m a God fearin’ one too.”

“Oh, I’m not requiring you to stop fearing God,” Satan responded in a softer voice. “I’m just asking you for your soul and in return, I’ll make you a star.”

“Really?” the singer returned with a hint of sarcasm. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll sign your contract and see if you make me a star.”

The Devil reached into what seemed like a coat pocket and pulled out some papers. “You will sign, then?”

“Why not, I have nothing to lose except for my soul,” the singer snickered. He went over to a table which seemed to suddenly appear from out of nowhere and after a brief read, taking not of the clause that he would achieve stardom, signed his name.

“Good, good!” Satan bellowed with glee. “Tomorrow, after you’ve sobered up of course, go to Sun Records in Memphis. You will see that I will keep my end of the bargain.”


“I must be crazy,” the singer thought to himself as he drove his pick up truck into Memphis. Fortunately, the recording studio wasn’t hard to find and he found a place to park fairly quickly. As he walked up to the studio’s front door, he question the sanity of what he was doing. However, he concluded, “What do I have to lose?”

Carefully holding the reel of tape with his band’s recording and guitar slung over his back, the singer walked through the front doors of Sun Records. When he got in, a red haired lady wearing too much makeup briefly acknowledged him. Not sure of what to say, he stammered, “I have this tape of my band, I was hoping one of your executive types could give it a listen.”

In a practised tone, the receptionist automatically responded, “We can’t touch any unsolicited material.  Do you have an agent?”

The singer shook his head. He stood there for a moment not knowing whether to insist or leave. Just then, three men came through the door behind the receptionist. He vaguely recognised two of the men but there was no doubt as to the identity of the third. Elvis Presley was known, not only to him, but now becoming a big name around the Memphis area.

“Hey, are you a singer or musician?” Elvis asked the singer out of the blue.

Momentarily taken aback, the singer nervously stammered back, “Yes, I sing and play some guitar.”

“Ah, nice,” Elvis responded and then he suggested, “Why don’t you join us for lunch? Maybe we can play together after.”

The singer couldn’t believe his luck. “Hell yeah!! he let out at an unintended higher volume.

Following a lunch of burgers and fries at a local diner where Elvis, his two band members and the singer talked about their musical influences, many of which they shared, he joined them for a jam session which went on to late in the evening. When he got to sing, Elvis pointed out, “You have a very distinctive voice. I like that deep bass sound you got.”

The kind words lifted the singer’s spirits to a new high but they rose even higher when Elvis invited him to come back the next day. As he drove home that night. He thought to himself, “Maybe selling my soul to the Devil wasn’t such a bad idea.”


2003

He didn’t experience any out of body experiences nor did he see any white lights. Instead, the singer found himself surrounded by near darkness with only a dim light above. When his eyes focused, he saw a familiar looking human shaped figure coming towards him. Instinctively, the singer headed towards the figure, thinking that he should meet it half way.  When they were twenty feet apart, the figure stopped and held out his hand beckoning the singer to do the same. He obeyed. His eyes now fully adjusted, he could now make out the identity of the figure standing before him. Even though, it had been nearly half a century since their meeting, he recognised the Devil straight away.

“You’ve come for my soul, I suppose.”

Satan let out a loud laugh which rebounded through the singer’s head. “I’ve kept my end of the bargain. You can’t say that you haven’t had a great singing career, selling millions of records and even getting a Grammy for Lifetime Achievement Award. You even had your own TV show in the early 1970s and have been in movies. I think you had the stardom you were seeking. By the way, was you dressing all in black some sort of sign that you sold your soul to me?”

“Hell no!” the singer exclaimed. “That was just an image and I thought our meeting was some sort of drunken dream. Besides, you know that I made my religious views quite clear and even sang at Billy Graham Crusades.”

“You did,” the Devil affirmed. “But drunk or not, you did make a bargain with me and now it’s time for you to keep up your end of it. God can’t get you out of this one.”

“You’re takin’ me to hell then?”

A sly grin appeared on the Devil’s face. “Actually no, I have other plans for you. I’m sending you to Rock Heaven instead. You’re going to be my eyes and ears there.”

“Rock Heaven? Is there such a place?” the singer looked totally confused.

“Yes, Rock Heaven,” Satan further explained. “Ever since Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper and Riche Valens died in that plane crash in 1959, Rock Heaven has been the place where all rock stars go after they’ve passed from the mortal realm. God, using the archangel Michael as his representative, and I agreed to create the place where rock stars can spend eternity making music. However, I can’t go there unless I’m invited which is why I’m sending you there. Besides, I know your buddy Elvis is waiting for you.”

The singer nodded, “Fine with me.” He had barely finished speaking when he noticed that Satan had disappeared and a large door now stood before him. Instinctively, he opened the door and stepped into a large well lit room. He knew the person coming to greet him right away.

“Hello, my friend, welcome to Rock Heaven” Elvis greeted the new arrival. The two briefly hugged and when they separated, the room was suddenly full of other rock stars who had passed onto this realm, eager to greet their newest friend. Jim Croce was the first to shake the singer’s hand. “I’ve always wanted to sing a duet with you,” Jim smiled, “And now we have an eternity.”


Not Long Ago

All the denizens of Rock Heaven headed to the big meeting room, attendance was mandatory. Elvis and Buddy Holly, at the insistence of Ronnie James Dio and Lemmy ,called for this emergency meeting. No one was quite sure the purpose of the meeting but the singer, like everyone else, went in and found a seat.

Once the congregation was settled and quiet, Elvis addressed the audience. “We have a serious problem down on Earth.”

“You’re damn fucking right we do!” Lemmy interrupted.

“Calm down Lemmy,” Elvis soothed. Turning back to the audience, Elvis continued, “Someone on Earth has invented a time machine and has gone back in time with the intention of wiping heavy metal from existence.”

A chorus of  boos arose from the heavy metal contingent.

“All the members of Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Rush, Aerosmith, KISS and even Alice Cooper have all been assassinated. Their souls are in Limbo at the moment but I don’t know how long for. We’ve got to act to save heavy metal.”

All of a sudden, the singer sprang to his feet. When acknowledged, he suggested, “I think we need help from Heaven and Hell. Maybe Satan and God can help us.”

Phil Lynott also quickly rose up, “He’s right. We need to have outside help on this.”

“I second that,” Eric Carr added. “I don’t want to see my old bandmates in Limbo.”

“Agreed,” Elvis stated.

Just as soon as Elvis stopped talking a voice rang out. “Is somebody asking for help?”

While the rest of the congregation was slightly startled at the two new arrivals, the singer knew one of them straight away. It was the keeper of his soul.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” the speaker began. “You all know me as Satan, yes, me in the flesh.” Then turning to the personage next to him, he said, “I see God has sent you, Andrew.”

“Yes, they did,” Jesus’s apostle confirmed. “We need to get this mess straightened out.”

The two guests made their way to the center of the stage, Elvis taking a step back for them. Giving Elvis a thankful look, Satan addressed the audience. “I know of three people who can help us. Two are super heroes known as Tee Bone Man and Superdekes who reside in Canada. I’ve encountered those two personally.” A bad taste briefly swirled in the Devil’s mouth. “The other is a rock historian known as the Metalman. He can be found in England.

Andrew suddenly took over. “We in heaven have always feared something like this might happen and we are prepared. I’ve brought some divine items and have shaped them into forms you would be most comfortable with.” From seemingly out of nowhere, Andrew pulled out an electric guitar, a pick and a book. He further explained, “It’s best these items aren’t taken to Earth together, at least not the guitar and pick. One group should take one to the superheroes, and the other to this Metalman.”

The apostle handed the artefacts to Elvis who accepted without question, thanking both him and Satan. With that, the two beings promptly disappeared but the singer was certain that the Devil had given him a sly wink before he departed.

“Right, let’s get down to business, “Elvis demanded. After some short deliberations, it was decided that Ronnie James Dio, Lemmy, Jeff Hanneman and John Bonham would take the pick to Tee Bone Mane and Superdekes while Ronnie Van Zant, Randy Rhoads, Cliff Burton and AJ Pero would take the guitar and instruction book to the Metalman. Those chosen immediately left for their missions without further procrastination.

The singer, along with all the patrons of Rock Heaven rejoiced when each of the murdered bands was saved and history put right again. No one was surprised when Jimi Hendrix, Bon Scott and Malcolm Young were dispatched to provide further assistance in saving Led Zeppelin. When Satan and Elvis returned with the ring leader, known as Suplee and his minions, they did so to thunderous applause.

“These good guys and gals will be our guests for all eternity,” Elvis chortled as he led the captives through Rock Heaven. “The can spend their time listening to the very music they tried so hard to destroy.” His words were met by more raucous applause and shouts of triumph. “We thank Satan and St. Andrew for their help in restoring rock history but the real heroes are Tee Bone Man and Superdekes. I’ve sent a request to God, and Satan here agrees that when their souls do claim, that they both join us here in Rock Heaven.”

Satan used the crowd going nuts over their victory to slip through the crowd. As he did so, he stopped in fromt of the singer and whispered, “Thank you for getting me involved. Your efforts are duly noted and when I take over Rock Heaven, you will be my right hand. After all, these rock stars should have been in hell with me to begin with.”

A smile appeared on the singer’s face as he watched his master vanish. In his mind, he though to himself, “There’s going to be some fireworks around here very soon.”

Read the Adventures of Tee Bone Man Chapter Eight:  Tee Bone & Deke’s Time Travelling Adventure for the crossover story!


THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

  • Noirison:  Chapter One (by Holen)
  • The Mole in Rock and Roll Heaven (by 80sMetalMan) 
  • Shinzon:  Dread and the Fugitive Mind (By Harrison Kopp) TBA
  • Noirison:  Chapter Two (by Holen) TBA

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

The Adventures of Tee Bone Man: Tee Bone and Superdekes Vs. The Lego

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN
PHASE TWO: THE MULTIVERSE SAGA


Chapter Nineteen: Tee Bone and Superdekes Vs. The Lego

“Woah!  Look what I found!” exclaimed Deke from beneath a pile of boxes.

It was cleaning day at Deke’s Palace.  Time to make everything spic and span, for winter was coming and it was well overdue.

“Is that what I think it is?” asked Tee Bone.  “Has it been sitting here all this time?”

Deke blew the dust off the box.  “We’ve been so busy, we just haven’t had time,” said Deke.  “Hey…I have an idea.  Let’s put cleaning duty on pause.  Let’s build this instead.”  Deke tossed the box over to Tee Bone, who caught it in one hand.

Tee Bone gazed with admiration at the box.  “A custom Lego version of Deke’s Motorcycle, a Christmas gift from the Braniac.  Sure.  Why not.  I haven’t built Lego since I was a kid!  Might be fun, right?”

Deke slowly got up from his crouching position on the floor.  “Absolutely should be a lot of fun!  Let’s get the Scotch and get building!”


The two were now seated across from each other at a large work table.  In his hands, Deke held the Lego box, while Tee Bone looked on.

“Ready?” asked Deke.  Tee nodded yes, and Deke ripped into the box with glee!  He dumped the contents out on the table.  Before them were a dozen clear plastic baggies, all numbered.

“Did Lego always come like this?” asked Deke.  “When I was a kid, I remember boxes with compartments in them.”

“Me too…” answered Tee Bone.  “But this looks easier.  Do we just start with bag one?”

Deke leafed through the instructions.  “Yeah…looks like it.  Ready to open it?”

“Go for it,” nodded Tee.

With a mighty rip, Deke dumped the contents of the baggie onto the table…and onto the floor.

“Oh, shit,” he moaned.

At that, both men got up out of their seats and began crawling on the ground, picking up little coloured bricks of plastic.

“Wow…this one’s pretty cool,” remarked Tee Bone upon spying a neat little brick with studs on all sides.  “We sure didn’t have this one as kids!” he said.

Deke removed his glasses to have a closer look.  “Wow…that’s cool for sure.  So now you can build sideways as well?”

“I guess!” said Tee as he resumed searching.  “In fact I don’t recognize any of these pieces.  Remember when Lego used to be square bricks?”

“That’s how it always used to be!” answered Deke.  “Square bricks, flat pieces, and some wheels.  That’s all I had?”

“Think this new Lego is too challenging for old guys like us?” asked Tee, somewhat serious.

Deke laughed.  “Nahhh!  We’re grown men who save the world on a regular basis!  We’re not going to be taken down by a Lego set for kids!”

“We won’t make it far if we don’t find all these damn parts!” chided Tee Bone.

The two men searched and searched, and after about 45 minutes, were finally satisfied that they had found every last brick, plate, tile, slope, pin, and wheel.  Tee Bone slowly got to his feet, but his legs were cramped and his eyes were strained.  Deke was in roughly the same condition.  He slowly took his seat, making sure not to twist his back in an uncomfortable (eg: painful) way.

“How come I feel like I’ve gone a round with Tyson, and we haven’t even put two bricks together yet?” asked Deke.  “Lego sure ain’t what it used to be!”

Tee Bone had taken his seat and was now leafing through the instruction booklet.  “I don’t even know what these pieces are!” he exclaimed.  “Look for a red thing with holes on the sides,” he asked.

“There’s a lot of red things with holes in the side,” said Deke as he sifted through a pile.  “In fact there’s a couple different shades of red.  Shoot man, when I was a kid, Lego was red, white, blue, black, green, and yellow.  That was it!  I can’t even tell the dark greys from the light greys…”  He squinted.  “Maybe we should go do something else?”

Tee Bone was startled at the suggestion.  “Deke, this says ‘Ages 18 and up’.  How old are we?”

“Well then you look for the red thing with holes, I’m going to put these two black pieces together, like it shows in the instructions,” responded Deke.

Tee Bone shook his head.  “Deke!  Step one, and we already got it wrong.  See, there’s two different black ones there…a left slope and a right slope.  You grabbed the left, but it’s supposed to be the right.  Right?”

Deke squinted again.  “Shit.  This Lego is hard, dude!”

“Don’t tell Brainiac!  Whatever you do, don’t tell Brainiac.  He puts this stuff together while writing articles and making videos at the same time!”  Tee Bone made it clear that he was serious.  His face spoke of severe consequences if Brainiac ever discovered they were having such a hard time.

“Put on a record,” answered Deke.  “Let’s make our pain less…painful.”

Tee Bone chuckled, selected a record, and set the needle on the last track.  “Hee hee,” he mock-chuckled as he tip-toed back to his chair.  Helix blasted through the speakers.

“Bangin’ off-a-the bricks!” belted out Brian Vollmer from the turntable.

Deke gave Tee Bone a deadpan look.  “Seriously?”

Tee Bone laughed.  “Too much?”

“Yeah, and don’t put on ‘Another Brick in the Wall’ next, wise guy!” answered Deke as Tee Bone went to go change the record.

Tee Bone selected something else instead, an album that would remind both of their younger days.  Kiss Alive rested on the platter, and the needle dropped.

“Perfect, the hottest band in the land!” shouted a re-invigorated Deke.  “Let’s kick this Lego’s ass!”  The two high fived each other and got to work.


Three Days Later…

Tee Bone was passed out on the couch.  Deke, in his favourite armchair.  On their work table in the middle of the room stood an impressive sight:  a perfectly built Lego Ultimate Collector’s Series custom Flying Motorcyle, just like the real thing in the garage at the Palace.  They did it.  It took three days, two bottles of Scotch, four pizzas, six Dekeburgers, twenty chicken wings, and the entire discographies of Kiss and Van Halen (1978-1996 only), but they did it.  Now, they slept like babies, exhausted from their work.

Deke’s computer suddenly rang, waking up the superhero from his well-deserved slumber.  He creaked upwards and stumbled towards his desk.  With a touch of the mouse, he answered a video call.

“Hello?” he asked, as his blurry eyes slowly focused.  “Brainiac?  What are you doing calling at…1:00 am??”

Brainiac was on the screen, smiling but puzzled.  “What?  1:00 am?  What are you…oh…Deke…you’ve got your watch on upside down.  It’s 7:00 pm.”

“Oh!  Yeah I knew that,” said Deke trying to cover for himself.  “What’s up?”

“I was just calling to check in, see if you found out anything about Moustachio’s whereabouts…oh hey!  There’s the Lego motorcycle!  Holy shit, it looks great Deke!  How much fun was that to make, eh?”

Deke stumbled over his words.  “Yeah it was really…awesome!  Tee Bone was saying, he…loved doing Lego…and, yeah!”

“…Great!” answered a puzzled Brainiac.  “Well I can see you guys have a lot going on, so I’ll let you get back to it.  So nothing on Moustachio yet?”

Deke was happy to change the subject.  “No, I’m sorry to say, we don’t know what happened to him.  My working theory is that he got sucked through a portal of some kind.  To where…and how…I couldn’t begin to fathom.  I can tell you this goes far beyond anything in our known physics.”  He took a deep breath.  “Sorry man.  We’re not quitting until we find him.”

“I know, you’re good guys.” sighed Brainiac.  “Alright, well, I gotta run, Leafs are losing and Jen’s not happy, so I better go get her some coffee.  You know how it is.  Say hi to Tee for me!”

Brainiac signed off, and Deke breathed a sigh of relief.  He turned in his chair to notice Tee Bone was also awake.

“Thanks for not blowing it to the Brainiac, Deke!  I thought for sure I was going to have to stun you,” smiled Tee Bone.

“Hah-hah,” deadpanned Deke.  Tee Bone then revealed a stun gun under his cape.  He was indeed serious.  The two exchanged looks.  There was an eerie silence as neither man knew how to react.  Finally, Tee Bone broke the silence and chuckled huge guffaws of laughter.

“Aww, crap!” he said.  “I was only going to stun you on the lowest setting, you know!  Payback for stunning me back when I had the cursed Iron Maiden socks, I guess!  But seriously…if the Brainiac ever finds out it took us three solid days to put that thing together, we will never hear the end of it.  You know it’s true!”

Deke pondered, laughed, and put his friend’s mind at ease.  “Don’t worry man, I’m just as embarrassed as you are.  Let’s get some shuteye and we’ll both feel better in the morning.  You know what’s funny?” asked Deke.

Tee Bone gave him the side-eye and answered, “No…”

“What’s funny is that to guys like Brainiac and Harrison, and children of all ages…Lego is fun!”

“Must be something wrong with all them!” shrugged Tee Bone.  “G’night Deke!”

“G’Night, Tee!”

With that, the two heroes went to their rooms, calling it an early night.  The motorcycle stood proudly in the center of the room, shining like a trophy.  An accomplishment.  Which it was.


Looking for a snack, Ripper the squirrel entered the room.  He spied the motorcycle.  Just his size, he reasoned.  No harm could possibly come from trying it out.  Just sitting on it.  Nobody will know.  Ripper forgot that he was hungry, and ran towards the table.  He gingerly climbed aboard.  Lego reminded him of Moustachio.

A mighty crashing sound, deafening to squirrels and chipmunks alike, didn’t even wake the two slumbering superheroes.  The remains of the motorcycle were strewn all over the floor.

“Squee, squee,” he muttered.  Squirrelese for “Aw, crap.”

And with that, Ripper gathered the pieces, opened the instructions, and began assembling the Lego one more time.

The end.

 


 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

  • Chapter Eighteen:  Shinzon – Origins (By LeBrain)
  • Chapter Nineteen:  Tee Bone Man and Superdekes vs. the Lego (By LeBrain)
  • Chapter Twenty:  The Death of… (By LeBrain) September
  • Chapter Twenty-One:  The Fate of… (By LeBrain) October

 

  • Noirison:  Chapter One (by Holen)
  • The Mole in Rock and Roll Heaven (by 80sMetalMan) TBA
  • Shinzon – Dread and the Fugitive Mind (By Harrison Kopp) TBA
  • Noirison:  Chapter Two (by Holen) TBA

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

 

 

 

The Writer’s Room: Summer Holidays!

Mike sat on the porch, sun beaming down bright, as he prepared for the first Writer’s Room teleconference!  Normally, the guys (except Holen) all met up in a big room to hash out story ideas and pick on Mike.  This time, everybody was meeting from their summer vacation spots.  Mike’s was at the cottage, beneath the trees, with birds and chipmunks alike visiting his quiet space.  He logged in and waited for the others to arrive.

The first to arrive was the aforementioned Holen Magroin.  As usual, his screen was fuzzy, revealing no details.

“Holen!” greeted Mike.  “You’re first.  What’s up man?”

Holen muttered something about a hangover, not quite distinguishable.  Mike could make out a figure fussing with his camera gear, but the image got no clearer.

“Not much is up, how’s life in Canada?  I’m still trying to get Harrison to get these new images for Noirison chapter two.  I have a very specific picture in my mind.  He’s close, but not quite there yet.”

Mike was afraid to ask his next question.  “How many revisions has he done so far?”

“Just seven,” answered Holen.  Mike smacked his head.  Holen was an artist, perhaps more than the others in the group.  It had to be just right.  It was his vision!

As if summoned by an unholy ritual, Harrison was next to arrive in the teleconference.  He was calling in from his car.

“Hello,” he said, his calm Australian demeanor revealing nothing of the seven revisions he finished for Holen.

With a flash, John T. Snow appeared on the screen, on holiday from sunny California!

“Hellooooo!” screamed the Snowman, with white sunscreen on his nose and a drink in hand.  “Welcome to California!”

“Fuck California!” Mike screamed back.  “I mean, welcome John!”

The last two participants emerged:  Aaron from a beach in Port Elgin, and 80’s Metal Man seemingly from a rock club somewhere in the UK!

“Welcome everyone!” Mike announced.  “I have a very important statement to make regarding the future of Tee Bone Man.  Are you ready?”

80s Metal Man plugged his ears as a band was soundchecking, but gave the thumbs up.  Aaron saluted from the beach with a “Wahoo!”  John sipped his drink, Harrison nodded stoically, and nobody knew how Holen responded since he was invisible.

Mike took a deep breath.  “You ready guys?  OK.  Here’s the news.  You all get the rest of the summer off!  All of you except Harrison, that is!”

Harrison was unsurprised and unmoved.

“Summer off?  Wahoo!!” said Aaron.  “Wait…why?”

“Well, we’re so far ahead on stories that we have enough to go for the next couple months!  Harrison just needs the art!  We have 80s Metal Man with his new story about the mole in Rock and Roll Heaven, that will be going up soon.  We have a second chapter of Holen’s Noirison series, written and waiting for art.  Personally, I have written the next three chapters of the Multiverse Saga, and Harrison has been working on the adventures of Moustachio and Shinzon separately from that.  We’re all set!  Enjoy the summer, boys!”

Everybody celebrated in their little teleconference windows!  Everyone but the calm and collected Harrison, and the invisible Holen, who may have been battling with a Kraken.  It was simply impossible to know!

“Are you OK, Harrison?” asked Aaron while building a sand castle.  “You aren’t smiling.”

“Yes I am,” responded Harrison.  “I’m overjoyed to be still working on Lego art this summer.  Can you not tell?”

“No!” responded everyone in unison.

“Enjoy the summer guys!” said Mike as he signed off.

He then leaned back in his chair on the porch.  This summer had not gone according to plan.  It had gone better!  He had shed the kryptonite he had been carrying around for the last year, and emerged a new man.  He smiled.  He looked at the schedule of stories ahead.  He nodded in approval.  Big stories.  Big changes.  Big drama.

Man, the readers will be freaked out when they see who dies!

 

The end.

 


THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

  • Chapter Eighteen:  Shinzon – Origins (By LeBrain)
  • Chapter Nineteen:  Tee Bone Man and Superdekes vs. the Lego (By LeBrain) coming soon
  • Chapter Twenty:  The Death of… (By LeBrain) September
  • Chapter Twenty-One:  The Fate of… (By LeBrain) October

 

  • Noirison:  Chapter One (by Holen)
  • The Mole in Rock and Roll Heaven (by 80sMetalMan) TBA
  • Shinzon – Dread and the Fugitive Mind (By Harrison Kopp) TBA

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

Noirison: Chapter One – A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story (by Holen)

NOIRISON: Chapter One

A Tee Bone Man Multiverse Story

By Holen

A cold breeze blew in from the south, rustling the threads on my coat, and shifting my hat ever so slightly. I never could get used to these damn cold nights. I’d spent my nascent years in Perth, Australia. Anything below 60 was too clammy for my good. Leaving home wasn’t my choice, but when you find yourself running amuck of Johnny Law, it’s best to split like a bum at a railroad inspection. New York City had its charms though. I had a nose for action, and this city kept my nostrils flared.

My name is Harrison Healey. I’m a private eye. I used to work for the force, but Captain Ladano considered my attendance too erratic. Of my many virtues, punctuality was not chief among them. I looked more like a cowboy than a gumshoe. I was tan, tall, handsome, and handy with a weapon. A loaded .45 and a license to carry in all fifty states, not that I was too keen on using it. You needed a heater on these streets though, even if it was full of blanks. But if you used dummies, you’d best be ready for the other guy to call your bluff.

Damn, there’s that breeze again. I was only a few blocks from home. I liked to walk some days, it gave me a chance to sweat out the booze, but the cold was getting to me that night. I decided to light a cigar. But where did I put that lighter? It was right about then that a meaty fist the size of a 10 oz steak appeared in front of my face. It was holding a specialized lighter that read, “John T. Dreyfus Productions.” I looked up at the towering lump of meat standing in front of me. This guy was definitely muscle.

“Want a light?” the giant inquired.

“What’s the catch?” I shot back.

“A few minutes of your time. Mr. Dreyfus wants to see you,” he impatiently spat out.

“I don’t presume to know Mr. Dreyfus, and if it’s all the same to you, tiny, I’ve got a bourbon nightcap and a pillow calling my name at home. Tell him to call my office tomorrow and set up an appointment like a normal person.” With that rebuke, I turned to walk away, but the giant had other plans. The 10 oz steak became a hammer and nailed my stomach up against my spine. I hit the ground like a sack of bricks. My still unlit cigar rolled down the curb into the storm drain.

“It wasn’t so much a question,” a booming voice proclaimed from seemingly miles above me. The hammer came ‘round for a second swing, this time whacking my skull. I tasted blood, saw black, and don’t remember too much for a while after that.

I started to come around in a chair. I had no idea how long I was out, but I wasn’t booze drunk anymore, just punch drunk. I had to stop drinking like that. I should have heard a guy his size coming a mile away. A creep that size probably shook the buildings when he walked.

“Ah! He’s coming around! Good thing too, as this whole affair was beginning to try my patience,” an unfamiliar refined voice declared.

I opened my eyes and got a good look at my surroundings for the first time. I was several stories up in an expensive looking room, full of the tacky kind of furniture that only a despicable amount of wealth could ever corrupt you into believing was fashionable. It was still night, but was it the same night? The giant was lumbering in the corner, and a middle aged man with snow white hair approached me.

“My apologies for the rough stuff. My employees can oftentimes be a bit overzealous, but they’re so effective I find it hard to reprimand them!” Dreyfus decreed with insufferable hubris.

“Well if you don’t, I’d be more than happy too,” I groaned. “I think your boy fractured my skull.”

“Now, now, Mr. Healey. Let’s not be melodramatic. I deal with enough of that from my actors. I’m sure your headache is nothing a drink wouldn’t fix. Pick your poison,” he said, gesturing to the extensive supply of liquor on the wall.

“Bourbon, neat.” I guess the moratorium on drinking would have to wait.

“Ah, a man of taste. I understand that Europeans don’t often drink with ice. Is that true of Australia as well? I for one like to savor every sip. I’m a man of refined tastes, and I want to taste every cent,” Dreyfus chuckled, handed me the bourbon, and then poured a glass for himself. I took a sip, and the pain began to subside.

“Look pal, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have no idea who you are, or what you could possibly want from me,” I said.

“You’ve never heard of John T. Dreyfus Productions? I’ve been a pillar in the film industry for thirty years, by the looks of which is longer than you’ve been alive. Haven’t you ever been to a cineplex?”

“I’m a music guy.”

Dreyfus scoffed.

“Well, it’s impertinent to the matter at hand anyway,” he proclaimed. He took a sip of his bourbon. “Despite all the pageantry, what I desire from you is fairly standard. I’d like to hire you to find somebody.”

“I’m in the phone book, didn’t you think to try that first?” I quipped.

“I’m afraid it was a matter of some urgency, and I’m not accustomed to waiting.”

“All right then. What was so urgent you needed to give me a concussion?” I sarcastically inquired.

“An actress. She’s a newcomer, set to play a starring role in my latest film. This woman is a natural! Talented, and not so hard on the eyes either if you catch my drift. The picture is set to start filming next week, but she hasn’t been to rehearsal in the last three days. No one knows where she is, and I refuse to recast her. I want her in that film, and John T. Dreyfus gets what he wants!” he exclaimed in third person.

“I picked up on that, yes.”

“As I’m sure a man of your intelligence has already concluded, I want you to find her, and bring her to me.”

“What if she doesn’t want to come back?” I barbed.

“Well, I presume a man of your distinguished physical attractiveness should have no trouble convincing any woman of the heterosexual persuasion to follow you anywhere,” he said. I couldn’t tell if it was flattery, or an honest observation. In spite of all my vices, I was good looking.

“Dame got a name?” I asked.

“Savannah Severny. Doesn’t the alliteration just tickle you?”

“No,” I bluntly replied. Dreyfus sighed.

“In any case, here’s her profile shot,” Dreyfus handed me a picture of a beautiful blonde. She was a looker all right, but she had that sadness hidden under the surface. Someone had taken a belt to her too many times as a kid, or maybe no one was there to do it at all. Another broken beauty.

Dreyfus interrupted my thoughts saying, “And then there’s the matter of your pay. How does $500 a day suit you?”

It sounded good, great even. Business had been on a downward slide for months, but I wasn’t about to tell him so. I flashed a sour look.

“$750. How about that?” Dreyfus offered.

“Plus expenses,” I added.

“Well, naturally.”

I bit my lip and tried to hide my smirk. This wasn’t a parsimonious man. His po ckets clearly ran as deep as his influence. Still, something about him rubbed me the wrong way. Those rich producer types always had ties of which I never wanted to be associated. But at the end of the day, I couldn’t hide from the ugly naked truth, I needed the money.

“All right, I’ll take your case,” I agreed.

“Excellent,” Dreyfus opened a drawer and produced several bills. “Here’s a two day advance. Keep me updated on any progress.” He shook my hand with his right hand, and handed me the bills with his left. I stood up to leave, shot the muscle a quick glance of defiant bemusement, and walked towards the door.

“One more thing,” Dreyfus quickly said. I slowly turned, inadvertently betraying my annoyance.

“Forgive me, dear boy. I’m afraid I’m rather unschooled in the fine art of brevity. But seeing as you seem to have a proclivity towards impetuosity, I’d say we make quite a pair,” Dreyfus wryly remarked.

I stared in waiting.

“A bit of dry humor. Perhaps, misplaced. I’m afraid I mistook my audience, and mistook you for a risible man,” he conceded.

“What is it?” I said curtly, finally losing all patience. Briefly, I caught a sinister glance cast out of Dreyfus’ eyes. It was only a fraction of a second, then he quickly composed himself. This man was definitely a professional.

“Confidentiality is something I hold sacred. From now on, I’d like you to refer to me in all communications and in any notes you may take for this case by a false name. You are to refer to me as Snow. Understood?”

“I think I can manage.”

“Good. On your way then.”

On my way then. The ink hadn’t even dried on our deal and already I was like one of his lackeys. I rode the elevator down to the ground level, questions spinning on my mind. Why me? A man of his financial stature could afford anybody to find this broad. Why’d he employ the services of my crummy dime store operation? Maybe he had looked in the phonebook. Everyone flips to the middle anyway, and my name is right around that area. The c-notes in my pocket helped to pacify my restless mind. I wasn’t sure how I’d find this Savannah lady, but I had a good idea of who I should ask first. Before I saw him, I had to stop by a gas station for a few tallboys.


I slid into T-Bone’s, a local jazz club and found a table near the back. The guy I was looking for was up onstage, a guitarist known only by the name Holen. He was an esteemed player. Everyone knew of him, but no one knew what he looked like. He was an invisible man, sharp-dressed, but tough to discern out of context. He lived for his instrument, it was the only thing in the world that brought him happiness. That and any kind of liquor he could get down his gullet. Hence the cold tall boys in my coat.

I sat there and watched his set. I decided to have a cigar, but remembered I didn’t have a light. It was just gonna be one of those nights. Holen took his solo, then a bow, and made a predictable beeline for the bar. I met him there, tallboys still frosty in my coat. Sweat still dripping from his invisible brow, Holen turned in his barstool towards my direction.

“Harrison Healey. To what do I owe this undoubtedly dubious pleasure?” Holen exhaustedly proffered.

“A little sloppy tonight weren’t you?” I ribbed.

“It was our third set! I’m getting the shakes. And you know I never drink before or during a performance,” he spit back.

“I might find that impressive if those weren’t the only times you aren’t nursing a drink.”

“Speaking of, why don’t you cut to the chase so I can get straight to it? I got a date with the demon rum.”

“I need some information,” I said bluntly.

“Of course you do. You ever think about just making a social call?” he jested.

“I’m not the social type, Holen. Tell me everything you know about this broad,” I extended the picture out to him.

“What’s in it for me?” he grunted. I produced the tallboys.

“They were out of Mickey’s big mouth cases. I figured these would do,” I ribbed.

“Well, that’s a start. Her name’s Crystal. Well, probably not, but that’s what they call her. She dances over at the Two-Bit strip joint off of 10th street. You hurry, you might catch the end of her show.”

“I heard her name’s Savannah.”

“It probably is, but that’s not what they call her down there.”

“You sure it’s her?” I pressed.

“Yes. That’s not the type of dame you mistake for somebody else.”

“Thanks. Take it easy there, Holen. I could almost hear your liver crying above your guitar.”

“I never stop ‘til I’m three sheets to the wind. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

I patted him on the back and proffered a simple, “Do as you will.”

“I intend to,” he quipped back.

Holen was certainly a character. The tosspot took the piss out of everything and everybody. There was something about him I admired though. He’d found his niche and was content indulging his vices nightly. I took leave of T-Bone’s and set out for the strip joint. Luckily for me, it was only a few blocks away. I checked the time, it was a quarter to four. I’d better get moving if I wanted to catch Savannah.

I hastened my pace. The exertion helped subdue the cold. I made good time, and saw several girls being escorted out of the strip club by what had to be the bouncer. I snuck back in the lot behind the place. I didn’t feel like having another confrontation with a brainless brawn. Standing out of sight, I perused the shadowy figures, looking for one that resembled Savannah. No such luck yet. I saw a dark silhouette about to turn the corner, and then felt a heavy object strike the back of my dome with extreme force. So much for avoiding another head injury…

TO BE CONTINUED…


THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA 

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

  • Chapter Eighteen:  Shinzon – Origins (By LeBrain)
  • Chapter Nineteen:  Tee Bone Man and Superdekes vs. the Lego (By LeBrain) coming soon
  • Chapter Twenty:  The Death of… (By LeBrain) September
  • Chapter Twenty-One:  The Fate of… (By LeBrain) October

 

  • Noirison:  Chapter One (by Holen)
  • The Mole in Rock and Roll Heaven (by 80sMetalMan) TBA
  • Shinzon – Dread and the Fugitive Mind (By Harrison Kopp) TBA

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

THE WRITER’S ROOM

 

 

The Adventures of Tee Bone Man: Shinzon – Origins

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN
PHASE TWO: THE MULTIVERSE SAGA


Chapter Eighteen:  Shinzon – Origins

 ONE YEAR AGO…in hell…

Harrison, Tee Bone and Superdekes had defeated the Devil and were now signing his autograph book.  Harrison, however, had some reservations.

“Wait a minute,” he asked. “How do I know I’m not signing my soul over to you?”

Satan laughed. “Look, I may be the Devil, but the rules of contracts are very specific. For me to take your soul via a signed contract, the contract must be clear and understood by all parties. You signed my autograph book, that’s all. Look, check out page three.” The Devil magically flipped to the correct page. “That’s Elvis…”

Relieved, Harrison smiled and signed the book gingerly.  The Devil snapped his fingers and the three heroes began to fade.

“Bye guys…” waved Harrison to the other two. They both waved back as all three disappeared, leaving the Devil alone with his new treasures.

Moments later, the Devil snapped his long-nailed fingers again, and summoned an attendant.

“Did you get the DNA sample from the pen?” asked Satan.

“Yes, Great Satan.  A good sampling of the Australian’s DNA has been captured.  We are beginning the preservation process.”

“Good.  Good.  Not your soul, young Australian…just your genes!  Our buyer will send payment as soon as we confirm the DNA is intact.  And to think those hero fools now believe I was after their autographs!  A little Australian DNA, and it is money in the bank.”

Satan laughed.  Winning always made him laugh.


The following day, in space…

Darth Tyranus was a stranger in a strange land.  This was not his land.  This was not his life.  The last thing he remembered, Anakin Skywalker had defeated him in combat.  He lost both his hands to a lightsaber and was about to lose his head.  And then…and then…

And then he was summoned.  Plucked, rather, from his own timeline.  His own universe.  His own life.  He was freed from one master, only to serve a new one.  One with the power to skip through universes like a child skips through a puddle of water, and take what he wants without consequence or care.

And now, he waited, over one of the moons of Bogden, his new mechanical hands clenching in leather gloves.

This universe was an interesting one.  There were no Sith.  There were no Jedi.  Until now, there was no Tyranus.  There was an actor, named Christopher Lee, from a planet called Earth, who played a character called Tyranus.  But Tyranus did not exist here.  Not until his new master sent him.

Just as his universe was unique, split into dark and light, this one too was unique.  In this universe, super beings protected the innocent.  Darkness struggled to penetrate this universe, with its guardians ready to defend at any moment.  New ones were appearing almost regularly now.  Something had to be done.

Tyranus checked his chronometer.  His contact from the underworld would be here soon.  Tyranus was brought to this universe for a specific reason:  cloning.  His years of expertise, manipulating the Clone Wars, made him ideal for this job.  His master had provided him with cloning cylinders, and a Kaminoan lab.  In his time in this universe, Tyranus had studied its heroes and villains.  He had chosen allies to serve him.  His goal was simple.  His master had made it clear:  eliminate the heroes.  Especially the Earth heroes.

Especially Tee Bone Man.

And so he studied and studied.  He put elements in play like pieces in chess.  With his gift of foresight, he was able to see in advance the alliances these heroes would make.  He could interfere and manipulate events to set them in his favour.

The DNA sample would be here soon.  Then all would begin to unfold.

Perfectly on time, Satan’s envoy was arriving.  His craft was a saucer-shaped ship with a dome on top, and landing gear below.  It landed a short distance away, and a ramp slowly lowered in front.  Tyranus straightened his cape.  This was his first meeting with an envoy from Hell in person.

From out the flying saucer came a tattooed man with no shirt, ripped pants, and a skewed baseball cap.

“Duuuuuuuuude!” said the tattooed man.

“You may address me as Lord Tyranus,” he answered gruffly.  “You are Satan’s envoy?”

“Yeah dude!” said the man as he approached, package in hand.  “I’ve been Satan’s envoy since the Shout at the Devil album in 1983!  Payment received, and he said to give you this!”

He handed Tyranus a small, sealed, metal box.  The older man took it, waved a hand over a surface, and the box opened.  Inside was a ball-point pen.  He sealed the box once more with another wave.  He summoned a Kaminoan attendant, who took the box away.

“Well done,” he said to the tattooed man.  “You may tell your master Satan to continue his business, but to expect to be summoned again when needed.”  The tattooed man just looked back at him with a stupid grin on his face.

Tyranus had no patience.  “Your name!” he demanded.

“Dude, it’s me, Tommy Lee!” said the Motley Crue drummer gleefully.

“Get out of my sight, Lee!  Give your master my message.  And put on a tunic.”

“A what??”

“A shirt you fool!”  Tyranus lashed out, amplifying his voice with the Force.  With that, Tommy Lee hightailed it out of there.

Tyranus considered to himself what he had achieved this day.  “All is going according to plan.  The Australian was to be their greatest ally.  When I replace him with an evil clone, then Tee Bone Man and Superdekes will never achieve the power they are destined.”  He laughed.  His new master was much more powerful than his old.  He was all but doomed before, betrayed by Darth Sidious and maimed by Skywalker.  Here, he had a new start.

He just needed to ensure that Tee Bone Man was not his next Skywalker.


At that exact moment last year, in Australia…

Harrison Holden, otherwise known as El Moustachio, was rubbing a sore thumb.  There was a sharp piece of plastic on the edge of the pen that he used to sign his autograph back in Hell.  He thought little of it at the time, but after a hard day of assembling Lego pieces, it was starting to bother him.

He applied a bandage to his Australian thumb.  “Ah, my boomerang thumb,” he thought to himself.  No boomerang classes tomorrow for him!

He was excited by his new friendship with the Canadian lads, Tee Bone Man and Superdekes.  They sure did have a good time saving the world.  He hoped it was not their last adventure.

A chill went up his spine.  What was that?  He shivered.  It was…cold…foreboding.

“Better get to bed,” he thought.  He played some Blaze Bayley through his headphones – Alive in Poland – and tucked himself in to bed.  As always, he made one wish at bedtime.

“I wish for more adventures with Superdekes and Tee Bone Man!  And maybe a cool pet that could fit inside a satchel.”

With that, he was off to sleep.  He had no idea that on a distant world, he had just been cloned!


Months after…

Tyranus watched events unfold on Earth.  The heroes were gaining strength.  They had brought into their fold now a wealthy but foolish man named Snow, with resources enough to fund the heroes’ every need.  Tee Bone Man and Superdekes were gaining in might and knowledge faster than anticipated.  Superdekes in particular was making leaps and bounds of progress on the technological side.

Today, that would end.  His Australian clone had advance-aged to perfectly match the original.  Today was the day to open the cloning cylinder.

The plan had unfolded perfectly.  Satan provided them with a flawless, clean Australian DNA sample.  It was not much, just enough for one clone.  Tyranus only needed one clone.  All they had to do was turn on the evil gene.  A simple task for the Kaminoan cloners.  Turning on the evil gene was in fact the easiest thing to do in all of cloning.

It was time.  Tyranus made his way through winding corridors, to the cloning lab.  The metal doors whooshed open, and two tall-necked Kaminoans were diligently preparing the clone for his arrival.

“Have you opened the cylinder?” he asked.

“Not without you present, my master,” answered the first wide-eyed Kaminoan.

“Do it,” he commanded with relish.

Before them, a shining silvery cloning tube opened, with a rush of steam and the hiss of a broken seal.  They waited for the mist to clear, to get a good look at this Australian clone they had just created.

There it lay, eyes closed, but breathing.  A perfect duplicate of El Moustachio.  Indistinguishable.  Its hair was long, brown, silky, straight and smooth.  Just like the original.  Flawless.  Blemish-free in every way.

“Wait…wait…something is wrong,” said Tyranus.  The room fell eerie silent as the Kaminoans froze, waiting.  “Where is its moustache?” thundered the Sith lord.

A timid Kaminoan answered meekly.  “I am sorry, my master.  The DNA sample was uncontaminated, but the original donor had such strong moustache genes.  These strong moustache genes are extraordinarily complex and must be duplicated with exact precision, or the gene remains recessive.  There simply wasn’t enough donor DNA present in the sample to do it.”

The Sith lord closed one mechanical hand into a fist.

“This…will simply not do.  Do you understand?”

The Kaminoan looked down.  “Yes, master.”

There was a flash of a red lightsaber blade, and an alien head hit the ground with a sickening thud.  Tyranus strode out of the chamber with a furious twirl of his cape.  The remaining Kaminoan stayed still and quiet.

The clone awakened in its cylinder.  It rubbed its eyes.

“Who am I?  Where am I?  I feel…evil!” said the clone in a flawless Western Australian accent.

“You, sir, are the worst clone I ever made,” answered the Kaminoan.  “You are fortunate that the evil gene took hold, otherwise he might find you completely worthless.  Your cloning was a failure, and I will give you a deserving name for such a shamelessly poor clone:  Shinzon.”

The cloned looked taken aback by all this information, but being evil, nor having seen Star Trek: Nemesis, did not care very much.

“Shinzon…I like it.  Henceforth I shall be known as Shinzon.  I have a terrible urge to eat cabbage and build things out of Lego.  Is this normal?” asked the clone.

“For you, yes it is.  We have prepared a feast of cabbage for your arrival, though you certainly do not deserve it, for your failure to grow a moustache.”

“Can’t I just wear a fake moustache?” asked Shinzon.

The Kaminoan simply laughed.  “You can’t fake a good moustache.”


More months later…

“Looks like we’re going to Romania,” mused Deke.  Tee Bone Man, Deke and Harrison were at it again:  trying to save the world from the evil plots and schemes of the Great Satan himself.  The devil needed something, and our boys were not about to let him have it!

“What are we going to do with the Infernum record?” questioned Tee Bone Man.  “It would be foolish to take it with us.”

“I think the safest place for it is in El Moustachio’s hands,” Deke said, nodding to Harrison.

The Australian nodded back and surreptitiously put it in his bag. “I’ll defend it with my life,” El Moustachio avowed.

“Hopefully it won’t come to that,” Tee Bone said with a smile. “But we really have to be going now.”

“Of course. Good luck,” Harrison replied, with a wave as Deke fired up his motorbike. The two accelerated down the road, before shortly taking flight and disappearing into the atmosphere as Harrison watched on.  The Australian then set off for his house, but a feeling of unease set over him.  A chill went up and down his back.  Suddenly an image flashed into his mind.  As clear as day, he could see it!  Goosebumps raised on his arms as he could see in his mind’s eye, a mirror.  In front of that mirror he stood, solemn and alone.  But the face staring back at him wasn’t his.  Or, rather, it was — but cleanly shaven, baby smooth, like some bizarre anti-Harrison.

Harrison shook it off, as he entered his home once again.  “That was so strange.  I would never shave off my moustache.  But that felt so…real!”

His squirrel friend Ripper greeted him at the door, the perfect pet for fitting into a satchel, but Harrison was distracted by this strange vision that he simply could not explain.


That day, in Tyranus’ throne room…

“It is time, Lord Tyranus.  I believe Shinzon is ready to be the agent of evil that you need on Earth,” said the Kaminoan.

Tyranus sat on his throne and considered this.

“He could not even grow a moustache!  And you want me to send this Shinzon of yours to Earth anyway?” mocked Tyranus bitterly.  All those resources spent…wasted…on this moustache-less mockery that calls itself Shinzon.”

“Yes, mi’lord,” answered the Kaminoan.  “I believe he is ready to prove himself.”

Tyranus considered this.  He placed a gloved hand upon his white beard and stroked.

“Very well.  Send him in.  I will test him, myself.”

With that the Kaminoan summoned the moustache-less Australian to the throne room.  Moments later, Shinzon stood before his master, hair silky smooth and freshly perfect.

“You summoned me, Lord Tyranus?” bowed Shinzon.

“Yes.  Have you been been informed of the mission that you have been suggested to lead?” asked a sceptical Tyranus.

“I have, my lord,” answered the clone.  “I am ready.”

Suddenly Tyranus lunged forward.  “Then prove it!”  His red lightsaber ignited, and missed Shinzon by two hairs, as he ducked just in time out of the way, and rolled across the floor.

Shinzon was on the ground now with Tyranus swiftly moving in his direction.  “Prove that you are worthy to serve me!” barked the Sith lord as he threw his lightsaber at Shinzon like a boomerang.

The clone rolled away again and laughed.  Standing, he drew his own boomerang.  “You’ll have to do better than that, Tyranus.  I’m an Australian clone!”  He hurled his boomerang with a mighty right, but Tyranus dissected the projectile with his lightsaber.

“Boastful, arrogant and foolish!” taunted Tyranus.  “Show me your anger!  Show me your hate!  Use them!”

Shinzon gritted his teeth and focused on the pain.  The pain of rejection from this man, this evil entity called Tyranus.  Faster than the eye could see, he drew a blaster.  He fired the sidearm in a blur, but Tyranus easily deflected the blast.

“Good…your hate is making your powerful!  Now, strike the killing blow!” instructed Tyranus.

This time Shinzon pushed a button on his chest and activated a light.  An intense, blinding light that took Tyranus by surprise.  He covered his eyes too late, deactivating his lightsaber, but temporarily blinded.  It took him a second, thanks to the shock of pain in his eyes, but he reached out with the Force — too late.  Shinzon was already at his neck with a blade and a blaster at his temple.

“Check, mate!” said Shinzon.

“Stalemate,” countered Tyranus.  He blinked as sight started to return.  His lightsaber hilt was at Shinzon’s head.  It was stalemate indeed.   Each combatant slowly disarmed and backed off.

“Good.  Good…you have passed this test, Shinzon.  You may yet prove your worth.  Go to Earth.  Be instructed well.  You are not to confront or interfere with Tee Bone Man and Superdekes.  If you alert them to our existence, then all will be for nothing.   I do not trust you:  I trust no-one who cannot grow a moustache, you failed clone,” warned Tyranus.

“To be fair mi’lord, it is turning out that he is remarkably evil, and quite good at all things Australian.  He will blend in on Earth just as well as the original,” said the Kaminoan attendant.

Tyranus stood dismissively.  “Assign Shinzon to one of the lesser heroes.  The Van Heelin’ woman, perhaps.  Perhaps…perhaps we can use her, in our plans against Tee Bone Man and Superdekes, if he is capable.”

“It shall be done, mi’lord,” said the Kaminoan.  Shinzon nodded his agreement.

“Good.  Contact Satan.  Get him to send his envoy once more, to bring Shinzon to Earth.  Give him access to all the technological resources, from every universe, that we have.”

The Kaminoan nodded its long neck and left the room.  Shinzon lingered a moment, glaring at Tyranus, before turning and exiting.

Tyranus sat, rather satisfied with himself.  Sending Shinzon to deal with the Van Heelin’ woman might serve one purpose, but if Shinzon could figure out a way to manipulate her against Tee Bone Man, then perhaps this cloning misadventure was not the waste that it appeared to be.


Earth.  Present Day.

Tee Bone Man and Superdekes were concerned.  Deep furrows of worry had formed in Superdekes’ face.  Tee Bone Man was constantly rubbing the bridge of his nose where headaches liked to go.  They were only beginning to connect the dots.  Through their mutual friend Mike the Brainiac, Tee Bone and Superdekes had made contact with another superhero on the west coast named Edie Van Heelin’.  While they successfully formed an alliance, it also brought Tee Bone and Deke into a larger world.  They had just become aware that evil powers from several levels higher than any they had dealt with before were now actively seeking to destroy them both.

They did not know much.  Deke had scribbled charts and diagrams on sheets of paper scattered on his desk.  Everything seemed to lead to a dead end.  The biggest lead they had was this Shinzon character.

Neither Deke nor Tee Bone Man had dealt with him directly, but Van Heelin’ and Brainiac had.  Shinzon had access to technology seemingly from the future, and he definitely reported to a higher power.  A higher power that had yet to reveal itself.  They also knew that Tommy Lee had allied himself as a lacky of Shinzon, and could not be trusted.  To be on the side of caution, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil and John 5 were all also considered compromised.

“Think we should call it a night, Deke?” yawned Tee Bone.

“Yeah buddy, I don’t think we’re going to wrap up this case tonight.  There’s definitely a ‘Big Bad’ at the end of all this.  And that entity is definitely more than meets the eye.  That’s about all I can surmise at this moment.  Not very reassuring, I know,” yawned Deke in return.

“We do have this,” added Tee Bone as he tucked his glasses away and pulled a piece of paper from a shirt pocket.  “I’ve asked some friends of ours if they’d be willing to join the fight.  Join the Northern Lights.  Here’s the list of respondents.”  He handed Deke the paper, who peered down over his glasses.

“Wow…big names here.  Max the Axe…Bernard the Knight…King of the Sharks…Kevin the Mars Man…Snowman on financial support…Jex Rambo…the Durling Foundation…Brainiac…and Common Knowledge?  What’s he on this list for!?”

“Sorry, I accidentally copied him on the email chain.  He said yes, but I told him we were already full up!”

“Hah,” said Deke.  “Good call, if it was down to him or me, well, he’d be all yours pal!”  They both laughed at Tee Bone’s mis-sent email.  “There’s one name missing from this list,” added Deke with a somber tone.  “El Moustachio.”

Tee Bone looked down.

“Whereabouts still unknown.  I know he’d be with us if he could be.  Which is what concerns me the most.  He’d be here…which means he’s really in big trouble.”

Deke nodded in sad agreement.  “Are all these people on this list looking for him too?”

Tee Bone answered in affirmative.  “All but Max the Axe.  He’s looking for a new VCR.  Probably for the better.  We need to keep him at arm’s length or next thing you know, we’ll forget what we were all doing in the first place.”  Tee Bone paused a moment before they retired for the night.  “Listen…as impressive as some of the names on that list are…we’re going to need more.  I don’t know where to find them.  It was Shinzon’s blunder that put us in contact with Edie Van Heelin’ in the first place.  If there are other heroes in this universe, we’re going to need to find them ourselves.”

“Agreed,” said Deke.  “Strength in numbers.”

“We got the touch, we got the power,” said Tee Bone with a fist bump.  “G’night.”


Space.

Shinzon was aboard his personal spaceship, about to meet with Tyranus face to face for the first time since leaving the moons of Bogden.  Though he was always calm and stoic on his exterior, his insides were boiling in fear.  Tyranus would not be happy, for Shinzon had failed him.  Again.

Tyranus always saw him as a mistake, an abomination, garbage that should have been disposed of.   And this could be time for Tyranus to do just that.

His assignment was to set Van Heelin’ against Tee Bone Man and destroy them both.  Instead, he had created an alliance between them.  The worst possible outcome for Shinzon.  It was really all the Brainiac’s fault; the one factor nobody considered.  And Shinzon would have his revenge on the Brainiac.  It will come.

He thought a moment.  “What if…what if I simply…don’t go back to Bogden?  What if I don’t report back to Tyranus?  My chances are better in space, than with him.  Let him deal with Tee Bone and Van Heelin’ himself.  See how easy he finds it.”

Studying his starcharts, he made a choice.  With that, he changed course.

“Mars.  The Martians are not sympathetic to Tee Bone Man.  I’ll lay low on Mars for a while before I make my next move.”

An uncertain future ahead, Shinzon headed back to the Sol system.  It was not his home, yet it was.  On Mars he would be a stranger in a strange land once again.  But at least he would be free from Tyranus’ yoke.

For now.

The end.

 


THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE ONE – THE SQUIRREL SAGA

THE ADVENTURES OF TEE BONE MAN:  PHASE TWO – THE MULTIVERSE SAGA

  • Chapter Eighteen:  Shinzon – Origins (By LeBrain)
  • Noirison Part One (By Holen) Coming soon
  • The Mole in Rock and Roll Heaven (by 80sMetalMan) TBA
  • Shinzon – Dread and the Fugitive Mind (By Harrison Kopp) TBA
  • The Death of… (By LeBrain) TBA
  • The Fate of… (By LeBrain) TBA

 

THE COMPLETE ADVENTURES OF EDIE VAN HEELIN’

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