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Gamester glared at the assembled few that were with him and kid(speedy, yes speedster my charry thinks of you as a kid, don't worry, nothing personal, my charry is a 300 year old being stuck in 20 year old body)

"This is a war that has two ways to end," he growled(think Mad Eye from Harry potter, if Mad Eye prefered killing,) "We uniting as a whole and taking it to the man, or our petty guerrilla attacks not doing much and the eventual surrender and our deaths."

Glowering, Gamester recalled the concentration camps, the host hadn't had to live then, but the being did, and he had seen and experienced things that he didn't want to see again....ever.

"We have to be united, we need some place safe," he said, "A haven, a place that should the Government attack will be looked at as a threat by all rogues out there who have havens like this, I am one of the attacking sentinels of an island in the Puget Sound in the Pacific NorthWest, we have enough defenses to wipe out any oncoming air, ground and sea attack."

The Island was indeed impenatrible.

"I would sugguest that we name ourselves the Guardian Elite," said Gamester, "The group that will watch out for the rest, but I will need to train you and better your powers."

"Agreed", TheAPERSON, Deep-Techno, Icarus and Speedy said.

"You're sure you want to do this?" asked Gamester, "I want to make sure that you know what you're undertaking."

Gamester sighed, if this happened, the Elite would be the strongest force that the Island had.

"You're looking at 5 mile runs in the morning, pushups for half an hour, and other workouts, then training with the various trainers who will teach you mental, spiritual, and physical combat, this will be a month long course, in which you will be abused, hurt, and find new meanings of the word pain. At the end of that month, you four will be responsible for ten man teams each, all specially trained warriors such as yourselves, you will go out and take down concentration camps that other AS and whatnot are located in. You will be working in tandem with multinational strike groups as well. Many of the nation states in the middle east were not pleased with what the US and others are doing, Iraq, Iran, Colombia, China, North Korea, Japan, Israel, and many others have sent terrorist cells to help aid this cause. Our over all aim is to get the President of The United States to sign off on a bill that will let us all live our lives, after which he will hung as an example of what we as the New United States will not put up with from others."

Gamester looked around.

"Can you handle and live with that?"

Speedy, who was still babbling about names for the group, suddely realised that the discussion was onto several topics along,

"Go Wrong Warriors!"

The Elite looked at him, which unfortunately meant very little to him,

"Is it my turn to speak again?"

Icarus ignored him, something he had learned on their long walk that stopped Speedy from talking too much about irrelevant things,

"We will need to be trained a lot faster, the Autists of the world can not wait for us, we must act as soon as we can. Is there not some way you can magic us some time, or temporarily give us the skills we need?"

"I am going to need chocolate milk..."

"Yeah, there's a lot of people who have already died, we can't risk anymore, the sooner we get underway, the better"

"I have a cache of weapons and equipment, Speedy has a means of transporting it. He hasn't elaborated on it yet, and when he has quite finished talking crap, we can get on"

"I have seen new chocolate-orange flavour Frijj in Somerfields"

Icarus hit him on the arm,

"I was off again, was I not? I apologise, but we have new people among us, and it makes me a little uncomfortable. Yes, I have a small vehicle we can all travel in, it does not move particularly fast, but our mystical friend here can help us with that problem..."

The confusion of two new members of the group, and a sorceror who appeared younger than Speedy referring to him as "Kid" threw him for a while, but he had learned to focus when it was necessary, and it was necessary now. He told how, back on his farm, Speedy had an old WW2 Canadian army truck, a Chevy, that would prove to be an ideal vehicle to storm places with. He knew where to get others, as well. Armour, fast, accurate armour. This would require relocation to England, a move that would include the rapid influx of training needed for the team to be ready for this dramatic move. Although he had it on his person again, he decided not to elaborate on the answer, because he knew the fates were dealing some nasty cards.

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!" roared Gamester.

Poising, and calming, Gamester regained composure.

"I cannot magic you the powers you need to have," said Gamester, "I have worked my whole life, well, rephrase that, this host has worked his whole life to understand the power which I Lord Gamis-Tiron have shown him. during your training, you will have half an hour a day where you will be given shots, these shots contain the ingredient that once it mixes with your blood stream, you are forever a magic user. I have violated too many laws in the lives that I have lived to properly transfer power to you all without killing you all."

Gamester looked at Speedy, "No," he said, "None of what you have will be necessary, because my camp has enough supplies, I can magic your truck here, just because its a chevy and I like chevy's."

"A month is all you will need," said Gamester, "Because that serum is genetically manufactured to take that long to infuse, yes, i know that the persecuted of this world need help, but I cannot speed up or slow time; the enemy has firepower as well, he has power users as well, not as refined as me, but dangerous and psychopaths, he could let one in a town and the town would be dead in five minutes or less. This training will help you understand how to use mind over matter and achieve true power, your powers are all pure, and as such that is why it is a month, the dark users of the enemy, they use their power recklessly and as such while they are powerful, they're less in number, thats the one thing that the President doesn't like, he's recruiting prisoners from the jails who are on death row and life imprisonment as the super powered, he just issued this decree this morning before I ordered the attack on the camp you were at Speedy, his order was my retaliation, so I think you understand the predicament, the supers in conjunction with the regular forces could decimate and destroy the Autistics within a year, and go about making sure that Homo Superior doesn't come into existence."

"Well what are we waiting for?" TheAPERSON asked, "Let's go."

he replied, "I'm waiting for Mars to align with Saturn. It should only take another few ....."

Gamester pointed his hand at McKenzie, "Give me a reason Bazza," he said, "and I will banish you to the netherworld."

Gamester then nodded to Aperson's ascent, "All of you grab each others hands, I'm going to teleport us to the Island, Bazza, if you want, you can come to."

"Oh, do I have to touch people? Not really my thing..."

Gamester sighed, "Well," he said, "Not really, but unless you want to end up in Jamaica because you didn't hold on, I guess you don't have to."

Gamester remembered his first lesson teleportation, it was fun, right up to the point where he ended up in Antarctica and it took three hours for people to find him, he'd never been a fan of Teleporting since then, but had gotten used to it, after the first mistake, he'd listened, though with the Gamester being, it had a different method, more over the same that the host was being taught, but far more effective. Gamester would probably end up teaching Speedy this one.

Its OK, Mars and Saturn are aligned now.

(Sorry that I'm not waiting for you to respond Speedy, but once we get to the Island, you get full control back.)

"Alright," said Gamis Tiron, "Lets do this."

The group all held each others hands, or in Speedy's case, shoulders, and Gamester spread out his hands, and a glow appeared around all of them, soon enough a magical vortex activated and they warped from the area, just as a stray bullet would of killed someone shot by.

It took a few minutes, but soon enough, the group landed on the base steps on the Island.

"Welcome to Vashon," said Gamester, "The smallest defense, and yet largest power holder in the Puget Sound."

The group looked around them, checking out the wonderful Island where they just ended up. It was beautiful, almost in an ethereal way. The ocean gently lapped the rocky beach, with the seabirds flying nearby, hunting for fish. Hundreds-years-old redwood trees towered into the sky, casting long, dramatic shadows. The air was calm and pure, with only an occasional light breeze. The day was nearing the end, but the sun was still above the horizon, casting the Island in a pleasant evening light. The trees stood out dramatically against the vast blue ocean. A small village appeared on the other side of the Island, although with the sun shining into everyone's eyes, it was difficult to discern whether it was a village or simply an outcropping of rocks.

Gamester suddenly yelled: "hey look, there's something over there!", pointing in the general direction of the trees. The group ran where he pointed, with Speedy running in front. They found themselves at the forest edge, next to a strange-looking white obelisk. It was sitting on a large granite base, towered about half as high as the redwoods, and had a metal sphere stuck on top of it. "Who built this thing? It's clearly not found in nature!", Speedy shouted. "I'm not sure, but it's a sign that there are natives on this Island, or maybe there used to be", Gamester answered in a confused tone.

"There's the inscription on the base," Gamis Tiron pointed out. He and the rest of the group examined the writing: he argued that it resembled Aramaic, although others had difficulty pinpointing the language. Suddenly, everybody felt spooked by something. They quickly ran back to the shore where they originally ended up. After resting for a few minutes, they all decided that it was best to start catching fish and gathering firewood, before the night arrives. The sun was starting to disappear below the horizon, bathing the sky in a dramatic red glow.

Their curiosity aroused, Speedy and Gamester walked back to the strange obelisk. Speedy said aloud (to no one in particular) "that thing sure is phallic", and then asked Gamester, "what do you think it is Dude?".

Gamster said he thought he had seen one before, in a game. He looked carefully all over it, and was able to translate the inscription on the base, which read:

Photon Accelerator Annihilation Beam

Gamster exclaimed, "Dude, I know what it is!. Its a Continuum Transfunctioner". Its mystery is only exceeded by its power".

"Sweet", said Speedy.

Flying towards them it was a bird, it was a plane, it was a bird. Calandale was flying towards the obelisk and in his talon was a massive condom. He slipped it on the obelisk and flew away chirping.

Speedy looked at Gamester and asked "what the heck was that about?"

Gamester responded "I don't know."

Then all of sudden they heard something and looked up.

Then both simultaneously said "oh, crap"

(ER......Is that revenge for my post controling speedster? Cause if it is, that's nice, but the Island looks nothing like that, it's more of a military base.........but we can make this idea work...it'll be the comedy part..)


"Oh Crap," muttered Gamester, "We're in an alternate universe, that explains why there is no air cannon defenses, no turrets, no weapons or........for that matter patrol craft."

Gamester looked at the Obilesk and sighed, "Gesteris," he muttered, "He was hired by the pres then."

Rearranging the energies, Gamester modified the control panel on the obelisk.

"Okay people," shouted Gamester as they gathered in the spell circle, "We're going to the right Island this time."

Another vortex and they disappered.

(TO THE RIGHT ISLAND THIS TIME EVERYONE ELSE!)