Call of the Busbar Part 1069

In a world ravaged by unending tempests, where storm clouds collided in a perpetual dance of lightning and chaos, stood Captain Busbar – the lone survivor of a once-thriving world. The tale began centuries ago, with the events that unfolded at Eaves Bluff in Decatur, TN, setting in motion a global grounding catastrophe. Through the ages, Captain Busbar and The Copper Powered Components waged an unrelenting war, but time had eroded their ranks. Voltsmaster’s vitality had succumbed to the march of time and had seen him pass, Ampere’s last act was defending her village against the deadly storms, and Groundswell had fused with the Earth’s core to stop constant unrelenting and destructive volcanic activity. Colton vanished before the cataclysmic war reached its zenith and the bombs dropped, leaving Captain Busbar to bear witness to the world’s destruction. The Earth now lay ashen beneath tumultuous skies, devoid of life, shrouded in darkness, with storm clouds eclipsing the sun.

And so, in this world of perpetual turmoil, Captain Busbar persisted. A lone sentinel navigating ruins, his quest for snacks amid the wreckage of civilization was marked by daily failure. Yet, he persevered. Complex alchemical processes sustained his copper skin, defying the storms’ relentless assault. Purity was distilled from storm water, filling his makeshift pool, a haven where Captain Busbar found solace amidst the tempest’s wrath.

Amid the ceaseless fury, Captain Busbar paid homage to the past. He visited The No longer with us intern granite wall daily, etched with the names of countless interns long departed, many names illegible from damage to the monolith, he recited each name reverently, and said every one of their favorite snacks. Their memory then carried him to his haven, his pool, where lightning converged, grounding its fury into Captain Busbar, as he immersed himself within its cathartic embrace. Invulnerable to the very thing that had taken everything from him, he laughed as each bolt struck him floating in the pool. But sometimes, he also cried.

In solitude, Captain Busbar’s mind was ensnared by depression. Centuries of isolation had fractured his spirit, leaving a void that hungered for the camaraderie of old – for snacks, for The Copper Powered Components, and for the vibrancy of a world once verdant. Amid the wreckage, a copper busbar statue of Kayla had become his companion, both friend and foe, a reflection of his own tormented mind. Over time, paranoia had gnawed at his sanity, and conversations with the lifeless Kayla statue had soured into arguments. In a storm-charged exchange, Captain Busbar’s paranoia made him suddenly realize the copper Kayla as an enemy, forcing him to topple a nearby wall and hastily escape from her.

Captain Busbar ran to his pool and collapsed by it’s edge, looking into it’s water, and seeing his helmet back in it’s reflection. Tears streamed down his face into the pool’s water as Captain Busbar pondered shedding his helmet – the source of his immortality – believing that which lies beyond the confines of this life would shield him from pain the busbar Kayla had caused him. Amidst this storm of emotions, a voice echoed through his mind, breaking the centuries-old silence. It was Colton’s voice, clear and distinct, offering a lifeline across the chasm of isolation. Captain Busbar gazed into the pool, his reflection no longer that of his own helmet, and no longer the sound of his pain – it was Colton’s face, Colton’s warmth.

An ethereal hand reached out from the watery abyss breaking the image of Colton’s face, and with a storm’s fury, Captain Busbar grasped the hand. Water and Copper Biceps flexed, strength surged, and Captain Busbar was pulled into the depths, emerging beside the Eaves Bluff boat ramp, beneath the rain of a thunderstorm, their reunion a bridge spanning centuries, Colton’s hand firmly in his grip. Colton’s words carried the resonance of destiny, of change. “Welcome Back, Captain,” his voice, a beacon across time itself. “Let’s get it right this go around shall we?”

The sight of this world was too much for Captain Busbar. Tears welled in his eyes, and a torrent of emotions surged forth, his words a jumbled symphony of pain and memory. “The future… it was supposed to be different,” he mumbled, his voice quivering as though each word was a fragile shard of his shattered past. His gaze distant, he recounted the turbulent years that had unfurled since the great Storm – the cataclysmic harbinger of darkness that tore through the world, drowning it in perpetual chaos.

“I saw it all, you know,” he continued, his voice trembling with a mix of anguish and disbelief. “The volcanoes, their fiery eruptions painting the sky with molten rage. And then, one by one, they all vanished, just like everyone else. Gone, all gone…” His words trailed into the tumultuous air, the weight of his loneliness palpable.

His voice cracked as he recounted The War, the relentless clash of powers, and the plated bombs that rained from the skies like copper harbingers of doom. The world transformed into an ashen wasteland, the sky a permanent veil of darkness, the ground a graveyard of hopes and dreams. “I walked among the ruins, the remnants of life turned to dust,” he murmured, a tremor in his voice.

Amid the storm’s chorus, a profound breakdown gripped Captain Busbar. He crumbled beneath the weight of his memories, the enormity of his solitude. A torrent of tears flowed, mingling with the relentless rain – the tears of a being who had borne witness to the annihilation of his world, the extinction of life, and the relentless march of time.

But then, a glimmer of light emerged from the darkness. Figures approached, The Copper Powered Components, his beloved companions. Their arms encircled him, embraces that radiated warmth and understanding. They hugged him as the storm raged around them, grounding their shared pain and solidarity. In their collective embrace, the tempest’s fury seemed to ebb, replaced by a profound connection that resonated beyond the confines of words.

Groundswell’s voice, soft and reassuring, cut through the storm’s cacophony. “Captain Busbar, listen to me,” she began, her words grounded in unwavering certainty. “This time will be different. We are here, together, to rewrite this tale. Our unity, our resilience, it’s a grounding force that can withstand even the stormiest of challenges.”

Then a tearful embrace united Colton and Captain Busbar, arms wrapped tightly around one another, a reunion transcending centuries of solitude. “Thank you, Colton. You’ve given this world another chance,” Captain Busbar’s voice trembled, a rare testament of hope amid chaos. The storm’s crescendo painted their reunion as a defiant symphony of unity, grounding, and camaraderie.

Captain Busbar looked around at his comrades, their expressions a blend of empathy and determination. Their presence was a lifeline, an anchor in the tumultuous sea of his emotions. The storm’s relentless symphony seemed to pause, if only for a moment, as they stood together. The winds whispered promises of change, the raindrops danced a hopeful melody, and in that moment, as the storm raged around them, they found strength in each other.

“Ok, where were we?” Captain Busbar’s question hung in the storm-charged air, a rallying cry against the tempest that had gripped his world for centuries. “Oh yeah, you guys were going to laminate together.”