Adventure! system. 1928. 5 minutes to Monday.

The storm that'd been building all night broke with savage intensity, lashing whatever was tied down and tearing away whatever wasn't. A man in a dark overcoat blinked away the after images from a lighting strike; the instant bone-shaking boom indicating the storm's fury was directly overhead. No doubt focused on the array of oddly-angled copper and bronze spines that poked up from the apex of Doctor Maximillion Osmack's lab which hunched on the edge of Barren Peaks' exposed western side. The rain pelted the watching man's clothes to form-fittingly drenched in an instant, and the building whine of the Doctor's EtherPortal in the depths of the lab pierced through the deafening roar of the downpour's elemental force.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

The Doctor's wild eyes danced over a sea of dials, gauges and levers. On every flat, unoccupied surface Jacob's ladders fired to ionize and excite air particles in a precise kaleidoscope of mad science. Valves around him burst with the pressure, but flying glass fragments did nothing to dispel Maximillion's enthusiasm. The vacuums tubes were not even a tertiary concern as secondary system banks took up the "Lightricity-Discordial-Reorganisation" slack. A group of mooks, who if the doctor gave their resumes the glowing references promised could become minions or even lackies, watched with complete incomprehension as the laws of nature were perverted before their eyes. Their meagre minds could not comprehend the sheer genius it took to understand the current experiment, they knew this as the Doctor was once more screaming that fact at them. Or maybe the world in general. They nodded their heads in meek unison, hoping against hope they may be promoted to henchman.

Over the crackling of thunder and thrashing of wind, a siren blared from a manned security station. Spinning a dial for the Remote Visiometer a bald career-mook saw a figure flash through a new jagged and smoking hole in the doctor's vehicular storage. A shout was heard from the Visiometer's grill before three nameless mooks in succession sailed back into view and almost out the entrance, all knocked out. Eyes wide, career-aspects plummeting he looked at the Doctor.

"He's Here!"

Dashing his saturated outer-garments to an alcove, the strong-looking figure drew glinting revolvers from leather side holsters. With loose fitting slacks for ease of movement and solid tanned leather boots, the man crept with a strong step through corridors with flickering lights. A white, collared shirt under a leather jacket with the same tan as his boots below a angled face of concentration beneath short blonde hair and leather strapped flight goggles. Between jacket and shirt was something odd, attached to the top of his segmented bronze belt were interlocked sheets of bronze, which with a soft whine expanded upwards into a breastplate. Under his jacket at the back was the hint of a tube-like bulge that ran vertically along his spine. At the sleeves could be seen a glint of similar metal which with a vacuum popping click attached themselves to the grip of his pistols.

Kicking the next door in his path revealed two men who he personally had no quarrel with. However the barrels of rising machine guns changed his attitudes in an instant. They were untrained, casual hires who cared about pay and firing neat toys. He had been fighting the deplorable machinations of those who would use scientific genius for populace-suffering self-gain along-side the Aeon Society for Gentlemen for nearly five years. Gears clicked, pistons whirled and the bars linked to his revolvers altered his aimed. Cross armed, two shots fired and two guns hit the ground. Followed four seconds and four metres later by two unconscious bodies hitting the ground and the only still standing man walked to the double-doors labeled "Laboratory".

Screaming now having to be split between exalting his genius and berating his minions, Doctor Osmack was out of breath when the doors on the very far end of the lab flew inward. As if on cue, a burst of lightning struck the many tiered attractors illuminating the bronze chest plate of the Aeon Society (West Coast) paragon standing in the now permanently wide open doorway. The Doctor paid him only a momentary worried glance before the final light on his control panel beamed into full brightness. Jacob ladders around him fired in unison and the Doctor cackled at his momentarily nonplussed guest.

"Too late!", Maximillion cried as a four metre wide silvered circlet of sparking metal commenced a slow spin counter-clockwise. The dome festooned with lightning attractors bisected like an astronomy telescope dome between the two figures, slowly revealing the local capital. More sparks fired diametrically on the circle which faced the capital below, "The EtherPortal has received the last nature-bound charge, and now it will start absorbing the ambient energy from those close-minded fools! And there's nothing you can do about it!"

Villainous monologues were useful, the intruder had found. For example, this instance had given him the chance to observe broadly the gear the doctor had employed for his latest scheme. A circle is a strong object, as pressure on the outside had a harder time forcing its way in than against a straight line. From the inside was a different matter, but with the field of energy crackling concentrically towards the center, a sacrifice had to occur.

Flinging his hands out at his sides, the man distracted the Doctor's attention from reciting why he was the genius that he was. A hissing clank brought a beaten-bronze tube through the back of his jacket. The Doctor sneered as slowly, controlled by the same bars that linked to his revolver, the man raised from the ground by the power of the blue-flaming rocket tube's engine. While the Doctor scoffed at his ability to stop the inevitable, he moved from stationary to slow forward. With the Doctor laughing that 'pathetic fool' couldn't cross in front of the portal before it sucked his energy dry the figures forward momentum only increased. And the Doctor was aghast when the figure hurled a torn-off-wall Jacobs ladder towards the centre of the almost closed vortex. The intruder never liked being sacrificed himself, especially when there were other person's devices were available. Neither man got a chance to react further to this action, as the hurled metal reacted with the expanding rings of energy and detonated both itself and the lab in a bright explosion of blue and white sparks...

Primary system, daybreak, Monday.

...Which meant when the man most directly responsible for the destruction found himself still aloft and in one piece, he was pleasantly surprised. But what he saw next filled his heart with amazement. Towering buildings of glass and concrete, with streams of red and white dots making their structured way between them. The sun burst over a nearby horizon, lightening the buildings into a see of shimmering, reflective surfaces. His breath took away, the man stared for a moment as the sun broke on a world unfamiliar to him before thoughts hit him. Thoughts of if he was here, then the Doctor could be here, and would have arrived in the building scant metres beside him. And then, of the now breaking up circlet of strange metal plummeting to the park below.

Filling to face downward, a plume of blue flame burst from his rocket pack as he raced gravity's pull on the falling fragments to the ground. Through his battered flight goggles he saw the park directly beneath the deadly rain was empty... save for an elderly woman walking her dog. Pushing his engine to the limit, the shower of metal thudded into the solid ground scant seconds after he lifted both lady and pet to safety through the trees.

Placing her safely on the ground, he gave her a salute before soaring over the park once again. He will find the Doctor, if he joined him on the pan-dimensional passage. He will find like-minded individuals in this obviously philanthropic world. He will make a difference here, as he did at home.

For 'he' is Sigmund Denhardt-Sylver, otherwise known as: