[center][u][b]San Fransokyo ~ A Long Time Ago[/b][/u][/center]
"Y'know, I see your mouth moving but all I hear is 'Blah blah blah science, blah blah blah mechanics'." Sam had a wide grin on his face, one Riley had nicknamed his troll face. It was also a grin Riley hated seeing, something about it just made want to punch Sam in the mouth. Sam quickly bent down and pulled Riley into a headlock and proceeded to noogie him mercilessly, "C'mon not everyone speaks egghead, Egghead!" Sam eventually showed pity and released his brother.

"Well if you didn't sleep in school maybe you'd speak a little egghead yourself!" Riley taunted, reaching for a wadded up sheet of paper and chucking it at Sam's face. Sam ducked and had Riley in another headlock, "Okay okay! Uncle! Uncle!" this got Sam to let go and the brothers started laughing at each other, "Alright alright..." said Riley between breathless laughs, "...just watch my presentation at the fair. You'll see what I'm cooking up then. Speaking of, you got the stuff loaded in the car right?"

"Yep." said Sam, turning Riley's wheelchair around and pushing him toward the open garage door, "All there. All that's left is the drive. Ready to dazzle the world?" as he was getting into the car, Sam felt like he'd left his own body. He watched himself get into the car and drive off with Riley. Sam silently gave chase but it felt like the universe itself was holding him back and forcing him to watch the accident play out in front of him. That was when he woke up.

[center][u][b]Land of Dragons[/b][/u][/center]
"Ugh... feel like I crashed into a bus." Sam muttered as he painfully pushed himself to his feet. Something wasn't right, however. His left arm felt stiff and refused to move, "Great, bastard busted my arm. Okay, what's the damage?" rather than stand, Sam instead put himself into a sitting position with his legs crossed. He had to manually move the arm with his other one, but he held it up to look at it more closely.

"Son of a..." Sam's voice trailed off as he grumbled. The arm was pretty wrecked. Any more damage and it would have fallen out entirely. Thankfully Sam wasn't completely up the creek. Reaching back with his right hand, Sam removed the Lightning Edge from its holster, sheath and all. The sheath had a small storage compartment right next to the open end. Sam popped it open and emptied its contents into the palm of his unmoving mechanical hand. They were small objects, tiny black spheres with two oblong limbs each. The limbs twitched with movement, making the spheres move in turn.

Microbots. Or at least a variation of Microbots. These types were designed with the sole purpose of getting into small spaces within machines to perform repairs on the field. They wouldn't fix Sam's arm perfectly, but they would provide a temporary fix until he could take the thing apart and fix it more thoroughly later, "Looks like they work after all. Thanks... Hiro." the Microbots weren't Sam's creation, nor Riley's. Instead they were invented by Riley's friend, the same one who introduced Riley to the Institute and later helped Sam build his arm and sword.

When his arm could move again, Sam grabbed the Lightning Edge off of the palace floor and stood to his feet, "Now... to figure out how long I've been out for. I swear when I find that Imperator I'm gonna-" the sound of the front doors opening grabbed Sam's attention. Without thinking he pulled out the Lightning Edge and held it at the ready for whoever or whatever walked through those doors.

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