What manor indeed. The Zombie was sitting on a lawn chair in trunks and sunglasses then he heard a distinctive sound one only those who witness someone traveling dimensions or done so themselves would know.
Lifting up his sunglasses he looked at the appearing Duncan Garrick. "Please don't say take me to your leader."
((Couldn't help myself.))
The Kheldian gave a wry grin as he touched down. A brief moment of supplication to his inner self, caused his inner propulsion to fade, even as the glow of his eyes subsided. He took stock of what he saw before him. A member of the walking dead. While most men would treat such a sight with horror, contempt or even fear, Garrick somehow knew he had seen stranger sights in his time. Consequently a upward motion of his mouth drew into a careworn smile.
"Cute, you must be the welcoming commitee eh?"
Stretching he looked around, the scenery familiar yet alien at the same time. Granted it had to be strange to phase a Kheldian, but such as it was..
"Since your the first contact, I'll assume you to be the leader "o corpulent yet stylish one". Can you tell me the year?"
"Oh one of those. I know a Peacebringer who travels in time, she's a bit off. Anyway it's a lovely September 16th 2010. Your landed on the front of the Whitmoore apartments in Steel canyon."
He reached down and pulled out a bit of beef jerky from a bag and ate it. "I'm the frightful hero Rotten Luck, and No I'm no leader of anything. However if you have need of a fellow who takes a licking and keeps on beating I'm your man... dead or alive."
Anyway it's a lovely September 16th 2010...--------
Moonflash blinked and stared at the Undead fellow. Internally his logical systems were attempting to register what he had been told. With a pause he opened his mouth. Then he shut it.
"2010..? That cant be right.."
What few memories Garrick had told him it should be 2006. Indeed the last thing he recalled was giving a order to a giant manlike tiger to withdraw. The situation then had been grim. Four villains from the Rogue isles had appeared. Each bore the powers of a ancient godlike entity. Destruction, Chaos, Terror, and Death. Duncan remembered the situation clearly, but the names and the reasons for the fight eluded. From the chaos of the Shadow Shard a massive island sailing through the void had emerged. He had instructed the Tiger-Man to withdraw.. he had to go fight.. someone. Something .. dear to him?
Wait why was he fighting something dear to him? Something about a betrayal seemed to resonate, but where and how? A dull ache in the vacancy of his head provided no answer.
"I need to get back to base.. maybe some answers are there.. assuming Quin didnt blow it up with his ICBM collection.."
Another snippet of his past. A grinning scientist slapping him on the back and telling him that they now possessed nuclear capabilities, and a blind man clad in a simple jumpsuit wryly commenting that the U.N. (whatever that was) would "love them".
"Damnit who the hell am I..?"
Shaking his head he glanced up to the sky ironically to the moon, the silver rays of light matching his silver hair, and underscoring old scars giving him the appearance of being far older than his first glance said.
It had been four long years since his absence from Paragon City. In his time gone, Duncan Garrick had done many things, been many things. The war had been maddening, but now the Order of Infinita, and the Chaos-Seed Disturbance was behind him. Trapped for so long in alien dimensions, every day had been a struggle. Why had he gone to start? He did not remember. The details were scant. His name, Duncan Garrick. His home, Paragon City. His alias, Moonflash or as the Chaos Lords came to call him, Zoreth Tal.
..But was it really him? So much time had passed.. Four years to be precise. Was he remembered as a Hero that fought the Rikti in the Second Invasion? Was he still welcomed in Paragon City? Hero 102-219984, Alias Moonflash did not know, for the most basic thing had been torn from him as a final gift from Koreth, his depraved twin had been the most profound. His memory was gone.
Yet the chaos of the Shadow Shard had finally given way before the Light of the Peacebringers, and the coordinates that he sought to find his way back to his home dimension had finally been found.
..And so he had returned.
But in what manner this brand new world would greet him, remained to be seen.