Mortal Kombat: New Defenders Quest #1

Hello and welcome back to Mortal Kombat Konquest. Today, we begin the fourth arc of our story, New Defenders Quest, following the exploits of the titular New Defenders, the next generation of heroes to fight for the safety of the realms. Made up of heroes from Earthrealm and Outworld, this alliance is comprised of some of their finest and most cunning warriors.

...Except for Samantha Stryker, that is, who is completely in over her head and our first protagonist in our new episodic adventure.

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Our story begins now!

Sam nervously taps her foot on the floor of her apartment while chewing on a nail. Alongside her are two suitcases containing everything she owns, except her police uniform that she is currently wearing. It makes her feel a bit more important and consequently not nearly as on edge, but nothing can really keep her from being as uncertain as she is. But that hasn't stopped her from being packed and ready to go.

In her other hand is her cell phone, and on that phone is a text message from Cassie that they would be coming to get her today. She doesn't know how, exactly, because she didn't say. Car? Helicopter? Thunder god teleportation? When she received the message she had responded immediately but hadn't asked, and now she feels that it's too late to send another message without seeming awkward. She wants to project confidence and adaptability, even if she didn't have either when she was suddenly whisked away to Outworld to help fight an army of undead.

Her roommate Jessica sits nearby while looking up at Sam, who can't help but stare at the door as she stands in the middle of the room. Jess pulls her hair back and cocks a brow as she looks at the nervous policewoman.

"You could wait while sitting down, you know," she points out.

"I know, I know, but she said it would be at nine and it's nine-oh-five," Sam says, checking her phone for the time. 'Correction: Nine-oh-six,' she thinks with a growing knot in her stomach. What if she isn't actually coming?

"So, did they say they were going to pick you up in your uniform?"

"Uh, well, no," she replies. "But I thought it would make me seem more... official. I want to impress these people."

"Didn't you say you already hung out with them? Why do you need to impress them?"

>Naive: "I think it makes me look kind of cool, is all."
>Unconfident: "Yeah, you're probably right..."
>Romantic: "I want someone to notice me."
>Non-Confrontational: Say nothing and keep waiting
>Other (write-in)

>>Naive: "I think it makes me look kind of cool, is all."

She looks back at Jess and says, "I think it makes me look kind of cool, is all,” before facing forward.

Sam swallows the lump in her throat. She had told Jess only the most minute and vague details about her time with the team, excluding pretty much everything involving other realms, armies of skeletal samurai, dragons and magic in general. She hadn't even told her many of the names of the other people on the team. Things have been difficult for her as far as keeping Jessie’s curiosity at bay and hiding the true nature of her trip from not too long ago.

She checks her phone again, almost like a nervous habit, growing increasingly more worried. She stands perfectly still and runs a hand through her hair.

Jess watches her with a look of pity on her face. “You’re driving yourself crazy, Sam.”

Sam lets out a long sigh. “I know, I know, I know, it’s just that she said she’d be coming and I don’t know if---“

She stops herself mid-sentence when she hears a knock on the door. Like a rabbit rushing to its burrow, she dashes to the door and opens it up, beholding none other than Cassandra Cage, wearing a very casual outfit, almost like something one would wear to the gym, and a pair of sunglasses.

Cassie smiles. “Sam! Hey, what’s up? Can I come in?”

Sam nods and lets Cassie into the apartment. The blonde girl surprises her with a hug, a surprisingly friendly one, before stepping back and looking at her uniform. “You got all dressed up, huh?”

“Y-yeah, I, uh, didn’t know if I should or shouldn’t so I thought, hey, best to be on the safe side, right? Haha…”

Cassie cocks a brow and smiles. “Whatever floats your boat. Me, I’m business casual.”

Sam stands up. “What kind of business has that as its business casual?”

“The business of kicking ass, and business is good.”

>Hurry up out the door
>Introduce Cassie to your former roomie
>Ask Cassie when you are leaving
>Ask Cassie how she got here
>Other

>>Hurry up out the door
>>Introduce Cassie to your former roomie

>Introduce Cassie to your former roomie
>Ask Cassie when you are leaving
>Ask Cassie how she got here
All of these lines deliver stuttering like a champ

“Cassie, this is Jessie. Jessie, Cassie.”

The daughter of Cage looks at Jess and gives her a smile while holding out her hand. “Hi, I’m Cassie.”

“Jessie,” she replies, shaking her hand. “Have I seen you before? You look kind of familiar…”

“Trust me, I get that a lot,” Cassie says with a smile.

“So how do you know Sam? Are you on the team too?”

“Oh, you told her about the team?” Cassie asks Sam.

The policewoman swallows again. She speaks quickly. “Yeah, you know, just a bit. But I’ve got my stuff all ready and the landlady is all settled with which was a nightmare of its own but we don’t have to stick around or anything.” Sam shifts from one foot to the other, smiling and trying not to give off the impression of trying to hurry things along.

Cassie doesn’t seem to notice or mind. She looks at the suitcases. “All packed up then?”

“Y-yeah,” Sam says. “Are we going right now?”

Cassie lowers her sunglasses. “Is that cool? We can leave any time, you know.”

“You don’t want to stick around at all?” Jess asks. “I wouldn’t mind hearing a bit about what you’re going to be doing.”

“That’s fine,” Sam says, turning to give her friend and roomie a hug. “Like I said, I’ll be in touch. I’ll write and stuff.”

“Well, if you’re really in that much of a hurry, alright,” Jess replies. “Stay safe and let me know how things go.”

“I definitely will,” Sam promises.

Cassie bends over a bit and picks up one of the suitcases. “I’ll give you a hand.”

As they move towards the door, Jess sees them out. “Bye Sammie! Good luck with the team!”

As they go down the stairs, Cassie gives Sam a bit of a knowing look, but still asks, “So, how much did you tell her? For real.”

“N-not much… I didn’t think she’d believe me.”

“Well, it’s not like dealing with this kind of stuff doesn’t run in the family, right? Trust me, I know all about that.”

>Naïve: ”So, are we driving from here?”
>Unconfident: “I was starting to think you weren’t going to come…”
>Romantic: “Say, uh, Tundra isn’t with you, is he?”
>Daddy Issues: “Yeah, but I don’t like to talk about dad…”
>Other

>>Unconfident: “I was starting to think you weren’t going to come…”
>>Romantic: “Say, uh, Tundra isn’t with you, is he?”

>Unconfident: “I was starting to think you weren’t going to come…”