((This is a very impromtu RP story that I'm currently working on. It runs parallel to the MxO, in the ways, I use the names of people I know, (with permission of course), but it focuses on my character Mystic, in his own trials and tribulations. They may seem all 'Neoish' in the fact he is rather strong, but that is not the case, he's not 'the One'. He is just a very strong character who has seen alot in the Matrix and knows how to deal with certain situations quickly and efficiently. At any rate, this is not a reflection of my actual character in MxO, but rather just a story I'm making for the fun and joy of it. It will be presented in parts as I write it, so please be patient. And, please no flaming, but enjoy the story 
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Prologue
MysticTravi was one of discernment, honor and valor within everything he did. A young, dynamic young man, Mystic was awakened at the age of 18 by Ghost of the Zion organization within the Matrix, but his peace with Zion would only last a short while as he was betrayed and nearly killed by a group of assassins a few months into his service. After wondering around on his own in the Matrix after recovering my the near fatal wounds he had incurred from the battles against the assassins, Mystic was found sitting on a bench alone in Midian Park when he was approached by a pair of women, both within one or two years in age and form. He was devoid in his own thoughts that he never saw them approaching.
“Hello?” the older of the two girls spoke, leaning down with her hands on her knees. Maneuvering her head to find his eyes, she repeated. “Hello??”
That snapped Mystic out of his trance, almost making him jump out of the bench.
“Huh? Oh…” he felt a little stupid with his ‘huh’ in front of this lovely looking gal. “I apologize, was just reflecting upon some past events.” He stood up, and gave a small bow to the two gals. “Good evening.”
The older of the two, the same one that spoke to him giggled a bit and smiled.
“That’s quite alright. My sis and I…” she motioned to the other girl, standing slightly behind her and to the left. “…were just out walking and saw you out here by yourself.” She examined his trench carefully, noticing a few torn threads were a faction patch used to be. “Are you…a deserter?” she asked, almost nervously.
He knew what she was referring too and shook his head sadly.
“No, my faction was recently…destroyed by a group of exile assassins. I can’t bear myself to wear the insignia anymore.” He replied, using his right arm to rub the spot on his left where the patch once sat.
“That’s terrible…” the younger girl replied, her face clearly in concern.
Mystic finally composed himself, and shook his head; he had completely forgotten his manners.
“So sorry…I’m MysticTravi. Since that’s a mouthful, you can call me Mystic or Travi, or…something.” He said, chuckling a bit.
The true fact was that Mystic had a lot of nicknames: Mystic, Travi, Trav, Mysti, MT…he associated with all of them to make things easier for those around him.
The girls giggled a bit, and bowed their heads slightly, as the older girl addressed him.
“Very nice to meet you…” she put a hand on her chest. “I’m Rikhu, and this…” she pointed to the younger gal, whom stomped her foot.
“I can introduce myself, Rikhu!” she protested. Rikhu giggled and replied.
“Ok, sis…have at it.” She stepped aside.
“I hate being the youngest…” she sighed. “I’m Emi, so good to meet you Mystic.” She smiled, and gave a small curtsey. Rikhu rolled her eyes at her kid sister.
“You’re such a dork.”
“Shut up!” Emi replied, sticking her tongue out at her elder sister.
“Forgive my sister, Mystic. She’s a bit strange sometimes.” She giggled again, looking Mystic in the eyes afterwards.
“It’s no problem at all, Rikhu. Very nice to meet both of you…” he paused for a second, glancing at the org insignia that was plastered on her sleeve. “You work for the Merovingian?” he asked after his observation.
“Why yes we do. We’re part of a faction called TheWolfpack; we tend to serve the needs of the…shall we say, exiles of the Merovingian? Namely, the lupines are whom we associate with.”
Mystic knew what she was talking about; he had fought lupine hoards in his time in Zion. The amount of silver bullets that he had placed into their code streams, the amount of punishment he had to bring onto them before they could do the same. He knew about lupines…
“I see…” he replied, softly.
“But don’t worry; we’re not aggressive against bystanders such as you. In fact, being factionless…have you considered employment under The Merovingian?” Rikhu finally replied, inquiring very enthusiastically. She motioned to the place on the bench next to him. “May I?”
“Please do; Emi…would you like my seat?” he offered, standing up. She blushed a little bit at his offer.
“T…thank you.” She stammered, obviously shy at such offers. Mystic stretched his legs out a bit while Rikhu waited patiently for his answer.
“The thought has crossed my mind, I will be honest. I don’t think I will ever go back to Zion…too many atrocities, too many incidents…too many deaths.” He sighed softly, trying to not be audible.
“Yes, I understand completely. At the risk of being rude, you’re first mistake is serving them for so long.” She said, being careful not to offend him. She stared longingly at Mystic, expecting a reply in his defense, but instead; received nothing except his blank silence. She kind of shivered, hoping she hadn’t struck a nerve.
“Oh I know that now…blind promises, lost causes…oh yes, I know all too well now.” He admitted, sinking his head a bit. He stretched his arms out and looked around, hoping to find some comfort from the environment. Rikhu poked her sister in the ribs, pointing to Mystic; she mouthed something to her kid sister. Emi shrugged, and turned her gaze back on the young man. Mystic seemed to have gone into a trance, almost point blank stare into nothing.
Mystic, ever since his near death not two weeks ago still haunted him, seeing his friends killed, injured, maimed…it was all too much for him to take sometimes, that he even contemplated his own death. Rikhu and Emi decided they should leave him be, for he seemed to have forgotten they were there.
“Mystic?” Rikhu’s gentle voice asked. He quickly snapped out of his trance and turned around.
“I’m sorry…I seem to have –“
“Don’t be, you seem to have a lot of on your mind. Emi and I will continue on our walk.” Rikhu stood up, which in turned queued Emi following suit. “Do take care of yourself, Mystic. It was very nice to meet you.” She walked forward and put her arms around him, embracing him. “We shall meet again.” She whispered into his ear, pushing herself gently away from his body. Emi stepped forward, still a little shy. She put her hand out; Mystic took it gently, dropped on one knee and kissed it. She visibly blushed and took refuge behind her sister.
“Take care, was very nice meeting you two.” Mystic said, giving a slight bow once again. Rikhu returned it, waving to him as Emi took the lead in their walk. Mystic watched as the two gals walked off, the distance between them increasing greatly with each passing second. After the pair disappeared into the horizon, he took his seat back on the bench, recounting some of the thoughts that Rikhu has returned to his being.
Mystic knew what betrayal and heartache were, he knew the pain and torture he was forced to endure on a daily basis. The thoughts, the emotions, the feelings, the hatred, the force of wanting a better tomorrow…but none of it ever could ever come to be known.
The pain, of knowing he was powerless to help his friends on that fateful day. Pain of knowing he couldn’t do anything about it now, that he was just as powerless to exact revenge now as he ever was.
The torture of knowing he was responsible, he was the sole responsible person for not preparing for such an attack. But, how was he to know? The attack was so sudden, so anti-climatic that nothing could be done. And who would have known that Zion was capable of betrayal of that magnitude?
It was multitude of feelings he just sometimes have trouble dealing with, being alone, with no comfort except that coming from his operator and the dog they kept onboard his hovercraft. The dog, one of Mystic’s pets from Zion, was named Paul, and was a loyal companion to the two crewmates, giving them company and something to look forward too in the turmoil of it all. Paul was still a puppy, something Mystic managed to grab as he fled Zion. It was his only good memory about Zion, his little puppy that he now cared for, and watched over for the sake of a new life that was looking for guidance.
))Prologue
MysticTravi was one of discernment, honor and valor within everything he did. A young, dynamic young man, Mystic was awakened at the age of 18 by Ghost of the Zion organization within the Matrix, but his peace with Zion would only last a short while as he was betrayed and nearly killed by a group of assassins a few months into his service. After wondering around on his own in the Matrix after recovering my the near fatal wounds he had incurred from the battles against the assassins, Mystic was found sitting on a bench alone in Midian Park when he was approached by a pair of women, both within one or two years in age and form. He was devoid in his own thoughts that he never saw them approaching.
“Hello?” the older of the two girls spoke, leaning down with her hands on her knees. Maneuvering her head to find his eyes, she repeated. “Hello??”
That snapped Mystic out of his trance, almost making him jump out of the bench.
“Huh? Oh…” he felt a little stupid with his ‘huh’ in front of this lovely looking gal. “I apologize, was just reflecting upon some past events.” He stood up, and gave a small bow to the two gals. “Good evening.”
The older of the two, the same one that spoke to him giggled a bit and smiled.
“That’s quite alright. My sis and I…” she motioned to the other girl, standing slightly behind her and to the left. “…were just out walking and saw you out here by yourself.” She examined his trench carefully, noticing a few torn threads were a faction patch used to be. “Are you…a deserter?” she asked, almost nervously.
He knew what she was referring too and shook his head sadly.
“No, my faction was recently…destroyed by a group of exile assassins. I can’t bear myself to wear the insignia anymore.” He replied, using his right arm to rub the spot on his left where the patch once sat.
“That’s terrible…” the younger girl replied, her face clearly in concern.
Mystic finally composed himself, and shook his head; he had completely forgotten his manners.
“So sorry…I’m MysticTravi. Since that’s a mouthful, you can call me Mystic or Travi, or…something.” He said, chuckling a bit.
The true fact was that Mystic had a lot of nicknames: Mystic, Travi, Trav, Mysti, MT…he associated with all of them to make things easier for those around him.
The girls giggled a bit, and bowed their heads slightly, as the older girl addressed him.
“Very nice to meet you…” she put a hand on her chest. “I’m Rikhu, and this…” she pointed to the younger gal, whom stomped her foot.
“I can introduce myself, Rikhu!” she protested. Rikhu giggled and replied.
“Ok, sis…have at it.” She stepped aside.
“I hate being the youngest…” she sighed. “I’m Emi, so good to meet you Mystic.” She smiled, and gave a small curtsey. Rikhu rolled her eyes at her kid sister.
“You’re such a dork.”
“Shut up!” Emi replied, sticking her tongue out at her elder sister.
“Forgive my sister, Mystic. She’s a bit strange sometimes.” She giggled again, looking Mystic in the eyes afterwards.
“It’s no problem at all, Rikhu. Very nice to meet both of you…” he paused for a second, glancing at the org insignia that was plastered on her sleeve. “You work for the Merovingian?” he asked after his observation.
“Why yes we do. We’re part of a faction called TheWolfpack; we tend to serve the needs of the…shall we say, exiles of the Merovingian? Namely, the lupines are whom we associate with.”
Mystic knew what she was talking about; he had fought lupine hoards in his time in Zion. The amount of silver bullets that he had placed into their code streams, the amount of punishment he had to bring onto them before they could do the same. He knew about lupines…
“I see…” he replied, softly.
“But don’t worry; we’re not aggressive against bystanders such as you. In fact, being factionless…have you considered employment under The Merovingian?” Rikhu finally replied, inquiring very enthusiastically. She motioned to the place on the bench next to him. “May I?”
“Please do; Emi…would you like my seat?” he offered, standing up. She blushed a little bit at his offer.
“T…thank you.” She stammered, obviously shy at such offers. Mystic stretched his legs out a bit while Rikhu waited patiently for his answer.
“The thought has crossed my mind, I will be honest. I don’t think I will ever go back to Zion…too many atrocities, too many incidents…too many deaths.” He sighed softly, trying to not be audible.
“Yes, I understand completely. At the risk of being rude, you’re first mistake is serving them for so long.” She said, being careful not to offend him. She stared longingly at Mystic, expecting a reply in his defense, but instead; received nothing except his blank silence. She kind of shivered, hoping she hadn’t struck a nerve.
“Oh I know that now…blind promises, lost causes…oh yes, I know all too well now.” He admitted, sinking his head a bit. He stretched his arms out and looked around, hoping to find some comfort from the environment. Rikhu poked her sister in the ribs, pointing to Mystic; she mouthed something to her kid sister. Emi shrugged, and turned her gaze back on the young man. Mystic seemed to have gone into a trance, almost point blank stare into nothing.
Mystic, ever since his near death not two weeks ago still haunted him, seeing his friends killed, injured, maimed…it was all too much for him to take sometimes, that he even contemplated his own death. Rikhu and Emi decided they should leave him be, for he seemed to have forgotten they were there.
“Mystic?” Rikhu’s gentle voice asked. He quickly snapped out of his trance and turned around.
“I’m sorry…I seem to have –“
“Don’t be, you seem to have a lot of on your mind. Emi and I will continue on our walk.” Rikhu stood up, which in turned queued Emi following suit. “Do take care of yourself, Mystic. It was very nice to meet you.” She walked forward and put her arms around him, embracing him. “We shall meet again.” She whispered into his ear, pushing herself gently away from his body. Emi stepped forward, still a little shy. She put her hand out; Mystic took it gently, dropped on one knee and kissed it. She visibly blushed and took refuge behind her sister.
“Take care, was very nice meeting you two.” Mystic said, giving a slight bow once again. Rikhu returned it, waving to him as Emi took the lead in their walk. Mystic watched as the two gals walked off, the distance between them increasing greatly with each passing second. After the pair disappeared into the horizon, he took his seat back on the bench, recounting some of the thoughts that Rikhu has returned to his being.
Mystic knew what betrayal and heartache were, he knew the pain and torture he was forced to endure on a daily basis. The thoughts, the emotions, the feelings, the hatred, the force of wanting a better tomorrow…but none of it ever could ever come to be known.
The pain, of knowing he was powerless to help his friends on that fateful day. Pain of knowing he couldn’t do anything about it now, that he was just as powerless to exact revenge now as he ever was.
The torture of knowing he was responsible, he was the sole responsible person for not preparing for such an attack. But, how was he to know? The attack was so sudden, so anti-climatic that nothing could be done. And who would have known that Zion was capable of betrayal of that magnitude?
It was multitude of feelings he just sometimes have trouble dealing with, being alone, with no comfort except that coming from his operator and the dog they kept onboard his hovercraft. The dog, one of Mystic’s pets from Zion, was named Paul, and was a loyal companion to the two crewmates, giving them company and something to look forward too in the turmoil of it all. Paul was still a puppy, something Mystic managed to grab as he fled Zion. It was his only good memory about Zion, his little puppy that he now cared for, and watched over for the sake of a new life that was looking for guidance.
