The Death and Resurrection of EXTENDAR (a Masters of the Universe Fan Fiction Origin Story)


SYNOPSIS
[EN] Before there was EXTENDAR, there was Kor-Dar. With Trap-Jaw, he met his destiny. But the Sorceress could save him. Event if that that would mean that she would make Kor-Dar to something completely different….
 
There was no escape. Kor-Dar was encircled. Here in this valley. And his opponent pointed the laser weapon at him.
“Any last words?”, his counterpart asked mockingly. The metal mouth creaked. Kor-Dar straightened his body and looked determined. Then Trap-Jaw fired. Kor-Dar collapsed. The laser wound ate him up from the inside. The pain was unbearbable.
Trap-Jaw turned and disappeared. His job was completed. Kor-Dar remained lying. He watched the sky above him. His eyes turned cloudy. The end was near. What was that? A bird’s wings. A falcon? Then Kor-Dar became unconscious.
Just as the brave Kor-Dar collapsed, Zoar had just arrived. She had come too late to prevent the deadly shot. The Sorceress of Castle Grayskull in the disguise of a powerful falcon regretted that very much. Kor-Dar had always been a loyal ally. An agent for the good. This profession now seemed to have led him to misfortune.
Zoar could not save Kor-Dars life. But she could cast a spell. This could not save Kor-Dars human shell. But his matter could be. The spirit of life, the collected memory of a being was secured in this way. The spell held the matter together before it could dissolve.
But this condition could not be kept long. She had to reach the alchemist quickly. And so she made her way to the Mystic Mountains.

 

Arrived at the top of the mountain range, she landed directly in front of a dark cave entrance. She let out a scream. In the cave it flashed briefly. HE was present.

“Come in, my old friend,” said the Alechmist in a dark voice. He wore a brown cowl. He wore a hood over his head so that one could not see his face. “What can I do for you?”

Zoar told him what had happened. The alchemist nodded. “We can not revice  his body. It’s too late for that. But we can give him a new one.”

With these words, the alchemist strode to his forge. Next to a huge fire stood several wrought iron cauldrons. He heated it and put in various pieces of metal. These he mixed with other substances from a variety of bottles that stood around him. Several times it sparked and blazed out of the kettles.

The alchemist poured the molten metal into various forms. A head shape. An forging template for an arm. Hands, upper body. Feet. The cast metal shone silvery.

Time was progressing. And then everything was done. The alchemist turned to Zoar and looked into her eyes: “I’m ready.” Zoar spread her wings and sat in the middle of the moldings. Then she let the power of Grayskull work. The room was bathed in light. Kor-Dars matter rose and floated  in the room. Like mist, she now slipped into the artificial body parts lying on the floor. A glare, lightning – then it was dark in the room. And nothing happened.

Zoar screamed. A spell she uttered in her falcon form. The parts moved. And were put together as if there was an invisible hand. The legs were attached to the body. The arms tightened tightly on the shoulders. The head, the visor, the helmet. Everything became a whole.

And after not something but SOMEONE lay on the ground: a metallic warrior. Clad in a shiny silver armor. And he moved. The warrior opened his eyes. Stood up. And then the warrior extended his head like a telescope. The metallic man now reached to the cave ceiling. The arms followed and lengthened until they reached the cave’s ceiling.

Now Kor-Dar was more than twice the size of the alchemist. The warrior lowered his visor. And looked at Zoar and the alchemist. “Thank you for the salvation. Although you could not save my body,  you kept my spirit.” Kor-Dars voice sounded metallic-dark now. Zoar nodded. She then flew out of the cave. The alchemist disappeared in the dark of the cave.

Kor Dar stepped out of the cave. Glowing morning light dazzled him. With a whir, he raised his visor  to protect his sensitive robotic eyes. And then EXTENDAR, as he would be called by his friends from now on, started to descend the mountain. He had a lot to be taken care of. There was still a lot of evil to fight. And Trap-Jaw would be first one he’d pay a visit.


Why a “new” Origin Story?
This is an Origins story I’ve written about Extendar. Certainly there is an “official” one. That’s not what I’m concerned about. I’ve always been bothered by the fact that the background stories in the mini-comics of the vintage characters are sometimes a bit too short and one-dimensional. Especially with the vintage figures that were released later in the toy line.

2 thoughts on “The Death and Resurrection of EXTENDAR (a Masters of the Universe Fan Fiction Origin Story)

  1. SYNOPSIS
    [EN] BEFORE THERE WAS EXTENDAR, THERE WAS KOR-DAR. WITH TRAP-JAW, HE MET HIS DESTINY. BUT THE SORCERESS COULD SAVE HIM. EVENT IF THAT THAT WOULD MEAN THAT SHE WOULD MAKE KOR-DAR TO SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT….
    [DE] VOR EXTENDAR GAB ES KOR-DAR. EINE BEGEGNUNG MIT TRAP-JAW BESIEGELTE SEIN SCHICKSAL. DOCH DIE SORCERESS KONNTE IHN RETTEN. AUCH WENN DAS BEDEUTETE, DASS SIE KOR-DAR ZU ETWAS VOLLKOMMEN ANDEREM MACHEN MUSSTE…

    https://wolfstor.com/2017/12/22/motu-origin-extendar/

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