I was helping out the south guard station of foreign city's entrance, having won their trust after some strife there. The north guard station and the city were separated from the south station by a moat, which was crossed by a sturdy bridge made of pilled-up dirt.
As noone else could manage to swim across the moat to the north guard entrance to inform them of our recent troubles, I tried to do so, encountering great trouble as well from the waves. When swimming, I was able to breathe the water, although doing so for too long would result in me not being able to get oxygen. Swimming in this manner was very fun, and I could easily dive beneath the surface as well.
I could also fly, however, by flapping my arms, and from about the halfway point of the bridge I could reach the northern guard station with some luck. I did so, and tried to inform them of our recent strife, but realized that I had forgot the particular messages I had been told to relay. The northern guards did not trust me at first, until I informed them that I had previously been in their city, at which point they recognized me.
Going back to the southern guard station and asking, I attempted to get a guard from the north station who was there to take the message, but he did not pay me any mind as he ran back to his station.
Chasing him along the bridge, I soon came to the gate to the city, but remembered that the up elevator it possessed would only work for people from the city; others could only go down to the bridge. I then dived in the water, that I might reach the guard post.
I was being held captive in a cell which had a door extending from the floor. I had not been disarmed, however, and wished to escape. As the door began to slowly open, I took aim with my long energy weapon and quickly shot those waiting outside the door, resulting in them fizzling away in a burst of visual static.
After I had shot most of them, some of the remaining entities outside the door, all droids, tried to attack me, but before long I had dealt with them too. Shortly after this incident, someone approached the door to the room my cell opened into, and through a crack in the door which was produced as he tried to push his way inside and I tried to close and lock the door I saw that it was the leader of the group holding me hostage, who went by the name 'Malarkey' or somesuch.
Slamming the door shut and turning the lock to what I thought to be the locked position, thinking that it would give me more time to prepare even if he broke through the door, I relaxed a bit, before the door behind me burst open, making me realize that I must have turned the lock in the wrong direction. Seeing a sword hilt inside the leader's jacket, I rushed towards him, pulling the sword out of his jacket and attempting to slash and stab him with it. He laughed, however, and told me that the material the sword - named after him - was made of could not harm him.
He then told me that they did not wish to harm me and that, If I wanted, he would get me some food. I agreed to the food, and began to relax.
Someone had talked to me about commissioning my services to open a portal for the transportation of themselves and a number of other people, however had then said that they'd do it themselves, much to my disappointment.
Forgetting this, I arrived on the spot and began trying to open the portal, closing my eyes. A bit rusty in this skill, I was unable to open it on the first try, and upon opening my eyes I saw the person I had talked to earlier opening one. Disappointed, I ran back to my home, taking shortcuts through some rather seedy districts and catching the attention of some news reporters who thought I must have stolen something.
Slipping through a crack and losing the reporters, I arrived home and grabbed onto the steel bar which was the entrance to it. I tried to levitate myself up it's length but was unable to, and climbed up it instead.
I and the rest of my class were on a field trip with our latin and architecture teacher, and were walking around in a futuristic looking building of steel and glass. I had gotten a notice, however, of crimes from the governor of Virginia, and was worried that I would be arrested soon. One of them was for some sort of copyright infringement, and I was particularly worried about this one.
I saw the governor walking around as I frantically dashed around the museum, trying to avoid him. I showed the copyright charge to some of my classmates as well, trying to figure out what I should do.