Cyberman and The Dream Team
In:
Two for one
By Cameron Boushehri
Prologue:
Far away from planet earth reside two powerful alien races, each representing good and evil, light and darkness. The Yangari: guardians of goodness, truth, and peace, and The Yinari, overlords of chaos, terror and madness. Both sides have long observed earth and influenced humans through their dreams to give off emotions for the races to feed on in order to continue their endless war with each other. It was also because of their influences that have given birth to both famous and infamous historical characters throughout human history. We come to today, both sides have decided to select and transform humans into their most powerful warriors. The Yangari have chosen two bright, imaginative dreamers to be their mighty heroes: a happy, creative, humorous young man named Cameron, and a smart, beautiful, loving young lady, Gina. Unfortunately, The Yinari have also chosen their own subject to be their ultimate weapon: a miserable, lonely young man named Razor. With each of their master’s own gifts, their dreams have come true by becoming actual superheroes. Cameron is Cyberman, the cybernetic defender of truth, awesomeness, and hilariousness alongside his two trusty, wisecracking robopet sidekicks: Mech, the rowdy, lazy, wisecracking cat, and Tech, the smart, punctual, straight parrot. Gina is G-Girl, the queen of elastic and size-changing beauty. And Razor is The Black Death, the crown prince of darkness and warrior of terrible destruction. It was fate that brought the three of them together and thanks to Cameron’s kindness he formed The Dream Team, the greatest team of teenage defenders and protectors of dreams everywhere. Together, they possessed the power to beat back against The Yinari’s wickedness, and still continues to today.
Far, far away from earth lies a dark, demonic planet which is the home planet of the most dark, demonic, corrupt species in the universe, The Yinari. “HEH HEH HA HA HA HA!!! I’ve got it! I’ve got the most perfect deviously demonically devised scheme ever concocted before.” The villainous, diabolical lord of Hate himself, Darxus stands in his own royal chambers with a devious, twisted grin on his face while he taps his razor sharp claws together gritting his razor sharp fangs in his own infamy.
“Is that my twisted, chaotic lord of darkness with another one of his inhumane, cynical plots to spread chaos and madness throughout the whole world?” Darxus’ twisted, lustful empress of Vanity, Zylpheeza creepily sashays towards him with herself obscenely lavished in jewelry and horror gothic fashion robes.
“That is correct my envy-filled, beautifully horrific queen. This new scheme is specially centered on those irritating, idiotic, nauseating, sickeningly cool, teenage twerps, The Dream Team. I have not forgotten what they did to me when they foiled my almost victorious takeover of earth.”
“Yes, those scars really are taking a while to heal.”
“Just for that, I have decided to give them a taste of their own annoying medicine by hitting them where it hurts the most, in the schoolwork.”
Zylpheeza looks at him confused. “Uh, how is this supposed to be chaotic and diabolical?”
“Glad you asked, first I will send out my usual platoon of soldiers to shake them up a bit, in the meantime I will head over to “The Nursery” and create a special artificial Yinari monster that will be able to control everything that goes on in their little school. Soon after, they along with their schoolmates will be up to their ears in homework which will drag them down while making them give off loads of misery, stress and aggravation for our ignoble cause.”
“Ah, there’s nothing I enjoy more than a school full of aggravated adolescents. And just what makes you think those goody two-shoes won’t be able to foil your plan?”
“Well if I know the grouchy rebel of the team, Razor, he’d be the first and easiest to crack under pressure and who knows how much hostile he can really be? Their teamwork will be broken in the process and once they’re continuously bickering, nothing will become a pain in my backside anymore as we fill the world with our unlimited negative atrocities which will bring us one step closer to claiming it for our taking! Now’s the part where we maniacally laugh before we start my plan.”
“Of course, my nastiness.”
“NYA HA HA HEE HEE HEE!!!!!!!!”
Far away from the corrupt, foul, villainous atmosphere of the two lords and back on peaceful, average Terra Firma, a bell rings as the end of the day commences at our heroes’ high school. Thousands of teens to tweens stampede out the door and head to the school buses. Hidden among the crowd is none other than the trio of truth themselves. Cameron heads out excited about acing his math test alongside Gina delighted about displaying her genome chart for fruit flies. However the third member, Razor was acting surly and dismal as ever just relived to get out.
“Whew, what a day.” Cameron says. “I aced that math test pretty sweet like I always do. Right, honey titan?” he says to Gina who happens to be his girlfriend.
“That’s what I love about you, my silly-tron,” she responds prettily. “My genome chart of fruit flies wowed everybody in my science class. I hope the teacher gives me an A++.”
“What about you, mi amigo?” Cameron asks Razor.
“Tch, do you have to ask?” he answers in a careless, gloomy mood. “I’m just glad to get the heck outta those mega-boring/lame-o classes. Hours of non-stop yacking from my American history teacher about some tea rave party.”
“Well you wanted to get back on your feet and make your parents proud, right? So everybody’s gotta ace their way through school to earn a living while pleasing their folks.”
“I never thought these classes were so freaking hard and boring. If I have to memorize another dumb book chapter, my brain’s gonna be toasted with a side of jam.”
“But lucky for us, we all just survived a whole week of tests and homework. That gives us enough time to take a breather and recuperate until our next tests. So what say we head over to our favorite diner hangout and chillax on triple tropical blend smoothies?”
“That sounds sweet,” Gina responds excitedly.
“Sure, whatev,” Razor responds gloomily.
“Allrighty! Last one there’s a-”
BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!! But then suddenly a huge explosion appears out of nowhere as citizens panic from what has landed on earth, a platoon of vicious, corrupt Yinari soldiers! They look like their usual devious, destructive selves as they destroy and rampage through everything in their path. The team sees them and become shocked that they’ve returned.
“What!? Them again!?” Cameron exclaims.
“They’re still doing the same rampage invasion routine after all that pounding and thrashing we gave them last time?” Gina asks.
“I guess that’s just like Lord jerkbag himself, Darxus,” Razor comments.
“Heeeeeeey!!! Guuuuuuuuuys!!!” Suddenly Cameron’s two robopets Mech and Tech appear zooming towards the team. “They’re back, the slagfaces are back in town,” Mech says panting.
“Indeed,” Tech continues. “They have brought the same exact strike squadron to tear apart the town. I wonder why they’re using weak minor minions against us.”
“Whatever the reason, it’s been a while since we had a nice, action-packed butt-whoopin’, hasn’t it?” Cameron asks.
“You got that right,” Gina answers. “Whenever there’s trouble, G-Girl always returns to the spotlight to bust out her stretchy, super-sized artistry.”
“Totes,” Razor continues. “I’m so achin’ to burn and shred up some dark, puny jerks to shake off the school blues.”
“Okey doke, folks!” Cameron exclaims. “The Dream Team is back in business! Everyone, let’s-”
“Wait!” Tech interrupts. “You can’t change where everyone can see you, remember?”
“Whoops! I forgot. Follow me.” Cameron leads the team to an alleyway. Then they all line up.
“Let’s dream on, Dream Team!!!” Cameron shouts as he raises his fists and pounds them together. “CYBER-TIZE!!!”
Gina reveals her team communicator/transformation device on her wrist as she presses the button. “G-TASTIC!!!”
“Whatever,” Razor says while carelessly snapping his fingers.
Once they said their magic words, the three ordinary teenagers undergo a miraculous transformation. Cameron’s body becomes stripped showing a digital wireframe of himself as tech specs appear converting himself into a mechanical skeleton of moving gears and pumping pistons. Then metal armor materializes over him ending with his face looking robotic while his visor mask slides over his eyes and nose and mouthpiece retracts over his mouth. Cameron has become the digital defender, Cyberman!
Gina on the other hand, has her clothes digitally disappear and be replaced with her pink, stretchy spandex bikini costume while her tied ponytail hair becomes unbraided making her hair long and luxurious. She poses beautifully as she becomes G-Girl, the expandable enchantress.
As for Razor, flames of darkness engulf him as his body turns into dark, spikey, hard metal armor. The flames part as he becomes the crown prince of darkness himself, The Black Death.
Back at the rampaging platoon, they continue their spree until a voice calls out. “Hold it right there, suckers!” They look and see three silhouetted figures in the sun. “You Yinari dirtbags have no right to turn our town into a disaster movie set,” Cyber shouts.
“Yeah, you’re just about as twisted as moldy, germ-ridden Twizzlers,” G continues.
“Why don’t ya go stick your heads in a nuclear reactor and get yourselves a tan?” Black retorts.
The platoon looks confused and irritated. The team reveals themselves as they each heroically pose. “Cyberman, downloaded and ready to delete some dark, demonic, dorky doofuses!”
“G-Girl, back in the game to grow on all of you and give a great, gorgeous gaggle of graceful gore to you gruesome geeks!”
“The Black Death, I’m gonna fry you jerks into jerky. Ha! You get it?”
The team looks at him weird. “Uh, you were supposed to say it as a tongue-twister,” Cyber comments.
“Ah, deal with it, buckethead. I ain’t as creative as you.”
“And don’t forget us,” Mech jumps in. “The coolest tricked-out cybercat around, Mech!”
“And the most cybernetically, astronomically, electronically, engineered parrot in existence, Tech!”
“And together, we form the greatest, strongest, awesomest teenage dream warriors in the entire cosmos,”
“THE DREAM TEAM!!!!!!!!” The team shouts and poses heroically.
“I’m gonna have to come up with a better team name one of these days,” Black comments.
The soldiers give the go-ahead to attack the team. “Let’s take ‘em down, guys!” Cyber orders as they get down to business. Cyber busts out his lightning-fast martial arts while shooting lasers out of his fists. “To me, my pets!” he calls out towards Mech and Tech.
“What does that even mean anyway?” Mech asks. Suddenly Mech and Tech undergo a miraculous transformation of their own. Mech changes into Mechsword mode and Tech into Techshield as they both attach to Cyber’s hands. He uses them to slash and block against the soldiers. “Great job, little buddies,” he says. “And don’t you forget it,” Mech comments.
G stretches her arms giving them her signature extendo-punches. She even shows off her patented twister bash becoming a tornado of hurt. But she saved her best for last, “Here I grow again.” With a deep breath, she inflates herself taller and larger until she’s the length of two school buses. The soldiers gaze at her terrified while Cyber roots for her. “Whoo! That’s my girl!”
“Hey you gnarly little gnats,” she says to the soldiers below her. “Introduce your faces to my feet.” She squashes them into pancakes and kicks them like footballs. She also grabs them, scrunches them into balls, kicks them like hacky sacks and shoots them like soccer balls. “I learned that from watching Spanish TV.”
“Yeah, well I’m making this up,” Black says as he charges up his flaming fists and punches and kicks the soldiers making them explode on impact. “You sickos just bought yourselves a one-way ticket to my house of flaming hot pwnage.” He unleashes his devilish fiery fury from his hands towards the soldiers as they disintegrate into burnt ashes. “I think therefore you suck.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Cyber comments.
“Who’s askin’?”
The coast looks clear with no more enemies in sight. But unbeknownst to everyone, one more soldier creeps up behind Black and was about to strike him unaware. But luckily, Cyber blasts him while G squashes him to smithereens. Black looks surprised. “Did you, did you just?”
“That’s right, amigo. We just saved your back,” Cyber says.
“You’re welcome,” G adds.
“Why’d you do something like that?” Black asks.
“That’s what amigos do, they always stick up for each other and watch each other’s backs.”
“Don’t know what to say, man.”
“A simple “Thanks, buddy” would be cool.”
But Black’s attitude returned to him. “Tch, dream on, ain’t never gonna happen.”
“Dreaming on’s precisely our business. And who knows, maybe you’ll do the same.”
“Don’t push your luck, buckethead.”
“Well done, team,” Tech compliments. “I still don’t know what purpose the platoon was sent here for.”
“Probably just shows that they got nothing bad enough to bring us down,” Cyber answers. “I’d say we can really relax easy now that we can focus on school better without any major uglies cropping up. We really are the best of the best, huh?”
“I bet old cinderface himself is shaking in his iron undies before our terrifying power by now,” G retorts.
“Not beating up any big bad boss dudes sure takes the fun outta our job, don’t it?” Black drearily comments.