Fast 92

The Fastest Man Alive

Fast 92

By BigTofu

Sera Auguste

Tucking her arm in with her shoulder slamming into the face of the Wendigo, the booster on her back flared brightly shooting Sera upwards. This was perfect as it brought her into the range of the beast’s maw. The bolter pistol in her grasp aimed true and with a solid double boom. The beast’s lower jaw was blasted off along with one of its clawed limbs.

With a solid whoosh, Sera flew upwards a solid twenty-plus feet while swapping her bolter handgun for her power sword.

“AAAYYEEAAAHHH!” Sera roared before coming down with her power sword and removing the head from the Wendigo. The body started to burn as it fell into a pile of ash. Then her sword was held high above her head, the energy charging through it and shining like a bright star, “For the EMPEROR!”

The clouds turned grey and rumbled before a massive bolt of lightning shot downwards at her sword. With a swift movement of her arm, Sera pointed her sword towards the scattered mass of Wendigo’s within her sight. “SMITE THE HERETIC! SMITE THE UNCLEAN! SMITE THE CURSED! BURN UNDER THE WRATH OF MY EMPEROR!”

Benjamin Blake

Pandora’s Emperor

Everyone watched the hologram in the middle of the United Nations room while my people did the work.

*CLAP*

Bringing my hands together hard, I caught everyone’s attention. “Now that my men are taking care of this I will see myself out.” I turned to go but it looked like that just wasn’t in the cards.

“You will halt, sir,” The French Priminister called out in smooth French with a bang on his hand onto the desk. “There is still a list of things for you to answer for.”

Turning around, I gave him a raised brow, then looked at each of their faces. “And how do you plan to stop me from leaving, by personal might or by sacrificing the soldiers around the room?” I asked with a hand motion towards the soldiers who all shared worried looks. My Spartans took a threatening step forward, but I raised a hand, then lowered, a command telling them to back up. I snorted, “No, there is nothing you have or can do to stop me from leaving: no personal power and no economic might since my Empire doesn’t depend on the world for its trade. Not even the threat of your nukes can keep me here for they pale in comparison to the weapons my ships overhead could field during any battle.”

That brought the German Delegate up short as she paled; even the American and Chinese delegates stopped what they were about to say and looked up.

Standing from my throne, I walked over and stood before the French Priminister, “So, I ask again, what power do you have to hold me here? You lack the currency to pay me with your country in debt. You lack the might to delay my leaving, you lack all of the necessary qualifications to even be seated at the same table as one such as myself.” As I spoke and laid forth his many deficiencies, a spartan opened the portal back to Pandora.

The French Minister puffed himself up as he got red in the face, “I’m in charge here and I say that you will stay for the rest of these proceedings.”

Bringing a hand up, I laid it on the Prime Minister’s shoulder. “Do you feel in charge?”

“You are on French Soil, sovereign lands.” The French Minister replied with a gulp.

With a sigh, I went from laying a hand on his shoulder to slightly squeezing his jaw, “And you think this gives you power over me.”

With a disdainful snort, I let him go as I twisted around on the spot, my cape doing a dramatic flourish with my movements.

Walking to the portal as the tension and silence ramped higher and higher in the room, I stopped just before it. I turned to look at each of their faces. “Your status as leaders of this planet died the moment that I sat upon my throne. I’ve allowed this farce to happen because inevitably the world would join my Empire in time, don’t force me to expedite that timetable.”

I then stepped through my portal home and ensured they could still hear me. “Can’t even leave the planet’s gravity well and you expect me to stay on your level, pathetic.”

Without looking back, the portal closed as my ambassador stepped through to the other side behind me. I had better things to do with my time and I could just go over the summary later. With a smile and a step, I was at the school with just a rustle of the wind. Looking around for a second or two, I smiled at the sight of flowing water suspended over the concrete by an anti-gravity system allowing the Atlantians of my empire to have the freedom to the surface world.

Every twenty feet or so was an anti-gravity ring that stabilized the surging currents that flowed all around the courtyards. With a wave of the hand, I dismissed the large contingent of guards following behind me down to only two as I walked through the school campus.

“Hi, Emperor Blake,” A kid with a wife and with green hair and pointed ears called out . There was a shimmer of air around her location, then she was off like a shot with a little bit of sparkle and rainbows left in her wake.

With a chuckle, I just waved her on without saying much else as I continued my journey through the campus. As I walked, I received a few more good mornings and hi’s, all returned since I wasn’t an asshole. This continued until I reached the main admin building and walked my way to the Head Mistresses Office.

With a smile and wave, I walked right by the secretary and into Ororo’s office, I found that she was on the phone. So it was a lot easier to just take a seat and wait, which I did. I also found the latest issue of Meta-Human Today; a few of the articles caught my eye. There was a comprehensive article on keeping various types of wings clean and healthy. There were also articles on the different types of metaphysical abilities, their subtypes, and even how to recognize the signs.

Honestly, I was loving it, even the parts on how to recognize the different mutations your body might go through. It was things like these I was coming to love about my nation. The thing was even though I was leading an Empire, I was born an American so I carried a lot of those values with me. I didn’t want to fuck things up the way the politicians did. I could recognize where my nation needed a firm hand but also knew to keep myself only relegated to state craft. So things like Meta-human Today or little shows and restaurants appeared without my having to push forward the idea.

It helps affirm that my choices were very worth it. So much that I have to do, yet so little I can do without making it appear like overt action.

As I swapped from one magazine to the next, I started to notice the trend. Fashion was united both on land and under the sea. Some magazines could be read underwater, there were even magazines that could be read at high speeds. I even found one showing off amazing sights around the Empire and how to reach the locations. A lot of them could be reached via flight, some through portals, a couple you had to be fast to get there and some were just plain underwater, and even the rebreathing apparatus couldn’t let you see the sight because of the reflective dome around your head.

This was just amazing, the culture was taking off all on its own. I was rather enjoying myself since I didn’t get much time to relax and today was one of those few days, but all things had to come to an end as I noticed Ororo wrapping up her phone call. WIth a burst of speed, I went through the last three magazines and had to make a note to self to see what else might have developed around here while I wasn’t looking. It would be amazing if we were able to come up with a sport. Although, I might have to cheat and create something like the Avatars Pro-bending league. Powers were so varied along with body types, It would be too much to just create all those sports and divisions when I could just use a template to have everyone fit except the crazy outliers. Plus, it was still basically a knock-off platform type at the end of the day. If I could sort that with a certain number of players on each side with a smart ball launcher system instead of a rock disc, I could possibly create a solution everyone could get behind.

Super strength and speed would amount to nothing if you were in a ring with limited radios. Hmm as I think about it for a few more hyper seconds, I might need to give speed, strength, and irregular body types their own division.

It would really suck to be the person who got in a ring to face little Sarah not knowing the girl could fold a truck in half. Or face someone like Oswald not knowing the fat bastard can run for hours on end with a cruising speed of a little over six hundred miles per hour. Would also need to deal with the obvious cheating by getting a telepath on the team and cheating that way.

With a chuckle and a flick of my wrist, I put my notepad away as I returned to normal speed and time. As I closed out the note functions on my omni-tool, Ororo finished up with her call. Her hands ran across the keyboard in front of her for a few seconds, then she gave a nod at the screen once she was finished. Pushing herself away from the desk, Ororo stood and walked over to the serving station to get herself something, “Tea?”

I shook my head at the question, “Water is fine.” I replied easily.