"Did you say hi?" May asked, "To the people there."
"I don't really know if
people is the word." you started.
"
More of a presence, if you understand."
"That still sounds like people. Or, well, a person." May pointed out. "If you're worried you upset them, why not go back, apologize for intruding, and say hi? Be a good neighbour?"
"
First contact." Athena said, and May flashed a little vulcan salute.
"Oh my God, we are
nerds." you said, sitting down on the bed. "Yeah, first contact. We can do that. Make our own little Pioneer plate."
You grabbed one of the dozens of spare phones you had out of the basket beside your computer and plugged it into your laptop, an idea striking you.
---
About an hour later, Operation Touch The Thing II, Gift Basket Edition was ready. You'd loaded the phone with an upgraded version of your old visual novel app (you'd been delayed several minutes by May wanting to do a playthrough) rewritten to a first contact scenario where you'd explain who you are and what you wanted. Accompanying that was the gift basket: a rundown of your current technological capabilities, with the app explaining what you used them for (helping people and protecting New York). Finally, all that was sealed into a ziplock bag alongside a banana and half an edible, which was the best peace offering you could think of.
"Okay, I'm going back in." you said, clutching the bag in your hand. "Wish me luck!"
May leaned over and gave you a kiss, which was not what you were expecting but
wow you weren't going to complain.
"
I was about to ask for luck also considered that I will be pulled along on the journey, but now its awkward." Athena muttered.
Unable to stop smiling like a doofus, you touched a finger to the crystal and counted. One, two...
Y̢̪̳O̫̫̞̼̹U͜ S̗̥̠̻̞̘T̯̝̕A̤̗̺͓̳̰͕N̼D̵͉̘̗̥̱ ̳͉̠͚̱ͅͅA̞̠̬̘B̠̦̬͎͉́OV̰͕E̯̯̭̲̠̩ ͉͙̦͔̠̝T͍̦̙̗̖H̻͖͔E ̡͇̖͓͔͉̬̘S̕T͏͖̜̺͔A̫̞͓̗̯̖R̻͈̲̼̬S҉̮͙̤̣̞̺ I̥̘̰͎̤͓T͕͈̣̭S̯̭̠̘͙̗E͕̤̼̟̟̻͉LF̰̘̘͇,̕ ̺͎͚̩͉͔ͅI͔̝N͔̬̬͈̗ ̬̘̬͓A͔̱͕̱̰̬͈ ͠S͏P̮̜͎͙̘̳̰A̳̳͖C̣͈̀Ȩ̬̦ ́B̸͚̜͖̘͉̦E̡̤̞Y̸O̱̺͖͙N̛͍̭̘D͖͉ ̰̦ͅS̫̖̀P͉̻A̸͚̳̠̖͖CE̪̳̳̱̯̪̳͡.̧̻̠̣͈͔̜̤ ̙̻ͅA̳̹̮̣͓̫͢ͅ ͉̥̭̯̳̞̰S̷̺͖̬̻W̲͔̣͟I͉͉͓͠R̡̰̖͓̣͔̺L͔͎̜̱̯̭̮ O͚̳̗̖͍F͉͇̬ ̪͕͖̯N̸̜̪O̵͖̝̼͉̗T̶͎͈̳̜̻H̺̱͈͇̮̱̲I͔͔͓̩̗͝N̺͎͉̻GN͙̳̻̮͕͜ͅE̳̻̟͉̰S̮̥̩̣̺̜͓S͍̀ ̡̲̺̱E̹̗̥̦͓͝M̨B͏̭͇̹̩̬̺ͅR̬̘͉̼̱͟A͝-
"Yes, yes, I know! Hold on a second!" you called, watching out of body as you pulled yourself free from the tree. On another branch, separated by an infinite distance, another you was doing the same. You couldn't really focus on either, it felt like staring into a camera flash, or directly into the sun. Painful.
"Okay, uh, so, denizens of wherever this is, I come in peace. I know you don't want me here, but I'm just leaving a peace offering." you released the plastic bag, watching it drift off into the nothing. "Uh... you can send me back now?"
̼̯͕̫̺͘R̴̻ET͍͇͓̜͙U͕̟͖͙Ṟ̲̘͉̩͖N̜̰ͅ!̧̯̝̯̲̙͔ ̰̺̪̭̺̣R̴͉̬͉̭͉E̬T͓͚̳̙͎̻U̹͠R̦͙̝̮̭͉̩N̰̞̤̬̱!̯͓̻ R̶E̩͕̭̞T̹͎̹͙͍̻U͔̻-
You reemerge into your room, feeling a little off-balance, and collapsed onto your bed.
"Okay, enough dimensional hopping for one day." you groaned. "Did the armour show up?"
"Yep. Same as last time." May said, nodding like she did. She was really getting the hang out of this pretty quick. "You okay?"
"My head hurts." you complained, "This sucks."
"
I do not even have a head and it hurts." Athena confirmed.
"Do you want to watch some animes?" May asked, and you nodded into the comforter.
---
You were midway through
Howl's Moving Castle when you got your answer, as the crystal started glowing rather brightly on the side table. Hesitantly, you reached out and touched it, and this time you didn't find yourself somewhere else. Instead, you got what you could only describe as a
blast of information into your brain, too fast for conscious processing, but not too fast for your tech sense, and over the next few confused seconds you pieced it together.
You knew, all at once, that the Darkhawk armour was one of thousands, predating the Shi'ar Empire, and each was a semi-sentient entity of its own. Its creators were even older and more mysterious, lost even to them. They were intended as guardians of a sacred place, but they'd been hijacked by the Empire and were now used by their secret police as they spread across the stars. However, one crystal was lost in the space between space in the great calamities which had led to their conquest, and
something, the mysterious signal, had drawn it to New York.
Where a young Christopher Powell found it, following the instructions of the armour's artificial intelligence to try and build a device to track the signal. They had to work quickly, because the presence of the crystal may well attract the wrath of the Shi'ar. The robberies were clumsy, stupid attempts to get the funds needed for the materials, born of an AI working outside its parameters and a teenager overwhelmed by the sudden power and responsibility, giving in to his worst impulses with the excuse that he was going to save the world.
That part was a bit too familiar.
The last thing you were aware of was an offer from the beings from beyond, a sense of respect and fear. You were incompatible with them, your mere presence in their space tore at the fabric of their reality, but they understood who you were. A guardian, like their armour was intended for. They wanted to help, and would grant you a favour in exchange for the return of their crystal.
---
What do you ask for? Choose one. No write-ins.
[ ] A sample of the material the raptor armour is made of, sufficient to work with. While not quite as good as vibranium, it is both lighter and tougher than hardened steel and a room-temperature superconductor.
[ ] The ability to store the Arachne suit in null space and recall it at will, summoning it onto your body with a thought. You will still be able to make modifications.
[ ] Knowledge of how to build the tracker Chris Powell was attempting to make. It might be beyond your ability to create at the moment, but its a start.