Ulysses (comic)/Issue One

[A narrator speaks over images of aliens falling to Earth and going on a rampage.]

Narrator

"No one is sure why. No one is sure how. But for some reason, extraterrestrials began falling to Earth. Some believe that the creatures can somehow ride meteorites. Others believe they were prisoners on a ship that blew up above the planet. But what everyone is sure of is the fact they aren't happy. Some of the creatures are very small. While others tower over most buildings in the area. Because of this, the Galactic Military, who defend all planets in the milky way galaxy, began building robots that could help humanity battle against them. And the biggest and most powerful has just been completed..."

[A group of people in uniforms is seen with black swords striking and firing guns over and over while Captain Barry Jacobs watches them and tells them what to do next, being watched himself by Duke Michael Lamar and General Juaquin Colson.]

Barry

"Strike! block! fire! block!"

Michael

"Very well trained soldiers, aren't they?"

Colson

"Thank you, Duke Michael. It’s an honor to hear that from you."

Michael

"You're very welcome General Colson. I'm sure these future pilots will do very well against the E.T.s"

[They both hear an elevator and turn to it, seeing a very small and young soldier enter the room.]

Michael

"...That one not so much though. What’s your name, kid?”

[the soldier walks past him and begins unpacking.]

<p style="text-align:center;">Michael

<p style="text-align:center;">"Why, um... isn't he talking?"

<p style="text-align:center;">Gregory

<p style="text-align:center;">"General Colson, inform the Duke that I am Gregory and that it would be disrespectful for a trainee like me to speak to his greatness." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”You know I can hear you.” <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"Inform the Duke that I am sorry if I have offended him." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">"Is he serious?" <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"I think he might be, yes." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”Kid, I’m not offended. You don’t have to indirectly speak to me. Don’t think of me as a great hero, think of me as a friend.” <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"Sorry, Duke Michael. I was raised on very strict beliefs about you and your family. My father would tell me every day how to treat the Dukes and Duchesses for when I became a soldier." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”I understand. How good can you shoot?” <p style="text-align:center;">[Gregory pulls a can of soda out of his bag and a gun. He opens the can and places it down, walking to the other end of the room and firing at it, appearing to do nothing.] <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"You missed." <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"No, I didn't." <p style="text-align:center;">[Michael picks up the can examines it for a bit, his eyes widening.] <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">"He shot the pop top off of the can... Damn..." <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"Hm... hey, Jason!" <p style="text-align:center;">[A soldier turns to Colson.] <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"Can you help me out?" <p style="text-align:center;">Jason <p style="text-align:center;">"Yes, sir." <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"I want you to fight the new recruit here. You know, measure his abilities." <p style="text-align:center;">Jason <p style="text-align:center;">"Can do, sir." <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"You willing, Gregory?" <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"I don't run from fights, General Colson." <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"Good. Shields up!" <p style="text-align:center;">[Gregory and Jason click a button on their belt buckles that activate shields all around their bodies, both of them pulling out their swords while the other soldiers back up to give them space.] <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">"I love the progress we've made with the shields, you can't even see them when they're on anymore!" <p style="text-align:center;">[Jason walks up to Gregory, who bows his head.] <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"May this be a most honorable fight." <p style="text-align:center;">Jason <p style="text-align:center;">"Um... yeah." <p style="text-align:center;">[Jason bows as well.] <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">"What're they doing?" <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"It's a short saying that gives you good luck before a fight. Not sure why Gregory's saying it though, it died out before he was even born." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”Maybe he gained confidence.” <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"Maybe." <p style="text-align:center;">[Gregory is the first to strike, pulling his sword and clashing with Jason for a minute. The two clash a few more times before Jason manages to hit Gregory, a small part of his shield glowing red to indicate where he was hit. Gregory stumbles back.] <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"That would've cut my side if this were a real fight. You're good." <p style="text-align:center;">Jason <p style="text-align:center;">"I train to be the best and the best is what I want to be." <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">”I don’t think he’s ready.”