A magical invitation

Huh, apparently while you were contemplating where to go and who to look for help, it never occurred to that anyone would be looking for you which is rather disturbing in and of itself considering the only people who know you even exist you can count on one hand, and most of them are dead at this point in time.

Still the fact that you were giving a magical message with coordinates to meet with you on Eearthrealm and discuss your future was interesting as much as alarming. Well you can't say your not intrigued, but the list of people who could do that is rather low and not altogether someone your eager to meet. Of course, your not in a position to be picky. Whoever this turns out to be they will either help you or you say no and most likely kill each other.

Thankfully opening portals to other realm was chief among the skills the late Quan Chi taught you in your younger naive days so getting to Earthrealm was simple enough, and the coordinates given made it that much easier to reach your intended destination. On the other side of the portal, you felt the chilling bite in the air as you find yourself standing on a mountain with an incredible view of other mountains and plains nearby yet distant.

"Welcome to Wales, Prince Jared", said a voice nearby as you turned to me it.

You find yourself surrounded by people you don't recognize, which is honestly better then you were hoping for since they likely have as much presence in realm affairs as much as you do (none at all), and they most likely wish to change that for themselves and seek your help. Still best not to assume just yet and play by ear, as they say in Earthrealm.

You see before you on your left, a seemingly middle aged bespectled Woman with a white coat and special forces grade combat armor. Appearance wise she seems like a special forces scientist or surgeon, a combat medic perhaps? Even more offsetting then the fact you can't get a read on the woman, you have this sneaking suspician that the woman is much older and knowing capable then she seems, an Edenian perhaps? Next to him seems to be humanoid made entirely of metal, judging by the design you would guess one of those cyber ninja you have heard bout, curious as last you heard Sub-Zero scrapped them all. On your right, is another Woman who is clearly local earthrealm from the outfit alone, with a black and blue blouse with matching skirt, coupled with an umbrella and derby hat. Her very stance and posture indicates class and style. Next to her seems to be a gorgeous woman dressed as a provacative maid, where the skirt is barley over her hips with bare legs covered only by fishnet stockings, that seems to snug tightly around her. You probably would have noticed her calculating yet smoldering eyes if you were not so distracted by her voluptuous bosoms, arguably the biggest pair you have seen from any female humanoid you have seen, even a Shokan women would be green with envy if they ever cared for it. It's enough of a wonder how they can fit into her outfit without bursting out.

"Just Jared, Edenia hasn't been it's own sovereign kingdom ever since my dear father conquered it, and Outworld would lynch me if they new their was one last living heir to the Conqueror himself", you replied. "Now since you clearly have the advantage over me, why don't you explain who you are and what do you want from me?"

"Straight and to the point I see" said the well dressed Earthrealmer with a look of intrigue. "Very well, I am Sir Wilma Windgardian Pennyworth von Ramsly, of the von Ramsly family several generations of knights and nobility who have dedicated their lives for Queen and Country, even by unsavory but neccessary means. I am but the latest inheritor of this mission and this is my trusted aide and confident Evie. I'm here because the Outworld Invasion nearly two decades ago have drawn my attention and I have since became invested in the future of the realms. The Lady over there is my latest addition to my circle of associates partaining to realm affairs, Dr. Sutra Kamas. Physician and Scientist extordinair, a genius in cybernetics and even an expert in magic as it turns out. The machine next to her is in fact the last remaining piece of the old Lin Kuei's defunct cyber initiative salvaged by special forces, it was originally called Triborg since it had the comined data and combat systems of Sector, Cyrax and even their designs for the late champion Smoke though after the inclusion of the Sub-Zero data from when he was cyber, the name became a bit redundant so we started calling it Kuei Borg for more thematically appropriate reasons."

Well this has certainly peaked your interest, but you did notice that she only answered one of your questions, but you more drawn by the revelation of the so called doctor.

"You know magic, like a sorceror?" you asked suspicously.

"Ugh, I despise that title", Said the armoured woman, more annoyed then offended. "A Sorceror is one who studies magic for the purpose of feeding their hunger for power and use it to serve their ambitions. I study magic for the sake of expanding my knowledge and understanding of existence as we know it. It's also a useful asset to fill the void that science can only do so much. If you must call me anything you can refer me as a scholar.

Suddenly this attitude clicks in your mind and you realize something. "Your Hizusa, the Edenian outcast, are you not?" you accuse.

The female doctor in question only raised her eyebrow and replied, "That was the name my mother gave me when I lived in Edenia yes. Since my exile I have had to come up with more suitable names to better fit in here in earthrealm, and with how short earthrealm times tend to be and how fast the world changes compared to every other realms, I've had to assume many names to continue living among the populance and continue my work relatively unabated as the centuries rolled down. Sir Von Wilma was merley the only one to have realized my true origins and elicited my services in exchange for continued supply of new identities, and facilities to continue my work in. The automaton is my latest aquisistion before faking my death and leaving Special Forces Realm Defense devisions R&D department."

Suspiscous yet satisfied with how forthcoming she is, you turned over to Sir Wilma who is clearly the leader of this outfit.

Noticing your attention is back to her she leaps at the opputunity to make her pitch. "Well as the dear doctor clarified, after the initial invasion I did some digging and found many of her identities and deduced her other realm nature, so we started working togethor ever since, first working as my inside source within special forces. However she felt there was nothinng more to learn so she used this machine that Special Forces salvaged and put together to go beserk and kill everyone but her to fake her death and take it with her. Now as to where I fit in, well I represent the many people of all walks of life in this world that has due to the last fiasco with Shinnok coming back under General Blades nose, and the double-cross and invasion by Kotal Khan, have lost faith that Outworld will leave us alone and Special Forces are enough to deal with the problem. So I have been givin the task of offering them an alternate solution. Doctor Kama offered you as the key to that solution and help me set up this meeting. Though how she even knew you existed when literaly no one else did is a mystery to me.

Now you looked back to the endenian exile, with narrowing supsicous eyes as your incredibly curious about that as well since the only people you know of that know you are your adopted father Asgarrth who raised you and Quan Chi who trained you in your magic, and Asgarrth took your existence to his grave and Quan Chi would keep you existence to himself to keep an ace up his sleeve and he died before he could do anything with it. So it does makes a valid question how in the netherealm would she know who you are and how to contact you.

The doctor simply looked unphased by your gaze and nonchalantly said, "The simple reason is that Asgarrth hunted me down and asked me to serve the late Queen Sindel while she was pregnant with you and help hide your existence and your birth from everyone, especially your father. In the end I ensured your birth covertly and quitely without anyone knowing with my knowlede of medicine and magic, and sworn to secrecy for your protection. However since the greatest threats to your life are already dead and under obligation to help Sir Wilma with her endeavors you were the logical and natural choice to help us with our Outworld problem."

"So you want to place me on the Outworld throne, and by extension grant you prestige and ingluence in both Outrealm and Earthrealm and by extension the other realms", you put together for yourself.

"That's the long term plan yes", Sir Wilma confirmed. "But we can work out all those details at a later time as the priority is to getting you in a position take over Outworld which will be no small feat by itself."

"That's all well and good", you replied. "But I have no interest in ruling that barbaric wasteland, my interest is restoring Edenia and my real family, no more and no less."

Sir Wilma merely smirks as she shrugs, "I can work with that", she said. "In fact restoring Edenia and becoming our allies would weaken Ourtworlds reach and strengthen our own, as then Outworld would be forced to fight on two fronts, not to mention it would be treat to see this bigone world of paradise I have heard so much about. Of course this forces us to confront the elephant in the room, how do we do pull that off?"

It really does provoke your ire, mostly cause you know she is right, you havent figured out exactly how to do that. Your best plan was to assemble a great enough force against Kotal and force him to seperate Edenia from Outworld, even though your not sure he would even know how to do that to begin with.

"Perhaps I can find the solution provided I have access to Outworld's archives and the flesh pits", Dr. Kama inferred.

Well that does sound like a better method, still in order to get that kind of access one would need to sneak in undetected or have the Khan's permissision, or be the Khan. Well you already decided that you would have to confront Kotal Khan anyway and these people are willing to help you, for a price of course. Still with the power the cyber ninja, the knowledge of the self-declared scholar, and the resources and connections of Sir Wilma is as good a first step as any.

"Let's suppose I agree to joining forces with you, what would be next for us?", you asked as if still contemplating your descision.

"Well as the future Khan or King", Sir Wilma said. "I would leave that up to you. I do have quite a few options to pursue though. I have a contact in Outwolrd that has recently taking over her tribe that has spent the last decades out of the civil war, mostly due to the tribe being too preoccupied fighting each other over a power vacum that needed to be filled. Still she is reasonalble and has yet to swear one way or the other, thus can be persuaded to join your banner. On the other hand, there is plenty of oppurtunity here in Earthrealm, for one thing I have a contact withing the Red Dragons that has been feeding intelingence to both the Black Dragons and Special Forces at my behest. From which I have learned that Kenshi Takahashi and his wayword son Takeda are on thier way to take down Deagon the leader together in revenge. If we help them along, that would put the Red Dragons in a position to be put under new management, and give us the manpower and resources we need to take out the Black Dragons and assimilate them to our designs. That should give us more then enough of a power base to begin our campaigne in Outworld wouldn't you think.

You find yourself marveling at the womans cunning, cleary she does not mess around nor does she stand idle. She cleary has been preparing to make her move with or without you and has the foresight of covering her bases, building a powerbase here first before moving on to foreign territory. You can't help but feel respect alongside attraction for this middle aged mortal with her exotic accent. You can feel the shit eating grin on your face.