Mortal Kombat, The Revision
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Chapter 5, Part 1 of 2
Sonya Briggs
Panama City, Florida
1992.
It was a rainy day August 25th of '92, and a 19 year old Sonya was on her way back from work. "Goddamn day shift won't ever end," she grumbled softly as she lit a cigarette and started her car up. *psssssstt* Smoke spouted from underneath her hood as soon as the igntion turned over. "Great! This is just my f*cking luck!" shouted an irate Sonya, as she flicked her freshly lit cigarette to the parking lot pavement and popped the hood. Scanning for any signs of wear and tear, she noticed her battery was missing, as well as other various wires and cables hanging freely. She slammed the hood with all her might and kicked a large dent into the fender and stormed off to the gas station across the road. Muttering mutliple obscenities aloud as the rain began to pick up, she approached the pay phone out in front. Jumbling around in her pocket for the tip money she had just made at work, Sonya slipped a few quarters and called home. "Hello?" answered her father, active duty Army Sargent Jackson Briggs. "Hey dad, I'm out of work and my ff..freaking car is dead. Some freak stole my battery and cut a bunch of my wires and junk." "Where are you calling me from?" Jackson returned, instantly worried about his daughter's well-being. Sonya sighed and thought to herself, "Typical dad, freaking out about nothing." "Well?!" her father exclaimed, already putting on his boots and jacket. "I'm out in front of the gas station across the road, calling you from a pay phone." "Alright," Jackson rushed as he gathered his keys "DON'T MOVE..I'll be there in twenty minutes." Sonya nodded as she said ok and goodbye, hanging up the phone.
About two minutes had past since Sonya had made the call to her father, when a slim young man approached her. Sonya, staring at the ground and making no eye contact, quickly stabbed out the words "What do you want?" The young man was taken aback, he had never been greeted so harshly. "Um..ah..Nevermind." He was slowly walking away when Sonya realized that maybe she was a bit too brash.. maybe this guy was only trying to help. She stopped leaning on the brick wall beside the pay phone and caught up to this guy who had just spoken to her. He was tall, lean. Looked to be in his Early-twenties, african american (like herself) with long straight hair. He wore all red (shoes, pants and shirt) and gave a grin and responded "What's up?" Sonya was smitten instantly, butterflies in her stomach.. but she had to keep a firm exterior; never show your emotions as her father always says. "What are you, like a blood or something? Are you in a gang? What?" she replied sharply as she looked away nervously. The young man in red let out a hearty laugh and responded, "Nah, I'm not in a gang or anything. I just like red.. it's a good color. Shows strong emotions." "Yeah well, what did you want back there?" Sonya replied meekly as her assumptions proved to be invalid. "Well," the young man said as he reached into his pocket for a smoke. Sonya was going to do the same, but realized she had left her pack in the car. "Hey.. do you wanna walk with me to my car? I left mine in there." The man nodded and walked in pace with Sonya to her vehicle, and after she had her Marlboro Red in hand, she gestured to this unknown man to continue his story.
"Well," he said as the smoke streamed from his nostrils, "I was going to say that I saw you were having some car trouble up here, saw it from the gas station. I'm pretty decent with cars, thought I could help you out." Sonya shook her head and replied with "No, that's fine. My dad is going to come pick me up, he should be here pretty soon." The man nodded and gave a sly smile as he said, "Mind if I look anyways?" Sonya laughed and said, "Well, if you can pull a new car battery out of the sky, then by all means yes." The man crossed his arms and said, "I'll make you a deal, if I get your car started after you pop the trunk, you get to let me take you to dinner." Sonya tried to hide her emotions again by turning her back to him so he couldn't see her smile. "Yeah," she called out as she got into her car, and pressed the hood release button, "And what if you don't?" She knew damn well there was no way he could get that car started.. there wasn't a battery in it. "Don't worry," he called out from under the hood, "I'll get it to work." Sonya smirked and replied with, "Sure whatev-" and was interrupted by her engine starting up like nothing had ever happened. She bolted out of the car and was met with the young man laughing triumphantly. "How..what? How did you do that?!" a bewildered Sonya asked. The man smirked and raised his hands and said "A magician never reveals his secrets."
"Sonya!" Jackson called out as he marched towards her and a shady looking boy. "What are you doing? I thought I told you to wait over there by the pay phone.. and who the hell is this?" The young man put his hands in his pockets and said "Im not anyone" as he walked away. Jackson looked towards his daughter with a grimace, "So you call me up to give you a ride, and your car is running fine-" "But dad, he fixed it!" Jackson laughed as he replied, "Sure he did.. sure he did. Now, you got me this once.. maybe it was running cold or something. Just follow me back to the house, we gotta fill out your papers for bootcamp tomorrow." Sonya replied with a lazy "Sir, yes Sir" and a half-hearted salute. She got back into her car, still utterly confused it was running without a battery. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she noticed the young man was walking on the sidewalk near her direction. She slowed down next to him and said, "You still owe me that dinner, Mysterious One haha." He nodded and said, "That I do, that I do Ms. Understood." As she was about to step on the gas, she had forgotten one important detail. "Hey what's your name," she called out. "Don't have one!" he yelled, as the distance increased between them, "But you can call me ..Er.." he looked around hurridly and noticed a mack truck that passed by. "Mac! Call me mac!"
Sonya Briggs
Panama City, Florida
1992.
It was a rainy day August 25th of '92, and a 19 year old Sonya was on her way back from work. "Goddamn day shift won't ever end," she grumbled softly as she lit a cigarette and started her car up. *psssssstt* Smoke spouted from underneath her hood as soon as the igntion turned over. "Great! This is just my f*cking luck!" shouted an irate Sonya, as she flicked her freshly lit cigarette to the parking lot pavement and popped the hood. Scanning for any signs of wear and tear, she noticed her battery was missing, as well as other various wires and cables hanging freely. She slammed the hood with all her might and kicked a large dent into the fender and stormed off to the gas station across the road. Muttering mutliple obscenities aloud as the rain began to pick up, she approached the pay phone out in front. Jumbling around in her pocket for the tip money she had just made at work, Sonya slipped a few quarters and called home. "Hello?" answered her father, active duty Army Sargent Jackson Briggs. "Hey dad, I'm out of work and my ff..freaking car is dead. Some freak stole my battery and cut a bunch of my wires and junk." "Where are you calling me from?" Jackson returned, instantly worried about his daughter's well-being. Sonya sighed and thought to herself, "Typical dad, freaking out about nothing." "Well?!" her father exclaimed, already putting on his boots and jacket. "I'm out in front of the gas station across the road, calling you from a pay phone." "Alright," Jackson rushed as he gathered his keys "DON'T MOVE..I'll be there in twenty minutes." Sonya nodded as she said ok and goodbye, hanging up the phone.
About two minutes had past since Sonya had made the call to her father, when a slim young man approached her. Sonya, staring at the ground and making no eye contact, quickly stabbed out the words "What do you want?" The young man was taken aback, he had never been greeted so harshly. "Um..ah..Nevermind." He was slowly walking away when Sonya realized that maybe she was a bit too brash.. maybe this guy was only trying to help. She stopped leaning on the brick wall beside the pay phone and caught up to this guy who had just spoken to her. He was tall, lean. Looked to be in his Early-twenties, african american (like herself) with long straight hair. He wore all red (shoes, pants and shirt) and gave a grin and responded "What's up?" Sonya was smitten instantly, butterflies in her stomach.. but she had to keep a firm exterior; never show your emotions as her father always says. "What are you, like a blood or something? Are you in a gang? What?" she replied sharply as she looked away nervously. The young man in red let out a hearty laugh and responded, "Nah, I'm not in a gang or anything. I just like red.. it's a good color. Shows strong emotions." "Yeah well, what did you want back there?" Sonya replied meekly as her assumptions proved to be invalid. "Well," the young man said as he reached into his pocket for a smoke. Sonya was going to do the same, but realized she had left her pack in the car. "Hey.. do you wanna walk with me to my car? I left mine in there." The man nodded and walked in pace with Sonya to her vehicle, and after she had her Marlboro Red in hand, she gestured to this unknown man to continue his story.
"Well," he said as the smoke streamed from his nostrils, "I was going to say that I saw you were having some car trouble up here, saw it from the gas station. I'm pretty decent with cars, thought I could help you out." Sonya shook her head and replied with "No, that's fine. My dad is going to come pick me up, he should be here pretty soon." The man nodded and gave a sly smile as he said, "Mind if I look anyways?" Sonya laughed and said, "Well, if you can pull a new car battery out of the sky, then by all means yes." The man crossed his arms and said, "I'll make you a deal, if I get your car started after you pop the trunk, you get to let me take you to dinner." Sonya tried to hide her emotions again by turning her back to him so he couldn't see her smile. "Yeah," she called out as she got into her car, and pressed the hood release button, "And what if you don't?" She knew damn well there was no way he could get that car started.. there wasn't a battery in it. "Don't worry," he called out from under the hood, "I'll get it to work." Sonya smirked and replied with, "Sure whatev-" and was interrupted by her engine starting up like nothing had ever happened. She bolted out of the car and was met with the young man laughing triumphantly. "How..what? How did you do that?!" a bewildered Sonya asked. The man smirked and raised his hands and said "A magician never reveals his secrets."
"Sonya!" Jackson called out as he marched towards her and a shady looking boy. "What are you doing? I thought I told you to wait over there by the pay phone.. and who the hell is this?" The young man put his hands in his pockets and said "Im not anyone" as he walked away. Jackson looked towards his daughter with a grimace, "So you call me up to give you a ride, and your car is running fine-" "But dad, he fixed it!" Jackson laughed as he replied, "Sure he did.. sure he did. Now, you got me this once.. maybe it was running cold or something. Just follow me back to the house, we gotta fill out your papers for bootcamp tomorrow." Sonya replied with a lazy "Sir, yes Sir" and a half-hearted salute. She got back into her car, still utterly confused it was running without a battery. As she pulled out of the parking lot, she noticed the young man was walking on the sidewalk near her direction. She slowed down next to him and said, "You still owe me that dinner, Mysterious One haha." He nodded and said, "That I do, that I do Ms. Understood." As she was about to step on the gas, she had forgotten one important detail. "Hey what's your name," she called out. "Don't have one!" he yelled, as the distance increased between them, "But you can call me ..Er.." he looked around hurridly and noticed a mack truck that passed by. "Mac! Call me mac!"
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TaBB3rnackle92
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Damn thanks son :laugh:
I didn't think anyone would like it, thought people might think it's too drastic of a change.
I didn't think anyone would like it, thought people might think it's too drastic of a change.
Viking_Poodle
Don't mess with The POODLE
I cannot get over how creative you are with these characters dude. This is amazing. I cannot wait. You're planning on getting to the tournament and stuff too, huh?
TaBB3rnackle92
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Thanks a lot man
The tournament will start in Book 2, which unfortuantley start sometime next year (Navy bootcamp).
But it will definitely happen, I'm not going to bail on this.
TaBB3rnackle92
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So glad Ermac wasn't automatically noticeable lol.
Appreciate it dude, I've got big plans for him in part 2
Oh, and Sonya is half black, Jax being black as well.
I almost went with a "Sonya being married to Jax" concept, but so glad I scrapped it last minute.
This is more of a different approach, and hopefully a welcome change form the norm of Sonya and Jax.
Flying Jinko
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Awesome chapter TaBB! Your creativity is one of a kind! Can't wait to read the next part.
TaBB3rnackle92
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Awesome chapter TaBB! Your creativity is one of a kind! Can't wait to read the next part.
Really means a lot man
Part 2 will be up and running tomorrow evening, ending Book 1.
Afterwards, I'll make a Q&A thread about what you guys thought about it, what you felt it needed, and any questions you need answered (so long as they don't spoil surprises in Book 2
)I'll go over how each chapter was inspired and what inspired me to write the story itself.
Plus stuff that got cut last minute, and things you guys would suggest for the next book.
So far the only characters I have for Book 2 are Kitana and Mileena.. so we'll see where that develops :laugh:
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Chapter 5, Part 2 of 2
Sonya Briggs
Fort Benning, Georgia
1997.
"Alright recruits, feet on the floor! Twenty push ups, let's go!" barked Chief Sonya to her squad. They immediately rose from their bunks and began the daily ritual of push-ups, making their beds, and forming in line for the morning 2 mile march. Sonya watched the recruits with a small sense of pride, as they followed her orders to a T. She commanded they begin their march under squad captain Jared, as she dismissed herself back to her office. It had been 5 years since Sonya had been a recruit at this very station herself, soaring through the ranks and establishing herself as one of the Army's most valued new members. All the years of her father instilling discipline into her made her the strongest soldier there had ever been, and it shown everyday since last year. Sonya Briggs had become a Chief in 1996, and had a two year tour of duty (ranging from 1993-1995) before a large chunk of shrapnel struck her in battle, sending her to the ER ward. It had only taken her two weeks to make a full recovery, and was in the heat of battle two hours later. Leading a full assault on a terrorist base in Pakistan, she personally captured and detained the leader of said terrorist organization within hours of the initial battle. Awarded the Medal of Honor for her bravery on the field, She was recognized for her brillaint strategy and Military leadership. It wasn't until after the awards ceremony that Sonya decided she wanted to make better soldiers out of what the military had previously, and was granted the opportunity to become Chief Drill Sargent at Fort Benning, GA.
As she closed the door of her office to begin going over the records of the new recruits, Sonya was interrupted by a knock. "Come in," she replied sternly as she brushed the long black hair from her eyes and began pulling it into a ponytail. Squad Captian Jared came rushing into her office, with a pained and confused look in his eyes. "What is it, recruit?" Sonya asked, perplexed as to why he would be back so early. "Why aren't you out there marching?!" She inquired, now irate at the thought of one of her recruits disobeying orders. Jared was in a frenzy, pacing back and forth and nervously stuttering out sentence fragments. "Well?" Sonya asked, now rising out of her chair behind her desk, and approaching the panicked young man. At last, Jared took a deep breath and shouted "Chief Briggs, you better come out and see this!" Sonya, wasting no time with more questions, grabbed the young man by the arm and sprinted down the hall towards the direction of the mile-run track. As she opened the door towards the outside, she was met with the cool morning air, a fog had enveloped the training base as usual at this time. The sun had yet to rise, the moon just beginning it's descent into the appalachian hills. "What happened and where are they?" Sonya asked fiercly, tighting her grip on the frail boy's arm. He winced and replied, "I don't know! We were begging our march just like we always do, then all of a sudden everybody began to fly around everywhere! It was crazy, I ran here as soon as I saw what was happening!" Sonya released her grip and asked for him to point in the direction where the squad was last. He rose his shaking arm from his side and pointed around the corner of the building, where the track began. She told him to go inside and tell the other officers on duty to meet her around back as soon as they could, and she briskly jogged to scene of the incident.
As soon as Sonya turned the corner, she was met with a horrifying discovery. Bits of blood soaked camouflage and torn muscle littered the area, whole skeletons stripped bare layed sprawled out all over the ground. She was deeply shaken as she saw brains and organs all over the power lines; it looked as if a six bombs went off in a morgue. Fighting back the urge to vomit, she made her way past the body debris to see if there were any signs of why or how this happened. Sonya heard a squishing sound as she tried to step around the mess, and looked down, mortified to find her boot was deep into a still breathing recruit's head. Screaming as loud as she could, Sonya tripped and fell backwards into a pool of blood, and desperatley tried to pick herself up from the ground. "Chie... Chief Br..iggs" a voice whispered to Sonya, who was in the midst of dashing off to see where her back-up was. She scoured the track, and found the voice was coming from a recruit laying on the field, legs torn clean from his body. Sonya bit her lip at the sight of him, and gingerly approached this boy who was nearing death's door. "Yes son?" she asked as she she took a knee beside him, and looked into his widening eyes. "We were...am.." were the words that crept from his mouth, as he gave a wheeze and rolled onto his side. "You were what?" Sonya asked, becoming immensely enraged at the thought of what had become of these young soldiers-to-be. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!" she screamed as she pounded her fists into the dirt, rage swallowing her. "The man... in red. Right there.." he whispered as he died, pointing behind Sonya. She turned around sharply, only to be met with a blinding blast of green light. It was the last thing she ever saw.
Sonya Briggs
Fort Benning, Georgia
1997.
"Alright recruits, feet on the floor! Twenty push ups, let's go!" barked Chief Sonya to her squad. They immediately rose from their bunks and began the daily ritual of push-ups, making their beds, and forming in line for the morning 2 mile march. Sonya watched the recruits with a small sense of pride, as they followed her orders to a T. She commanded they begin their march under squad captain Jared, as she dismissed herself back to her office. It had been 5 years since Sonya had been a recruit at this very station herself, soaring through the ranks and establishing herself as one of the Army's most valued new members. All the years of her father instilling discipline into her made her the strongest soldier there had ever been, and it shown everyday since last year. Sonya Briggs had become a Chief in 1996, and had a two year tour of duty (ranging from 1993-1995) before a large chunk of shrapnel struck her in battle, sending her to the ER ward. It had only taken her two weeks to make a full recovery, and was in the heat of battle two hours later. Leading a full assault on a terrorist base in Pakistan, she personally captured and detained the leader of said terrorist organization within hours of the initial battle. Awarded the Medal of Honor for her bravery on the field, She was recognized for her brillaint strategy and Military leadership. It wasn't until after the awards ceremony that Sonya decided she wanted to make better soldiers out of what the military had previously, and was granted the opportunity to become Chief Drill Sargent at Fort Benning, GA.
As she closed the door of her office to begin going over the records of the new recruits, Sonya was interrupted by a knock. "Come in," she replied sternly as she brushed the long black hair from her eyes and began pulling it into a ponytail. Squad Captian Jared came rushing into her office, with a pained and confused look in his eyes. "What is it, recruit?" Sonya asked, perplexed as to why he would be back so early. "Why aren't you out there marching?!" She inquired, now irate at the thought of one of her recruits disobeying orders. Jared was in a frenzy, pacing back and forth and nervously stuttering out sentence fragments. "Well?" Sonya asked, now rising out of her chair behind her desk, and approaching the panicked young man. At last, Jared took a deep breath and shouted "Chief Briggs, you better come out and see this!" Sonya, wasting no time with more questions, grabbed the young man by the arm and sprinted down the hall towards the direction of the mile-run track. As she opened the door towards the outside, she was met with the cool morning air, a fog had enveloped the training base as usual at this time. The sun had yet to rise, the moon just beginning it's descent into the appalachian hills. "What happened and where are they?" Sonya asked fiercly, tighting her grip on the frail boy's arm. He winced and replied, "I don't know! We were begging our march just like we always do, then all of a sudden everybody began to fly around everywhere! It was crazy, I ran here as soon as I saw what was happening!" Sonya released her grip and asked for him to point in the direction where the squad was last. He rose his shaking arm from his side and pointed around the corner of the building, where the track began. She told him to go inside and tell the other officers on duty to meet her around back as soon as they could, and she briskly jogged to scene of the incident.
As soon as Sonya turned the corner, she was met with a horrifying discovery. Bits of blood soaked camouflage and torn muscle littered the area, whole skeletons stripped bare layed sprawled out all over the ground. She was deeply shaken as she saw brains and organs all over the power lines; it looked as if a six bombs went off in a morgue. Fighting back the urge to vomit, she made her way past the body debris to see if there were any signs of why or how this happened. Sonya heard a squishing sound as she tried to step around the mess, and looked down, mortified to find her boot was deep into a still breathing recruit's head. Screaming as loud as she could, Sonya tripped and fell backwards into a pool of blood, and desperatley tried to pick herself up from the ground. "Chie... Chief Br..iggs" a voice whispered to Sonya, who was in the midst of dashing off to see where her back-up was. She scoured the track, and found the voice was coming from a recruit laying on the field, legs torn clean from his body. Sonya bit her lip at the sight of him, and gingerly approached this boy who was nearing death's door. "Yes son?" she asked as she she took a knee beside him, and looked into his widening eyes. "We were...am.." were the words that crept from his mouth, as he gave a wheeze and rolled onto his side. "You were what?" Sonya asked, becoming immensely enraged at the thought of what had become of these young soldiers-to-be. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!" she screamed as she pounded her fists into the dirt, rage swallowing her. "The man... in red. Right there.." he whispered as he died, pointing behind Sonya. She turned around sharply, only to be met with a blinding blast of green light. It was the last thing she ever saw.
TaBB3rnackle92
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Thanks a lot bro, and that part in the spoiler is all part of my master plan :twisted:
TaBB3rnackle92
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Thanks son
Gotta end with something to keep em guessing :laugh:
Props for reading it bro, now I gotta go read all of MKHS