The History of "Shimmer"

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[font=System]The History Of Rick “Shimmer” Rubin


"Now," Rick told his wife, "I am going on a long trip. You won't see me for years, but I will come back and see you."

"Where are you going?"

"I am going into the future. I am sure you will be angry when you see me, but it won't be for long, because once I have seen you, I will then disappear again and you will see me standing in this very spot precisely five minutes from now."

Rick’s wife was baffled.

"I am curious what our 10 000 000 credits will do if I invest in Interspace Commerce and leave them," he said. "I've decided to go 2000 years into the future and see the outcome."

"What if you can't come back?"

A slight pause - then, "I hope I made the right choice."

"What do you want for dinner?"

"I wouldn't make anything for me now, but, five minutes later, I will tell you what I want."

Rick left for the basement. His wife, still baffled, but knowing that Rick was a puzzling man, went to the kitchen to make dinner, with or without her husband's request. She was quite unsure what to make of all of it, but, after a few minutes, she quickly forgot the
conversation.

Later in the afternoon, Rick’s wife walked over to the basement door and knocked. She waited. She knocked again, and, again, nothing. Finally, she opened the door and walked down to the laboratory. Rick was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't heard him come up. Where had he gone?
When supper was ready, and the light outside turned a dim color, Rick‘s wife called out his name, but no one answered. The house was quite still.

"I don't like this," she thought. "He's never been late for dinner before."

Rick’s dinner grew cold, and his wife placed it in the oven to keep warm hoping he would notice it when he came back. In the morning, Rick’s plate was still warm in the oven. He had never touched it. His wife looked for him once again and called out his name, but it was to no avail - he wasn't in the house.

After several days, Rick’s wife contacted the authorities and told them what had happened. They searched the house for clues, but all they could find was a slightly discolored spot on the basement floor.

"Did he say anything before he left?" they asked.

"I'll be back in five minutes," she said.

After the authorities had left, and after several more days, weeks and months, the case was officially closed. Rick was missing, but since no foul play could be determined, it was decided that he had just deserted his wife. Rick’s wife was not pleased.

Years passed, and Rick’s wife was able to secure a job that kept her living slightly above poverty level. Day after day, while working, she cursed her husband for leaving her. She would never forgive him. Never! Her face became more wrinkled and the pretty smile she once wore turned into a permanent scowl.

Finally, 2000 years to the day her husband had left (she survived this long due to cryogenic freezing), Rick’s wife was sitting at the kitchen table when she heard a noise coming from the basement. She immediately got up in fright. Who was down there? She heard footsteps slowly walking up the stairs and - finally - the door flew open and there, before her eyes, was none other than Rick. He didn't look any different than when he had left.

"You!" she managed to say.

"Okay, what's the value of our 10 000 000 creds?" Rick asked.

"Where have you been?"

"That doesn't matter. What matters is the value of our 10 000 000. I need to know if I invested wisely or not."

"You left me 2000 years ago with nothing to live in and expect to find anything left of the 10 000 000?"

"You spent it all?" Rick asked. "Oh great - that's just great. I'll be right back."

Rick turned and went down into the basement.

"Rick? Rick, where are you?" Rick’s wife said but suddenly saw a brilliant blue flash of light and then nothing. Robert had vanished once again.

Rick’s wife went back to the dining table. She sat down and tried to think of what had happened. Her mind was muddled. She couldn't think. The 10 000 000 had been - she thought - left untouched when Rick had first left, but now - she was beginning to remember different things. The 10 000 000 had been placed in a trust. A trust where she couldn't touch the money for twenty years. Then, she remembered that when the authorities had informed her that Rick had deserted her and was never located, that she had him declared legally dead so the trust would be legally hers without waiting for 2000 years.

Another flash of light in the basement, more footsteps, and Rick walked into the kitchen.

"The value?"

"I told you I spent it."

"I put it in a trust."

"I had you declared legally dead." Rick’s wife said.

"Oh bother," Rick said. "I'll be back again."

A flash of light and Rick’s wife was again confused.

"Did I say spent it? Spent what?" she thought.

She had tried to obtain some money after Rick had left her. When she had gone to inquire how much was in their account, she had found out that Rick had withdrawn the money and had hidden it somewhere - but where?

Another light and Rick was there in the kitchen again.

"Do you know how much you put me through? You left me nothing to live on."

"This will all be a bad dream," Rick said.

"If it wasn't for some gold that I found buried in the backyard, I would never have survived."

"You found the gold?"

"So that's where you hid the money!" Rick’s wife said. "Good. I'm glad I found it and spent it all!"

Rick went back into the basement and disappeared. His wife sat still for awhile expecting him to appear, but he never did. She got up and went to cook. She thought of her husband and tried to remain bitter against him. She suddenly couldn't think of what would make her bitter. Deserted her? He had never deserted. What an imagination she must have. As she opened a cupboard, Rick walked into the kitchen.

"Have you decided what you want for dinner?" she asked. "I haven't started making anything yet."

"Leave me alone, I'm not hungry," Rick said and sat down at the kitchen table.

"What's wrong?"

"Can't you keep your grubby hands off our money for a few years?"

"What?"

"You can't let me leave you for a measly 2000 years without spending everything we have, can you?"

"What are you talking about, honey? You haven't been gone for five minutes and already something is troubling you."

Rick looked at the wife of his youth.

What if he killed her? He could strangle her now, go into the future, see what the 10 000 000 did, come back a few minutes before, and live happily ever after.

"May I see that dish towel for a sec?"

Rick’s wife handed it to him, and, much to her desperate surprise, he tied it around her neck and choked her, all the while telling her, "Don't worry, this is just an experiment."

Rick went back down into the basement, and 2000 years later reappeared in a flash of light.

"Who's down there?" a man asked walking down the basement stairs.

Rick hadn't thought of this. He looked for somewhere to hide, but it was too late. The new owner of the house had a gun.

"Say your prayers."

"Wait! I can explain!"

“No one..NO ONE comes into the house of the Outcast’s…”

A few years later…

“Those wretched people…what did they do to me…and who are the Outcast’s?”

Rick lay in some kind of strange contraption…labeled “Raven’s Claw”

“Hmmm…looks like some kind of fighter ship”

Without a moment to spare, Rick uploaded the coordinates to a place called Planet Manhattan

It is at this time, that Rick swore revenge on those who opposed him. He had been treated like dirt for too long…


[OOC] It's not much Freelancer orientated yet, I haven't had enough time to add the most recent "history". Hopefully in the near future, I will be able to add some more. I hope you enjoyed the story, and thanks for reading:)[/OOC]

EDIT: I just realised this is in the wrong sub-section...Could an admin please move it? Thanks


>>Based off a story and ideas written by a friend<<

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