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    KinSlayer's Legend of FireStorm story

    The Legend of FireStorm

    Chapter One: Discovery

    The night was young, and the sky was perfectly clear. Only a couple of airplanes landing and taking off from the nearby airport could be seen in the night’s sky. The countryside was very dark, as there were no lights, except the ones from the nearby town of Gifford, and from a large building on the outskirts of the town, which is from where Dave had just left.

    He was driving home from work along a country road, thinking about a strange object that had mysteriously appeared in his garden. He wondered how it came to be in his garden. He hadn’t heard anything in the night, as it wasn’t there when he went to bed the night before, but was there this morning, not even the farmers nearby had heard or seen anything falling from the sky. Strangely though the emergency services weren’t concerned about it, when he had called them about it. They had even told him to stop making stories like a child. “Typical!” Joe, one of the farmers had always said “They are always interested about when you are in the wrong, but when you want them for important things they don’t want to know.”

    "What is in that thing? What is it in the first place? I don’t know…. What can I do?" he thought to himself, "I know, I'll ask some of the guys at work to bring pickup of some sort. Take it to the University and get the technicians there to look at it, find out what it is. It had better be something valuable and not a worthless, but strange-looking rock." Unbeknown to him, the object would change his life forever.

    Two days later, as it wasn’t until then when a pickup became available, 3 employee’s from Dave’s workplace at FireStorm Industries came around with a Ford pickup truck along with two men from Joe’s Farm nearby to move the object to Gifford University, which was near to FireStorm Industries. As Dave and the men brought the pickup around to the object, one of the men said that it looked in size more like a suit of armour, but minus the legs, arms and head. Although the object had glowed dark orange originally when Dave had first seen it, now it was a darker colour, more like a dark shade of grey. Strangely though as everyone including Dave helped to move it to the pick-up, it was noted that it wasn’t heavy…. in fact it weighed like a large piece of polystyrene.

    First the lab guys tried getting chips of the rock, that the object was encased in, so that they could get an idea as to what the object was encased in but every time a lab scientist chipped at the rock, the tool he was using instantly broke.

    So, after 3 attempts, 3hrs, 2 destroyed diamond-tipped drills, and a pulverised pneumatic drill, the scientists decided to take an X-Ray of it to see what was inside, and maybe to see what was stopping their attempts at getting inside it and to stop the repairs and replacements bill getting any higher. In the meantime a messenger was sent to FireStorm Industries to tell Dave to come down, to see if they could gather any information about it from him. So, Michael, one of the Admin team was sent to get him. He went to the lift, which would take him to the 3rd floor: Management.

    As he got closer to Dave’s office, Michael thought to himself “What is this object that Dave has the Uni looking at? Is it dangerous? And we have it virtually in the centre of Gifford with the town about 15 miles down the road. Dave and everyone else had better be careful. I hope he’s in.”

    Michael walked past the secretaries for the top managers, and the second in command, or the vice president, as he liked to be called. Finally he got to Dave’s office, overlooking the gardens behind the plant. Dave was the boss of FireStorm Industries, and although the HQ was in London, Dave preferred the quietness of Gifford, as it was only a few miles from his hometown, of Corfe Mullen.

    Knocking on the door, Michael opened it and stepped into the office. Unlike the other managers’ offices, which were luxurious and expensive looking, Dave’s office was just plain, and only contained the things he needed: a desk, a couple of chairs, a PC, a filing cabinet, and a comfy computer chair for himself. Dave preferred it like this so to give the impression that he was easily approachable, in case anyone had anything bothering them.

    Michael could see that Dave was looking out of the window, as though in a dream. He could tell that Dave was thinking about the object. “Should I tell him? ...But I have to report to him and take him down to meet the scientists.” Questions like these kept going around his head.

    Just then, Dave looked around, and seeing Michael looking worried, he asked him “Michael? What is the matter?” “Err….” Michael struggled to speak for a second, and then composing himself he said, “I am here to give you my report.” Dave gestured to him to continue. “Ok, here goes. The scientists have completed their examination on the object, and have been unable to gather any information about the object itself, except that it is made of a very hard substance, unknown to man, harder than diamond. They are doing an X-Ray on it as we speak, and they have requested for you to come down to perhaps shed some more light on it, and to give the go ahead on some more in depth research to be done on it.” Dave just stood and in thought, frowned. “Why can’t they just go ahead and carry out the work?” Michael just replied, “I guess…. that they need some sort of clearance to spend some more money on it.”

    “Well, ok. If they need me there, then to Gifford University, we will go,” said Dave finally, “and you will accompany me, seeing as you know your way around the University car parks.” So Dave went down to the University with Michael, as he knew the way around the car parks at the Uni.

    As Eric, the head scientist at the University was finishing off filling in the papers Dave needed to sign for continuing the research Dave and Michael arrived at the laboratory, now clothed in the white overalls that all the other lab technicians were wearing, as it was a sterile room. While Dave speaking with Eric about what they had found so far, Michael walked over to Jonathan, another researcher, who was nearer to object. Strangely, as Michael got closer to the object, it seemed to start to glow.

    “That’s strange.” Said Michael out loud, and pausing for a moment, looked around towards where Dave and the rest of the scientists were standing. Eric asked, “What’s strange?” Feeling uneasy, Michael replied “Well, for a moment there, I’m sure that thing was glowing. But I could’ve been seeing things.” Then both Dave and Eric started to walk towards the object, which was on a podium in the middle of room, which was partitioned off by a few sheets of Plexiglas. They both continued walking, until the object started to glow again, this time visibly to everyone. “That’s not supposed to happen is it?” asked Jonathan. “No it isn’t” said Eric.

    What was happening? What was this object? As the object glowed more and more, it was plain to see that the shell encasing this...thing was starting to melt off. Eric said to Dave "I think it would be best if we stood away from this thing for health and safety reasons. Back where the consoles are should be back far enough." Dave thought for a second, then agreed, and headed back to a safe distance from the melting mass of...goop.

    The rest of the people in the room looked on as the object grew brighter and more stuff was melting off of it. They all wondered what was happening.

    Questions were asked like:

    "What is happening?"

    "Didn't he say that it appeared in his back garden one morning, then where did it come from?"

    And one question from someone who was too short to see what was happening:

    "What is happening? Someone please tell me, or pick me up so I can see."

    Everyone was silent for what seemed like an eternity as the melting stopped......Then as the melting finally stopped and the object grew darker, it could be seen that the object looked like a plate-mail torso, the style the medieval knights wore in battle, but this one was a fiery colour.

    Jokingly, Jonathan said "Heh, it looks like the armour from that Marvel Comic Book Hero, Iron Man wears." Looking back at him, Michael replied "The only difference being that there is no helmet, arms or legs...and that Iron Man made his armour. It didn't appear in his back garden."

    As Eric was starting to get sort through all the data that the computers had gathered from the object and it's shell, a low metallic sound was heard. Michael and Jonathen looked worriedly at both Dave and Eric, while the metallic sound was getting louder. "It seems to be coming from that plate-mail lookalike thing", said Dave, "what do you think, Eric?" Eric just looked up perplexed, "I don't know. The data I'm getting from the computers says that it is not just a chunk of metal, which you have aptly termed a suit of armour. According to the computers, that thing also has some kind of AI."

    Michael just stared, glazing over, "What an Earth did he just say?" Johnathen looked over and said "He says its a computer." Eric nodded his head in agreement, "Yes, but an armoured one." Meanwhile the groan started to slowly speed up, into a type of artificial, metallic voice.

    ".....I-I-I-I-I-I-I am the armour known as Bzzzzzzzzzkkkkkkkkkttttttt……! State your designation!"

    Everyone now looked at Dave, who's garden it was found in, "Why is everyone looking at me?" he asked. "Well," said Eric, "it was found in your garden, and as far as we can tell, that would make you the owner of this piece of equipment, we’ll try to work out the name it called itself afterwards." Sighing, Dave nodded, and slowly turning around, he walked towards the armour, towards the Plexiglas.

    “I am David Fielding. Head of FireStorm Industries.” He said. 5 minutes went past, which felt like an eternity to everyone present. Until at last the armour replied, “Designation accepted, David Fielding of FireStorm Industries!

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    Chapter 2

    Identity

    5 weeks later, and very little had happened, much to Dave’s disappointment. “You know, I still can’t work out where that armoured … torso came from.” He said to Michael one morning, “And why it fell into my garden. I had just got the lawn mowed as well.” He sighed and shook his head. “Has the University gotten anywhere with it?”

    Ever since the armour asked Dave his identity, the University had been analysing it, and trying to sort out what it was, and what it’s name was, but to no avail, as it seemed to have gone into some kind of standby mode. Looking back at him, Michael replied “Not exactly. They had found out why the armour couldn’t give us its name. According to Jonathan, some of its memory circuits had been fried on entry to the Earth’s atmosphere.”

    Dave got up from his chair, and walking towards the window, he looked towards the sky. He looked like he was in a daze, staring upwards. Then after what seemed like an age, he turned around, and said, “Well, it looks like we will have to give it a name after all.” Then thinking a bit he walked towards where his coat was and said, “Get your coat, we’re going to go to the University, and see what we can find out ourselves, besides I want to try something out.”

    After gaining entry to Laboratory 3, where the armour was being stored and examined, Dave asked Eric, “Is the armour still receiving power?” Looking puzzled, Eric replied, “It has never received power from us. It seems to have it’s own power supply. Why? What have you in mind?” Looking towards the room where the armour was being kept, Dave said, “It may sound crazy, and it may not work, but I need to try something. I’m going to enter the room where the armour is, and ask it a few things.”

    Shaking his head, Eric reluctantly allowed him access to the room. “Ok. I don’t agree with it, but we’re not getting anywhere with our computers. Besides, it seemed to come ‘alive’ when you entered this lab. Perhaps you are meant to find this armour, and talk to it.” Then unlocking the secure door to the room where the armour was, he went with Dave, just to make sure nothing went wrong, and in case he needed to get him out of the room in an emergency.

    As they got close to the armour, it started to light up, and the familiar voice of the armour echoed around the room, “Greetings David Fielding. What can I do for you today? Have you come for some information about me, and what you have to do?” it said. Looking a little puzzled, Dave, and Eric looked at each other, and then Dave said to the armour, “Hello Armour. Yes I have come for some info about where you came from and what you are. And its just Dave.”

    “Well, I am a suit of armour, which, depending on its wearer can be very powerful for good or evil. After a self-diagnosis I have determined that I suffered damage on entry to this planet, which caused some of my memory circuits to become un-recoverable. This included what my last user called me.” The armour’s voice sounded like it was sad, which made no sense, as it was controlled by it’s own computer system.

    Eric stood to the side, and accessing his PDA, he inputted all the information that the armour was giving out and sending it to the main computers outside the examining room they were in. “So, what should we called you then?” he asked.

    “How about FireStorm? Seeing as it was brought here after being found. No one else knows about it, and everyone outside will assume that we created it, once they find out about this device.” Dave replied.


    Just then, a fiery logo appeared on the breastplate of the armour. It looked like a large thunderstorm striking the ground with a bolt of lightning, which caused a large ball of fire to appear. “FireStorm accepted. This armour will now be known as FireStorm.” The armour replied.

    “It looks like your idea has been approved, Dave. Perhaps you should be a little less forth-coming with your ideas next time.” Said Eric.

    Feeling a little sheepish, Dave shrugged his shoulders, and looking back at the armour he asked “Ok, FireStorm. Now where did you come from originally? What was your purpose?” After a little silence, and an influx of information sent to Eric’s PDA, almost overloading it, FireStorm replied:

    I originally came from a far off planet called Coritor in the Metara Solar System, 1,500 light years from this one. I was created by a group of scientists 300 years ago who were trying to find a way to initially travel to far off planets, such as this one. However they were not able to attempt an off-world experiment, due to a rival empire known as the Yurigale Dictatorship, who attacked the base where I was kept and modified. It came about that I was needed by the scientists to defend them from the soldiers attacking the base.

    It was then that I was made ready for war. My first user was a young boy of 20 years of age. His name was Agron. He helped to defend the base from 50 soldiers, before collapsing from exhaustion, since he had not had time to get accustomed to the power that I held. Sadly he got mortally wounded by the 2nd wave of soldiers that attacked the base, and died of his wounds 3 hours later. Fortunately, though there wasn’t another wave of attackers afterwards, as they seemed to be afraid of what I was capable of.

    After the attackers retreated, the remaining scientists started to train what came to be my 2nd user, a woman named Jópia It wasn’t until 5 years later, when she was fully trained, and could withstand all of the power, and could wield all of the weapons I held within me, that the scientists decided for a field test, against the Yurigale Dictatorship. They decided that we were to attack what looked like a nearby listening outpost, which turned out to be an major infantry barracks, to be able to communicate with what was left of the outside world, and to show how strong we were, as we were tired of defending themselves constantly.

    It took 20 minutes for Jópia, wearing this armour to wipe out the entire Yurigale army. 50,000 infantry. They never had a chance against our might. It was then that the liberated people of Coritor after celebrating from what we had accomplished against all the odds that they started to fear what we could do. They were afraid that we might turn on them, and wipe them out, so much so as to try to have the scientists disassemble me.

    However, Jópia had other ideas. She got the scientists to install rockets into me, and we flew from Coritor to seek out a place where we wouldn’t be feared. Sadly, about 6 months into our trek, a stray meteor collided with us. Jópia didn’t survive the resulting explosions, and I was locked in the meteor. 290 years I was encased in that rock. Along the way, Jópia’s remains degraded, and I was forced to incinerate them to provide energy to keep going. The rock eventually melded with me, and slowly found it’s way to this solar system, and into this planet’s atmosphere.

    The reason why no one had heard my landing in your garden was that as the rock had melded with the armour, a sort of Quantum Singularity barrier surrounded the entire meteor, which was considerably smaller, as it had gone through your atmosphere.

    An uneasy silence fell upon the room, as Dave and Eric took all of the information in. “So…” said Dave, “you travelled 1,500 light years because everyone was terrified of you? What has that got to do with me?” FireStorm stopped glowing for an instant, “It has everything to do with you. The Yurigale Dictatorship is still alive! And once they find that I am here on this planet, they will come here seeking to destroy me, and the entire inhabitants of this planet. I need you, as much as you need me.” It said. Dave just looked on stunned where he stood. “Errr…Well…” he stumbled for words.
    Then Eric spoke “So let me get this straight! You want Dave here to wear you, and protect the Earth from this Empire, or we’re all dead… Great!!! Just what we need.”

    “I’m afraid so. But by defending this planet you will become a Hero to the Earth, Dave.” FireStorm replied. At that, Dave fainted.

    After Dave had recovered, and found that what happened wasn’t a dream, he slowly decided to train to use the FireStorm armour. And it was good timing that he received the armour as a major disaster was about to take place.

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    Chapter 3

    Test

    A fortnight into his training, the entire country of England was hit by a freak storm, which was after 2 hours of being picked up was upgraded to a hurricane. Strangely, though the winds were not as strong as expected when it hit ground, so much so that the meteorologists almost degraded it to a freak tropical storm. What they didn’t expect was that it picked up almost 50 tonnes of sand, from the beaches and sand depots, along the way.

    This in turn mixed with ice inside the storm, which then rained down upon the cities in its wake.

    The city of Gifford was hit the hardest, with 4ft of this ice sand still falling in the centre, completely burying the city centre and trapping people in their cars, shops, and the Westfield Centre, which had just opened up that year.

    The moment the news had reached Dave and Eric in the University, Eric decided that this would be the perfect time to test the armour out. Dave however was undecided, "But what if the armour's power fails?" FireStorm replied "I run on solar power. I will not "die" on you in the danger zone, and if the sun is shrouded in cloud, I have a very large power supply. It has been charging while I have been in here, and so it is 95% capacity. It will last 80hrs, even when using the heaviest power hungry weapons and systems." After this, Dave finally agreed to give permission to allow the University techs to outfit him with the FireStorm armour.

    The University technicians finished outfitting Dave with the armour after only an hour. The armour seemed to be a perfect fit for Dave, after which FireStorm explained that it was made with the ability to resize to fit anyone who wore him.

    Just as FireStorm was fully attached to himself, he asked, “I feel every aspect of the armour.....the full power of it. Why do I feel this?” As Eric and the other university technicians checked the computer readouts, the armour, which was dark when it was being put onto Dave, started to brighten up to it's original fiery red and orange colours, and it's recognisable voice started to be hear again. “The power you feel is me. I am now attached to you, not only as a suit of armour, but also physically. We are now a part of each other. We are one.” This news turned Dave's face to one of horror, “What? We are one? What do you mean? I can't take you off without dying like your previous wearer?” The thoughts of the previous one decaying in space frightened him, but the armour detecting this, started to explain what it meant from them being “As One”:

    When I am worn by someone, I also become connected to them. You may have felt a small twinge when I powered up....That was me connecting to you with a small ….”dart”. An implant if you will. You feel what I feel, as in what my sensors pick up, and I feel what you feel. So I know you are frightened about us being as one, and are wondering weather we can be separated if needs be. Your answer is yes we can be separated. But I will always feel what you feel. If we are separated, and people try to “cut out” my data, you will not feel anything, but you will know I am in....pain as it were.

    As the implant connection took hold, Dave found he could detect more and more things through the armour. What was going on with the entire building, the cars outside, and even the state of the tropical storm, which was now degrading rapidly, as it's “fuel” of sand was greatly diminished, having been dumped mostly on Gifford town centre. The only thing he didn't know, or expect was the amount of people who were trapped within the sand, or the state in which the town was in.

    Before Dave left, Eric walked up to him, and after giving him a ear-piece, so that he could contact Base, as Eric called the University, he said “Now I think, just like all these superheroes, you should keep your identity secret. Therefore, you might want to adopt the name of FireStorm, just like the armour you are wearing is called. Even though you look a little like that character in that film.....what was it called now......Iron Man. You might want to consider changing your colours so as to not get mistaken for him, like with that cosplay stuff.”

    Now, that FireStorm as Dave was now called, was now fully armoured and, as far as he was concerned ready for what would inevitably be thrown at him. Then standing outside, “Erm....How do I get there? As I reckon the roads will be a bit snarled up with all the sand.” asked Dave. “We fly.” replied the armour. And at that the armour took off flying towards Gifford town centre, much to Dave's fright. “OK, next time we take off, you warn me!” he ordered, at this the armour stayed quiet.

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