“You got it, Jedi?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
Michael Wheeler, Callsign Jedi, was a weapon like they had never seen. As a child his ability to copy the movements of others astounded everyone.
When he was 12, he stopped a bank robber dressed as Batman for Halloween. At 14, he couldn’t be beaten in any sport.
They called it Adoptive Muscle Memory. He could have been famous. Rich and famous. But fate had another idea.
His family was offered the oppurtunity to move to a secret government facility where Michael could train and be studied.
They were skeptical, but Dr. Fisher explained to them the importance of this discovery. Michael’s family agreed and Michael joined Dr. Fisher at a facility called Blackburn Mountain.
They learned that once his Adoptive Muscle Memory was able to imitate a move, it became hardwired in his brain.
He watched movies about heroes and could sword fight like the movies, but the lack of imagination on the facilities staff made his moves nearly impossible to use to any effective degree.
It was hollywood flashy fight moves, and Michael was easily beaten by professionals, but only once.
Soon they moved away from films and television as part of his training and quickly hired real martial artists, sword fighters, and warriors of all kinds.
One day, a man came to visit Michael.
“You want to be a Hero, Son?”
“More than anything, Sir!”
At the age of 18, Michael Wheeler joined the Army. He was smart and knew he had to be among the best, but not reveal his gift.
Within a year he was added to an elite unit known internally as the Black Guard.
Each member of the Black Guard had a unique skill. None of them were like Michael, though.
As they trained they jokingly called him a Jedi. The name stuck.
Michael moved down the hallway of the old concrete factory. It was overtaken by vegetation and made an excellent hiding place for the Anarchist group they were hunting.
They call themselves the Pandemonium Revolution, not that Michael cared. He did this God and Country.
He breached the room and moved like a swift wind. They were dead within seconds.
The team came in after him, impressed with his his first mission had worked out so far.
Technomancer moves to the computers set up and got to work. The TV was playing some animated show.
The show caught Michael’s eye. He watched a few seconds and saw a girl, she looked to be blind, fighting a huge guy and they seemed to be able to control rocks.
Michael felt something strange come over him and soon, he could sense….he could feel…parts of the solid world around him.
“You okay, Jedi?”
He couldn’t speak. He focused on that feeling. As he did, bricks flew from the crumbling wall and came to him on command. His reaction. Was to hit and block them. They then fired back across the small nerve center of the anarchists like rockets.
“Whoa! What the fuck was that?”
As Michael opened his eyes he saw a boy holding fire in his hands on the show.
With in second, he could wield fire.
“Oh, this is so fucking cool!” Michael exclaimed.