This is a story I wrote about my fan game. It will help shed light on the events leading up to the game. If you don't know where agent 86 is from than you could probably have a good time playing Flame of eternity. It's a other chrono trigger game that I like a whole bunch.
Crimson Cold War: Agency
It wasn't a moment ago that Agent 86 was fighting to protect the timeline from certain change when he emerged in a small poorly lit room. This small room marked the beginning of a thousand ends. He yanked open the door and before him stood a man dressed in the same uniform as him. The architecture looked to be magically cut stone from zeal but the computer console built into the wall belied this being the magical kingdom of Zeal.
Agent 86 was suprised when the man before him spoke in an accent foreign to anything he had heard in his entire life. "Took a bit of tumble there eh boy?" The agent said quickly
"I'm not sure." Agent 86 met the gaze of the other agent and he found they looked nearly identical.
The other agent laughed "Lord Tunderin', I'm you and you're me. Now right yourself eh boy?"
Agent 86 didn't want to make too many assumptions at this point but he had to find out what he could if he was going to get back to the mission. "How many of uz are zere?" He asked
"Oh gosh! A handful or two. I'm the welcome mat." He said than motioned toward the door. "The gurus are here they can explain it more what I can. Talk to them through here." He opened the door for the new arrival.
Without a word he stepped into the main chamber of Zeal's version of Chronopolis. Other Agent 86 copies worked feverishly at the consoles. At the end of the room was a tunnel into which was a familiar purple distortion. The edge of the tunnel was filled with machinery that was holding open an aperture through time. It was more than that.
Gasper reached his hand out as he approached. "Greetings stranger, I'm not surprised to see your kind here." he laughed. His aged face was trustworthy but he spoke sternly and seriously. "you are likely eager to get back but it isn't that easy. You are from an alternate timeline. You are here because we tried to build something to catch objects lost in time. At first we wanted to build something to test all possibilities but... It seems to just bring more Agent 86's."
Agent 86 pointed at the portal. "Vat about zat? does zat still vork?" he asked.
Gasper closed he eyes and sighed. "I don't know. In reality that portal could go a anywhere. It likely isn't a safe trip." he said gruffly.
A stalwart agent to the end Agent 86 started walking toward the portal. "excuze me guru I must return to zee mission." He said as respectfully as he could but he knew this was not his guru.
Melchoir who was classically dressed in zeal finery blocked his path. "Please... It isn't safe. If you are going to step into certain oblivion..." He said holding out a gun by it's barrel and offered it to Agent 86. "No world is perfect. This is a prototype dream gun. In this age there else is nothing like it. This is all I can do to help. You are a brave soul to charge in. Braver than your peers. They are working together to try to calibrate the portal and create a way to return to their specific timelines. Where ever you end up... Be safe." He cleared the way for Agent 86 when the new weapon was received.
The third Guru, Belthasar smiled meekly but shook his head. He thought this was foolhardy. No man should step through. If he steps through he might step through a thousand times. There was no question that a man could step though. The question was whether there was another timeline to meet him or not.
Agent 86 didn't hesitate. As he walked the distortion got further away. The walls repeated and became foggy. He looked back to see himself looking back. Quickly he turned his head forward again fearing to meet his own gaze once again. It didn't take long for him to walk into something.
Falling backward he found himself in the same dark room as before. Perhaps he was simply transported back to the same place. Collecting himself he opened the door.
A mean square jawed gaurd standing next to what looked like a Lasher. The gaurds coat of arms was from the nation of Porre. The two soldiers noticed agent 86 right away. Drawing weapons they approached.
Agent 86 had no time to think. He fired the dream gun at the Lasher, killing him. As the Lasher fell bright bolts exploded in rapid succession around the doorway he was using for cover. Pulling the door halfway shut for more cover he returned fire. Bright flashes of indeterminable colour ripped through the guard's armor and turned a section of his chest into jelly. He hollered and fell dead against the wall.
It was the same building. It wasn't under control of anyone with good intentions though. There is another portal. There is always another portal. The situation he so brazenly walked into was going to repeat. Each time is was going to get worse.
Find out what happens next but beating Crimson Cold War and Reptite Rage.
