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.” <p style="text-align:center;">[Gregory looks at Colson before once again rushing toward Jason, getting into another scuffle with him, ending in Gregory clearly moments away from being defeated.] <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"Tell me, Jason, do you know what a timed shot is?" <p style="text-align:center;">Jason <p style="text-align:center;">"Huh?" <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"It's a feature on most guns that allows you to time if and when it goes off." <p style="text-align:center;">[Suddenly, the back of Jason's head glows red and he turns, seeing a smoking gun laying on the floor.] <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"Or in other words, that is a timed shot." <p style="text-align:center;">[Gregory puts his sword away and Jason turns to Gregory, who has no reaction other than a very small smile. Jason looks around for a few seconds before beginning to clap at Gregory's victory.] <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”Damn, you're great, kid.” <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"My father will be happy when I tell him you said that, sir." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”Just call me Michael. Or Duke.” <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"Who is your father anyway?" <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"Alexander King." <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"Alexander... you're his son?" <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"You know my father?" <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"Know him? he was my best friend back when we were just soldiers! we still honor him till this day! you've got quite the reputation to hold up to, kid!" <p style="text-align:center;">Gregory <p style="text-align:center;">"And I plan on doing so, General." <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">”Good.” <p style="text-align:center;">[Once again, someone comes up in the elevator. A scientist steps out of it and looks around the room before raising her hand.] <p style="text-align:center;">Samantha <p style="text-align:center;">"H... hi. I'm Samantha Jones." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">"Lotta people have been using that elevator today." <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"Two." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">"What?" <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"Two people have used the elevator today." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”It's eight in the morning. More can come.” <p style="text-align:center;">Samantha <p style="text-align:center;">"Right, well, um... I've been working on something for the past few months and... it's done. Does, uh... does anyone want to come to see the unveiling?" <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”Let’s see what you cooked up.” <p style="text-align:center;">[It suddenly cuts to Michael, Colson, Samantha and a hand full of soldiers, including Gregory, walking on a large platform.] <p style="text-align:center;">Samantha <p style="text-align:center;">"So, as I'm sure you all know, ever since the E.T.s showed up we've been building robots to defeat them, and I believe that I've created a robot that can defeat even a Queen. I really hope that you like it..." <p style="text-align:center;">[Samantha claps and suddenly lights are turned on, revealing a fifteen-foot tall golden robot suspended from the ceiling.] <p style="text-align:center;">Samantha <p style="text-align:center;">"Able to run fifteen miles an hour, life fifty times its bodyweight, and self-repair damages in a matter of minutes, I personally believe that this is my magnum opus." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">"Impressive! what do you call it?" <p style="text-align:center;">Colson <p style="text-align:center;">"The pilot of the robot is the one who names it, Duke Michael." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">"Who's the pilot?" <p style="text-align:center;">Samantha <p style="text-align:center;">"That's why I asked you to bring a few soldiers with you. It doesn't have a pilot yet." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”May I suggest someone?” <p style="text-align:center;">Samantha <p style="text-align:center;">"Well, I, um... I don't see why not." <p style="text-align:center;">Michael <p style="text-align:center;">”His Name is Gregory King. Son of Alexander King.”