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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:31:37 GMT -7
Varha: A professor who's life takes a turn for the worst, when he is thrown into an intergalactic war. Raylin: A Sky Elf who is taken into space, and is forced to make a terrible decision. Kidic: A Dark Elf who is kidnapped, and is made to choose between two lives. Sedoctel: A Ninja, who is hired to chase an elusive elf through space. Gigoran: An alien who is shunned, stuck between two attacking forces.
In a universe racked in turmoil, war is not uncommon. But something sinister is entering the galaxy. The Legacy, a group of viscous aliens are threatening the very existance of Humans, Elves, and Duni alike. How will Varha live? What will happen to the Elves? Who willl Kidic choose?
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:32:10 GMT -7
Part 1
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:32:25 GMT -7
Chapter 1
“The Legacy, a ruling group of class 2 life forms; Home planet: Causarius Terrae. The land was a barren wasteland of misshapen and deformed life. The land was seemingly charred, red crystals sprouting randomly from the ground. Native species enslaved, tortured, mutilated, and massacred; all forced to harvest Pranna. Pranna was the source of the Legacy’s power, and life. After collecting all the Pranna from a planet, they would leave it a blackened desert, and would move to their next planet. The only planets with renewable Pranna were the Legacy’s home world, and Earth. “Earth was capitol of the human race (for countries were divided by species, not race or color like they were hundreds of years ago), and a technologically advanced planet; advancing past all of what was once thought impossible and dangerous. Scientist’s could now create life, a newly discovered advancement founded by Inferno, a group created for the good of the human race. Those who had invested in the project became the upper class, living lavishly, and squandering their wealth. On earth there were 2 main areas, the sky and the ground; the rich lived above, the poor below. The houses in the sky were cleaned and repaired by debt slaves, those who had sold their lives into slavery for coin, food, and shelter. Most of the debt slaves lived in their master’s land, working and living there; therefore being able to serve more completely. Out of all of the debt slaves, only a few were able to buy back their freedom, but they were never able to reach a high status. Hundreds of years ago…” Varha Ales sighed, stopping the AI (or Artificial Intelligence) from reading any further. He stood up, stretching his cramped legs and arms. Yawning, he looked at the time 22:00; he had listened to his lecture 3 times. It was good enough to hand out to the AI, which would then distribute it to his students around the globe. He ran his hand through his hair, and looked for his jacket. His Lecture would start at midnight, as it did every other day. The mail was scattered across the floor, he picked one up at random; it was addressed from planet A3-600, a colony was established on the warm side of the planet. Upon opening it up, a hologram image appeared, a woman with dark hair stood there. She spoke, “Mr. Ales, we regret to inform you that you have been fired, we are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause, your teaching activities are to stop immediately. End of transmission.” He stood in shock, Now what? He walked to the door, and pushed his hand on the scanner, the door opened and he walked out. In a daze he walked down the corridors, taking a few swigs from the bottle he kept for chaotic times, stumbling and swaying all the way. He finally arrived at the end of the hallway, the railway station. Here he walked through the arched opening and into the milling mass of people hurrying to and fro. He pushed and shoved until he came to the track, a small metal bar that allowed the train to keep itself on track while hovering through the station. He jumped down, a few people commenting; one or two asked him if he was alright, he ignored them. His life was in a mess, and he was determined to fix it. He stumbled to the other side, and tried to climb up; he couldn’t. Then he heard a chilling sound, the whistling of the train speeding down the track. He scrambled frantically at the wall in front of him, screaming “Help me up! Help me get out of here!” No one looked more than once; his life was being cut short. “HELP ME!!!” he yelled, clawing frantically at the walls, the train was just a few feet away. Someone saw him, and looked generally alarmed; but as that man came closer, the train arrived first. He felt the impact for a split second, before the pain started to ebb away, his vision turned black, and all consciousness leaked out of him.
Varha groaned as consciousness flooded back into him, and with it immense pain. He tried to move his arms, but they wouldn’t budge. He opened his eyes; he was in a full body cast. He heard footsteps, and his door opened. In walked a beautiful nurse, he stared as she walked to him and replaced the IV drip. She then yelled out the door, “Doctor, he’s awake!” She ran out of the room. No, don’t go. The door opened, and a man walked in. “Mr. Ales.” The man had a gruff voice, “I am Dr. Pell, can you understand me?” Varha slowly and painfully nodded his head, “good, do you know where you are?” He nodded again, “do you know what happened to you?” Varha shook his head. “First off, you have been in a coma for 3 weeks.” “What?!” “3 weeks.” “Am I going to be okay?” Varha asked, a thread of fear trickling into his thoughts. The doctor sighed, “Yes, but you had many injuries. You had a concussion, multiple bone fractures, broken bones, multiple skull fractures, strenuous internal bleeding, and many organs required replacement and surgery. You are a lucky man to even be alive.” “That much?” “Yes.” “Does this mean I can go?” “Well, no. Most bodies would have shut down after that tremendous impact, but your subconscious forced your body to survive long enough to get you to the hospital. It’s your strong will that saved you.” Varha chuckled, but instantly regretted it as it triggered a pain in his side. “I’m sure that’s not it, there must be something else.” Dr. Pell raised an eyebrow, “And why do you say that Mr. Ales?” Maybe because I got fired from my job, and was going to attempt suicide before I was hit by the train, he thought. “No reason.” “To continue with my report, we have noticed that this past week you have had heightened brain functions.” “What does that mean?” Varha asked. “It means, Mr. Ales, that the accident you had, well, it changed you. Your brain activity increased rapidly, suggesting that you have unlocked the dormant areas of your brain.” Dr. Pell pulled out a chart showing a brain with red and yellow areas highlighted. “As you see in the first picture, you are using only 9% of your brain power.” He pointed to the second chart, “And this one shows you using 80%, an unimaginably high number, and that when you were sleeping. You have endless potential.” “Endless potential?” “Yes, you are now able to learn any language, understand anything and everything you ever see, and photographic memory. These are the predictable outcomes; there are most likely unforeseen consequences that will appear later in the future. You are what people would call, a psychic.” “So I’m a freak?” “No, that’s a common misconception. You are just more highly attuned to your surroundings, and to all that you learn and know. The doctor left the room; he shut the door behind him. Varha left the hospital. He headed over to his favorite coffee shop; he was stopped before he could get there. Two police officers walked up to him, “Sir, are you Varha Ales?” “Yes, is there a problem?” They pushed him against the wall, “You are under arrest for the murder of your wife, Lisa Ales.” Varha stood for a minute, in shock. “Wait, Lisa is…dead?” “Don’t pretend you don’t know. After she wanted a divorce, you went and killed her; but you made one mistake. You left the gun at the crime scene, which was covered with your fingerprints.” “I didn’t kill her!” “Save it for prison, scum.” The two officers pushed Varha into their car. “Where are you taking me?” The officers laughed. “To a prison complex on Nogard.” The officers let the window roll up, cutting Varha off from the front of the vehicle. This was going to be a long day.
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:32:47 GMT -7
Chapter 2
The adrenaline rush, the feeling of freedom, all of this Raylin felt. She beat down with her wings until she found an updraft to lift her more easily. She adjusted her helmet so it wouldn’t fall off. Raylin searched the ground, scanning for enemies she knew were there. She spotted movement out of the corner of her eye; she spiraled downward. She landed with a hard thump, and she immediately readied her spear. The rustling of bushes to her left alerted her to the arrow before it hit her. She threw herself sideways, narrowly dodging the projectile. She rolled to her feet, and dashed towards her attacker. She lashed out with her spear, and felt the cutting of flesh; a body fell to the ground. Raylin took a glance, a middle aged man. She launched herself back into the sky with the downbeat of her metal coated wings. They were of special make, imported directly from Nogard. Nogard was the home of the Sky Elves, a remnant of an ancient society completely obsessed with the sky, and flight. With every second she flew higher and higher until she let herself glide. She soon saw buildings appearing on the horizon, she was almost to the human outpost sent from earth. She tilted her wings slightly, to correct her direction. When she passed over the outpost, people started yelling. Raylin went faster, the humans from earth would want to capture her; they would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. As she reached the edge of the base, she heard a small launching noise, and then felt a searing pain in her shoulder. She screamed, seemingly piercing the calm air. Raylin clutched her bleeding shoulder, and flew even faster. She soon flew out of range of the humans and took a glance at her wound. A small needle was far into her skin, allowing a green liquid from a vial into her blood. She ripped it out and threw it to the ground. She could feel warm blood dripping from her fingers. She wiped the blood off, because she could be tracked with it. She clutched her arm, to keep the blood from falling down to the terrain below. Her arm started to lose all feeling; she was losing too much blood. Raylin spotted a small grove of trees, she landed. She collapsed as soon as her feet touched the ground. She closed her eyes, thinking things over.
It was night when she opened her eyes; her arm was completely num. She rolled onto her stomach and stood up; she could hear the crackling of dried blood. Raylin strained to hear a sound, but all was dead silent; not even the chirping of crickets. She brushed the leaves off her clothes and wings, flicking an insect or two also. She looked around; there was a pile of wood stacked sloppily a few feet from her. There were the remains of a fire, not yet a week old; somebody had been here recently. She cast a wary eye to her surroundings. She could see an orange glow in the distance; someone was over the next ridge. Raylin flexed her wings, they felt alright, and launched herself into the air. She pumped her wings until she found an updraft, and then glided. She drew closer to the top of the ridge, and landed softly. She peered over the top of the hill, there appeared to be a caravan on the edge of a small village. Raylin went slowly down the hill; pulling her wings close to her back as she went. She drew a cloak out of the pack on her side, and draped it over her body. As she approached, she could hear laughter. The caravan seemed to be comprised of locals, all wore brightly colored clothes. Many were dancing around a large fire, with an old man playing a Viol. She approached slowly, after a few moments she was noticed. The music and dancing stopped, she walked into the camp. A voice called out from the crowd, “What do you want here?” Raylin stopped, “I need some medical attention; I injured my shoulder.” A woman stepped forward, “We could help you,” she eyed her with suspicion, “for a fee of course.” Raylin sighed, “How much?” A grin appeared on the woman’s face, “5 Gold Pieces.” “5 Gold Pieces? That’s too much!” The woman kept smiling, “That’s my price.” Raylin sighed, “Alright.” She opened her pack and pulled out 5 Gold Pieces. “Here you go…” She handed over the money. The woman quickly pocketed the money, “Follow me.” She turned to a young man in the crowd, “Wisthe! Come help me.” The young man followed after them. They went inside a small tent, there were a few pieces of scattered furniture; she sat on one of the chairs. “What exactly did you do to your shoulder?” She pulled back the front of her cloak to reveal her wounded shoulder, but still covering her wings. The woman stared at the wound, “Not as bad as it could be, but it looks like you’ve lost a bit of blood.” Raylin nodded. “It happened this morning.” The woman pulled back the bloodied shirt, “How exactly did you get this?” “Hunting accident.” She replied quickly. Wisthe gave the woman a bowl of water and some small bundles. “Here you go,” He said. “Thank you Wisthe.” She opened one of the bags. “Get me a wet cloth.” She pulled out a few leaves, a few pinches of powder, and put them all in a bowl next to her. She mixed them together, and started applying it to the wounds. Raylin winced; the strange mixture was cold and painful. The woman bandaged the wound, and gave Wisthe the bloody cloths. He gave the woman a mug of steaming broth. “Drink this; it will make you feel better.” She accepted the mug, “Thanks.” She took a sip; it was a simple broth, with an under taste of mint. “What’s in this broth?” Her mouth stopped working. Her body lurched forward and fell to the ground. They must have laced it with something. Her eyesight suddenly disappeared. What’s happening?! She felt hands grab her, searching her body. She lay in the darkness, screaming.
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:33:06 GMT -7
Chapter 3
He could feel the overwhelming sorrow threaten to pull him under. It wasn’t the best mood to work with; for one thing, it constantly threatens your state of mind. Sedoctel crouched, watching an ancient ritual unfold before him. No one had noticed him, so far. A circle of 13 robed figures stood torturing a shivering man. He had been able to identify twelve of the participants, the last wore a mask. The masked figure pulled a string on the mask, causing it to fall to the floor. Count Darfore had finally revealed himself; he now had proof that the count was a member of the forbidden religion ‘Nelkor’. He withdrew quietly and quickly left the large manor. Sedoctel rushed down the dark streets, and headed to the kings palace. He killed any guards he encountered, and entered a room at the heart of the palace. In the middle, on a raised pedestal was a Dragon Scale. He quickly put it into his side pouch and left the room. As he left he heard the soft scuttling of feet. He removed four shuriken, keeping them at the ready. He lunged to the right, jabbing the shadow; he heard a grunt and the shadow fell to the floor. He searched the body; it was devoid of identification, scrolls, or gold. He memorized the face, and removed their cloak. He draped the cloak around him and left the palace.
Sedoctel heard yells; the patrol must have found the bodies. He walked down the small alleyways, navigating the twists and turns of the filth covered streets. Any time he encountered a patrol, he hid in the shadows; to escape the detection of the authorities. He entered an old decrypt building, the rendezvous point. He walked down to the cellar, and entered the cellar through a secret passage. He walked for about twenty minutes, through the dirt tunnels, until he came to a door. He pulled out his key, and unlocked the door. The door creaked open, and Sedoctel saw a man sitting on a cushioned chair in the middle of the room. Three guards stood at random intervals throughout the space. “Do you have it?” It was a gruff voice. Sedoctel pulled out the scale, “Yes, I have it. I also have seen that Count Darfore is indeed a member of Nelkor.” A chuckle came from the man. “Bring it forth.” Sedoctel approached the man, and offered the dragon scale to him. The weight of the scale suddenly left his hand, he lowered it. “Is that all my lord?” A man came running into the room, leaning on his knees, out of breath. “Milord!” He took a deep breath, “I have news from one of your contacts.” “Which one?” The man pulled out a small slip of paper, glanced at it, and put it back in his pocket. “Your contact in the outpost, a Mr.…” “I know who you are speaking of,” The man shifted uncomfortably, “Well, the base had a run in with a Sky Elf.” “Did they catch her?” “No, it got away.” The man glanced nervously around him. “Hmmm, alright, you are dismissed.” “Yes, Sir!” The messenger left as quickly as he had come. “Sedoctel,” “Yes?” Sedoctel moved a few steps closer. “I need you to find this Sky Elf, and bring her back to me.” “Yes,” Sedoctel turned and walked down the building, preparing for his mission.
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:33:26 GMT -7
Chapter 4
Kidic yelled as he downed yet another foe. His blade was dripping with the life blood of his enemies. Kidic was tall, with pointed ears, and black skin; he was a Dark Elf. As he stabbed another foe, he couldn’t help but think of why the High Elves would hire mercenaries to continuously attack the Dark Elves. Kidic spun, severing the head of an unlucky human. There were a few more minutes of fighting before the humans were pushed back, giving him a small break. He wiped off his blade, surveying the battlefield. Hundreds of bodies lay strewn about like discarded rag dolls. Then he saw a familiar face. Kidic ran to a woman, chest and stomach cut open; she was trying to keep anything from escaping the wound. He kneeled down next to her; blood was foaming at her mouth. He pushed back her hair, feeling pain and anguish when he saw her in pain. She coughed up blood, and then realized he was there. “Hey, how are you?” her voice was soft, weak. “Good, I’m doing good.” “That’s, great. I think I’m not going, going to be able to…to…” Her body suddenly convulsed, and then slumped down. Sasha was dead. Kidic stood up, looking upon her body another time, then turned in the direction the humans had retreated. He unsheathed his sword, and charged after the murdering humans, screaming in despair and agony.
Kidic lobbed the head off the last human; his arms fell to his side, dropping his weapons as he did so. The bodies of the enemy were scattered across the clearing. They set the field aflame, to burn the foreign bodies. Kidic turned around and headed bat towards the city. He picked up a slight noise in the air, a slight roar, but the one he had never heard before. All of a sudden, giant metal beast with rotating metal blades appeared out of nowhere. Men started jumping out of the bests, landing on the ground. They wore clothes of green allowing them to blend into the forest near the clearing. Kidic yelled out, “To me!” Dark Elves started to gather around him, forming a rudimentary line. The Chief began to speak, “Elves, I have heard of those beasts before. The humans’ call them Helicopters, so prepare to …” The chief was struck down by a beam of light; his head was gone. Elves broke line, and stared running in every direction; any way to get away from the enemies shooting light. Kidic stood dumbfounded, What magic is this!? He felt a slight sting on his shoulder; he looked, his tunic had been singed a mere finger length from his neck. He turned and ran, away from the humans that had so easily beaten him and his comrades. Kidic heard a small burst of air and he fell to the ground; he looked, something had tied around his legs. He pulled out his knife, and started cutting the bonds. An electric shock immediately surged through his whole body. He wouldn’t be able to break free. Kidic started crawling away, and felt a boot pressed hard onto his back. The man spoke in a weird language and kicked him in the side. Kidic curled up in pain, breathing in gasps. All around him, he could see his friends being killed. Kidic felt unbearable pain, first Sasha, then all the men he had learned to trust, men that were as brothers to him. He screamed in anger, struggling out, but unable to break free. He was lifted, and punched in the head, disorienting him. He felt himself lifted; images came to him slowly, as if his eyes didn’t work. He was put into one of the flying metal beasts that the Chief had called Helicopters. He felt himself in a daze as the metal Helicopter lifted off the ground. He lay there for what seemed hours, but was probably only minutes. He heard the loud roaring of the blades quiet down and stop. Kidic was roughly pushed out of the Helicopter. He was led down a series of metal corridors until they pushed him into a room full of beds and flashing boxes. They tied him down on a metal table, and a man in a white coat approached him. The man pulled out a knife, and slowly started reaching out for Kidic’s hand. He realized what they were going to do, and tried to escape’ but exactly like every other time, escape was impossible. The man reached down and cut off his ring finger on the right hand, above the top knuckle. That was when all consciousness left him.
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:33:45 GMT -7
Chapter 5
Raylin opened her eyes, she was on the floor of the tent. She stretched her body, everything felt fine, if a little sore. She flexed her wings and immediately froze; she flexed her wings again, she felt them, she felt feathers. Her armor was gone. Raylin heard footsteps, and she dove behind a large chest. The woman from earlier walked in. she saw her standing behind the chest. “You’re finally awake, took you a while.” Raylin moved slightly, shifting her weight in case she had to make a quick escape. “What have you done with my armor?” The woman raised her eyebrows, “Your what?” “My armor!” “I don’t know what happened to it.” Raylin was grabbed from behind, her arms bound with coarse rope. She struggled but it had little effect. “What are you doing?!” The woman smiled, “Why, selling you of course.” “You disgusting…” Raylin was kneed in the stomach, by the boy, Wisthe. He was mouthing something, though it took her a while to figure it out. I’m sorry. She was pulled to her feet, and shoved over to a large clearing in the middle of the encampment. She heard the mechanical whir of helicopters; she was being sold to the invading humans. She was quickly transferred from one human to another as she was quickly put aboard the helicopter. She lay there for about a half-hour before the helicopter landed, and she was let out. She was led down a series of metal corridors, until she ended up in a room with many flashing monitors and lights. She was tied to a table, her hair sheared off. A man in a white coat and a woman entered the room. The man, a doctor, picked up a small knife, the woman held her right hand down. The doctor reached down, and cut off her right ring finger just above the uppermost knuckle. Raylin screamed, biting her tongue to keep conscious. The woman next to the doctor grabbed a small metal cap, just big enough to cover her thumb. The woman placed it on the wounded finger, and Raylin felt the searing pain of red hot fire. The cap was removed, she looked; her finger had been cauterized. Raylin cradled her injured hand, choking back the tears that were threatening to burst out. She was hauled roughly to her feet, and dragged out of the room. She was led through a mixture of stone and steel corridors this time; they were taking her somewhere else. In the next few minutes they met up with other Elves, most of which had the missing fingers as well. One oddity was the lone Dark Elf being led along, a warrior by the scars running over his body. Raylin was led into a large room filled with hundreds of glass and metal pods, each with two or three seats inside. She was forced into one in the back, this with two seats. She was quickly strapped to the inside of the pod. The Dark Elf warrior was led to her pod, and strapped in next to her. He was mumbling under his breath in Anur, the language used by all Dark Elves. Raylin couldn’t understand him, she didn’t speak the language. Though one thing she could pick out was a name he kept repeating; Sasha, Sasha. A glass pane closed over her and the Dark Elf. She struggled and felt a cold liquid on her toes. It was blue, and it was quickly rising to the top. She felt herself getting drowsy; she closed her eyes, and felt the liquid penetrate her nostrils. She accepted it calmly.
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:34:26 GMT -7
Chapter 6
The sound of boots alerted him of guards approaching. He quickly ducked between two crates, and quieted his breathing. He drew a shuriken in each hand, and waited until the two guards were in front of him. He lunged out, slicing the neck of one guard, cutting the cheek of the other. He cursed, the guard clumsily pulling out his gun. Sedoctel cut the guards right kneecap, and the fell to the ground. He quickly gripped the guard’s hair, lifting the face closer to his own. He could see pure terror in his eyes, he quietly said, “Please…” and Sedoctel stabbed is remaining shuriken into the jugular vein. The guard opened his mouth to scream, but only blood came out; his head slumped to the ground, eyes glazing over. Sedoctel silently approached the ship. It was a Class III Prison Barge, the VRS Shadow Wraith. He ran across the tarmac until he reached the ship. He quickly ran up the loading ramp. He went deeper into the ship; never realizing that the ramp was retracting and the doors closing. He reached a backroom, door sealed shut, opened only by voice recognition. Sedoctel pulled out a small pack; filled to the brim with tools of all shapes and sizes. He rummaged through until he found a slicer and cutter. He felt along the panels next to the door for a few moments before slicing one open. Sparks flew, minutes passed, until the panel fell to the floor with a loud clang. Sedoctel looked around to see if anyone was near, the coast was clear. He quickly grabbed the cutters and cut a wire in the mass of writhing plastic and metal. The door clicked, and slid open; revealing a large room lit by a soft blue light. On every inch of every wall were cryogenic freezing pods. Sedoctel saw a shadow move out of the corner of his eye, he quickly drew his katana. He lunged, parrying a stab from his opponent. Sedoctel made a feint to the left, quickly following with a kick to her stomach. She gasped, falling to the ground, stubbornly grasping her sword. He swung his sword in a downward arc; she parried at the last second. She rolled to her feet and slashed at his legs, he jumped back in the nick of time. The woman was getting tired, face flushed, sweat pouring down her face, and breathing very heavily. She spoke, “What do you…want here?” She breathed in heavily. Sedoctel gave a faint chuckle, “Do you honestly expect me to answer that?” He lunged at her, she clumsily blocked the blade. She was tiring; she could no longer mount and offensive, only hold out as long as she could against Sedoctel’s strong blows. She lunged, overstepping as Sedoctel moved out of the way. He swung his blade, and cleaved her body in half; she gasped as she fell down, dead. Sedoctel slumped to the ground, breathing in lungfuls of air. He wiped his blade on the corpse and sheathed it. He stood, walking to a group of monitors, each showing a subjects heart rate, blood pressure, and other readings. He scanned through them until he found a picture that was familiar; the associated identifier, PN39518. He slowly searched along the walls until he found the correct pod. He tapped the control panel, pressing the corresponding buttons, until he heard a faint hiss. He stepped back, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his katana. Steam and blue liquid spilled out of the pod as the glass lifted, allowing a female Elf to fall to the floor. He rushed forward, he checked her face, it was the right Elf. Sedoctel picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. He dashed out of the room and into the halls. An alarm went off, red lights started flashing. A voice easily identified as a middle aged male, came over the speakers. “Alert! Alert! An intruder has infiltrated the ship, and stolen a specimen from the storage level. All available personnel, please be on the lookout for the intruder.” The speaker crackled out. Sedoctel swore; how could they know about him already? He quickened his pace; he couldn’t let them catch him! He took a left, and ran into a dead end. Voices drifted around the corner, he hurriedly opened a door and went inside, locking it behind him. He dropped Raylin, letting her slide to the ground. He pushed her into the corner. Sedoctel heard the rustle of a chair; he whirled around, drawing a small knife and pistol. An older man was slinking past a metal table. Sedoctel dashed over and tackled him to the ground. He roughly turned the man over. He felt a shock as he saw the face, he recognized it; Ramell. He felt old memories surface, and an endless source of rage wash over him. One memory in particular kept coming to mind.
Sedoctel grabbed the bag and headed out the door. He felt the coins jangling against his side. He had one mark, three Gold pieces, and seven silver pieces. He had been saving for quite a while, wanting to be able to buy his freedom from his owner, and master. His master was not kind; he had just succeeded his father, and believed that slaves needed to feel constant pain. His name was Ramell, and he never paid his slaves. His beatings were brutal; he had killed three slaves this past month. So Sedoctel was going to buy his freedom, but he didn’t trust Ramell; he needed a middle man. He had hired a representative from a bank on town over. He was supposed to meet with the representative in a few minutes, so he quickened his pace. He rounded the corner and ran into a tall, well-built man. “Sorry…” The man yanked on the back of Sedoctel’s shirt, pulling him into an alley close by. The man kept his hand clamped over Sedoctel’s mouth. The man released his grip, and Sedoctel stumbled forward. He was hit in the back of his head, from someone hiding in the shadows, his vision blurred for a moment before returning to normal. He was hit again, causing him to fall to the ground. The men started kicking him; he felt a tremendous amount of pain. He felt a bone in is leg shatter, teeth were knocked out, and blood ran freely. This continued until he hung onto consciousness by a thread. Then the pain stopped, and he shakily got to his feet. He felt his pocket, his money was gone. He gingerly applied weight to each leg. When he pushed on his right leg, he felt bone push through skin; it was broken. He walked until he arrived at his master’s home. He opened the door and limped towards the sound of laughter. He opened the door, and felt his blood freeze. The men who had beaten him were with his master, laughing and playing dice. The men looked up. “Ah, I see the runt has returned for some more fun.” They laughed. Sedoctel turned to get away, but was thrown to the ground. Someone kicked his broken bone, and he screamed in complete agony. The men came around and beat him with fists, kick’s, and weapons. Soon he became num to the pain. He couldn’t feel anything they were doing; they noticed. “Looks like he doesn’t mind us beating him anymore, let’s give him something else to remember!” That was when he lost every last shred of his dignity.
The old man smiled, “Lost in thought, eh?” Sedoctel shook his had, and brought his mind to the present. “Be quiet, or you will be sorry…” “And what can you do, kill me?” He laughed, “I know I will live on in your memories until the day that you die. There’s nothing you can do to me that will hurt me.” Sedoctel grinned, “Oh, don’t worry; I will get through to you. I intend to do to you what you did to me, 15 long years ago.” Sedoctel laughed, and commenced his revenge. Afterwards, he got a laser out of his pack and burned the body. He put the ashes in the toilet. He opened the fridge and got a glass of milk; he sat down at the table. He sipped occasionally as he mused over his life. His memories of childhood were few. He remembered very little; a month there, a day there, and sometimes missing whole years at a stretch. Memories he did have were hazy, and sometimes hard to remember. It was only the past few years that were clear and unhampered. But of all his hazy, flawed childhood memories, those that dealt with one person were crystal clear; even 16 years later. He heard the Sky Elf Raylin begin to stir, and brought himself to the present for the second time that day. He walked over and used his foot to roll her onto her back. She groaned she most likely had a splitting headache; just one of the side effects of being frozen cryogenically. She opened her eyes, and slowly sat up. “Wha-What happened?” “Well,” Sedoctel cleared his throat, “you were cryogenically frozen.” “How long?” He thought for a moment, “Two, maybe three weeks at most.” Raylin shakily got to her feet, “You with the humans?” Sedoctel smiled, “No,” He turned his head and showed her his pointed ears, “Half Elf.” She looked perplexed, “Well, what are you doing here then?” “Saving you, what do you expect? That’s what I’m here for.” “What you’re here for?” She rolled her neck, it gave an audible pop. Sedoctel felt a twang of sorrow as she spoke, “So you don’t remember.” She scratched her head, “Remember what?” He steeled himself, and started to speak. “Raylin, I’m your brother.”
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:34:48 GMT -7
Chapter 7
Gigoran left the room, and walked down the semi-familiar halls. The Shadow Wraith, the ship he was currently on, had dimly lit corridors of metal alloys with none of the comfort given by nature and stone. That said he, a Duni, was highly uncomfortable in his present surroundings. He scratched his good ear, getting rid of the annoying itch. He was 4’8” a little taller than the average height of his race. He had brown hair, and a clean shaven face, for his people could rarely, if ever, grow facial hair. Any attempt to grow a beard or mustache was always disastrous. He had a stocky build, which caused him to waddle, the main factor that led to his disfigurement. His left ear had 3 piercings, but the whole right side of his face was horribly burned. He had been working on the hull of the ship, when he heard a gas leak from nearby, so he ran. But his slow waddling could not get him far enough away; he was caught in the explosion. So he often wore a cloak or jacket to hide his face. Most people saw him as a freak, and he was widely distrusted. He was tolerated however for his skill with metals and other earthen elements; but he was still the outsider. He was sent to do the jobs too onerous or dangerous for anyone else to bother with. Gigoran heard the soft clang of metal and turned his head. It was coming from Ramell’s room; he wanted to look, but he had business to attend to. He continued walking down the dark corridor for another minute or so before he arrived at the reactor room, where the power for most of the ship was generated. He punched a key code, and the doors slid open. He methodically went about cleaning the reactor; wiping down any parts that had gotten dirty, replacing any that had been corroded by the core. He then replaced the core itself; but since it was highly radioactive however, he used a special suit. Removing the suit, he put it into a closet which would clean it and remove any traces of radiation. He walked out of the room and went to his quarters. He flopped onto his bed, exhausted, when he heard the soft beeping of his comm unit. He lazily picked it up and glanced at the screen; he had a message. A small holo version of an old decrepit man stood in an eerie blue light. Ramell began to speak, “Gigoran, I require your…services in my chambers. Come over with all due haste.” The holograph disappeared, leaving Gigoran to sigh slowly and lift himself up off the bed. He grabbed his tools and walked out the door after him. He walked for a while, musing over what menial task he was going to be forced to do. It was most likely tedious as well, invented for the sole purpose of annoying him. He knocked on the door, but it did not open like he expected it to. He waited a few seconds before knocking again; still no answer. He got out his keycard and opened the door. He was almost immediately thrown to the ground, his tool pouch flying across the room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving him trapped. Gigoran groaned, slowly opening his eyes; an Elven man stood over him, knife in hand. The cold of the blade pressed against his throat. The man spoke, “What are you doing here?” The pressure on the blade increased, he gulped. “Well um, I’m here because I’m umm…Ramell asked me to come.” “What are you really doing here?!” The Elf stared, stared with eyes colder than ice and harder than steel. Again he answered, “Because Ramell, asked, me, to…” “Well, I can’t let you leave now, can I?” Gigoran darted his eyes back and forth, nervously looking away from his captor. “No. No you can’t.” Fear gripped him, stronger than any jail, he couldn’t move. “Well then, what are we going to do…Ah!” A strange look came over his face. “I’m going to make you scream.” At that moment his bowels let loose, and urine started pooling around him. The Elf scooted a little, to avoid the puddle forming. “Looks like you just couldn’t hold it little man. I guess that just makes this that much more fun.” Fear clouded Gigoran’s voice, “What are you going to do to me?” The man’s mouth turned upward in a disturbing grin, “Well, let’s find out. First I’m going to search your bag, then I’m going to check your clothing and pockets; and last, I’m going to make you regret coming in this room today. You will have more pain then you can handle. Are you ready for it?” He didn’t dare move, he just squeaked, fortunately the Elf took it as an answer. “Well then, let’s begin.” He grabbed Gigoran by the hair and started dragging him across the room in the direction of the kitchen. Gigoran scrambled and screamed, but it did not change anything. The Elf reached into a cupboard and pulled out some rope. He then dragged the Duni and shoved him roughly into a chair before wrapping the rope around the chair. The Elf slowly tied knots periodically while wrapping the rope around and through the chair. After he finished he stood up and yelled, “Raylin, can you come and help me here?” A door opened and a beautiful woman stepped out. The first thing he saw were her large wings, they were a pure white, not a spot or blemish on them; she was a Sky Elf. She was tall, taller than Gigoran himself. She had beautiful auburn hair draping down to her shoulders. She was the most beautiful Elf and woman he had ever seen. She walked over to the Elf, “Yes Sedoctel?” “I need you to finish tying him up, I don’t want him escaping and telling everyone where we are.” “Alright,” She walked over to Gigoran, and started tying his feet. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. As long as you don’t try anything stupid, you won’t be hurt. He’s cruel, but only because he must.” “What are you going to do now?” “We are putting you to sleep.” She finished tying him up. “Wait, don’t kill me!” He started to struggle. “We aren’t going to kill you.” She pulled a needle seemingly out of nowhere, “This should keep you for a while.” She pushed it into his forearm and he fell into a sleep filled with peace.
In his dreams, he sat, tired, under a Pranna extractor. The barren land was littered with bodies of every shape and size. The ground was charred black; and giant machines, such as oil rigs, rose from the ground. He was covered in blood, soaked from head to toe. In the distance, he saw two shadows moving towards him. He stood up slowly, grabbing his phaser. As the shadows moved closer, they began to form into humanoid shapes. He heard yelling, and saw the flash of phaser fire. The two shadows stepped into the light, and he felt a flash of recognition. Raylin! She was running, blood spilling from a wound in her stomach. Her hands were pressed against her belly, perhaps holding her insides in. Sedoctel came up behind her, firing his phaser at his sister. Raylin fell, landing facedown, she turned over; Sedoctel stood over her, and fired his phaser. Gigoran bolted awake, “NO!” Reality quickly rushed back to him. He had been kidnapped, was probably in big trouble on the ship, and he desperately needed to go to the bathroom. Even as he felt this, the dream slowly faded from memory, leaving nothing but a sense of dread. He slowly stretched his arms, or would had he been able to move. He slowly took in his surroundings; he was tied to a chair, most likely the same chair as earlier. He looked for the two Elves; neither of them was in the room. Gigoran struggled against his bonds, trying to find a way to free his arms and legs. As he felt his bonds begin to loosen, the Elf, Sedoctel, came back into the room. The Elf saw what Gigoran was attempting, and a look of annoyance briefly crossed his face, immediately replaced by amusement. “And what do you think you are doing? I thought I told you escape was impossible; that the only thing you could do to survive was to do exactly as I say.” He stared for a moment. “Are you ready to do as I say?” Gigoran instantly replied. “Yes!” Sedoctel walked closer, “Then here’s what we’re going to do.” As he began to outline his plan, he realized what the Elf planned to do. “No, you can’t do that! It will kill everyone!” “HOW DARE YOU ADMONISH ME! VERMIN!!!” Gigoran shrunk back on himself. “You WILL do it!” Sedoctel stood, radiating seemingly pure evil. He pulled out his knife and cut the bonds, instantly pressing the knife again against his throat. “Now, let’s get going…” Gigoran gave up and followed along apparently he was going to blow up the ship.
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:35:11 GMT -7
Chapter 8
He pushed the Halfling down the hall, following him very closely. Raylin was still in the cabin, because she would be too conspicuous walking through the corridors. They passed no one; they were very lucky, or at least lucky on Sedoctel’s part. He jabbed Gigoran again, nudging him in the direction of the reactor room. “You think you can handle this?” Gigoran typed in the key code, and the door opened. “Y-Yes…” He rushed them both in, “Good, now activate the ships self-destruct sequence.” “Alright” If all went according to plan, the Duni would activate the ships self-destruct sequence, therefore allowing the ships emergency pods to be unlocked. He would then spirit away in one with Raylin, finally able to save his sister. She still had no recollection of him, but he hoped to change that with time; and time was all they would have once this was done. How could she forget me? I just hope that she will be able to move past the lies and deceit to see our true past together. Gigoran reached to grab a suit, “You don’t need that.” Sedoctel pushed him to the panel in the middle of the room. “Just get it done.” “Fine…” Gigoran started typing, entering hundreds upon hundred of complicated lines of code. Sedoctel leaned against the wall next to the door, flipping and tossing the phaser. He wasn’t worried about getting hit, he had practiced this before. Tossing items such as knives, swords, and guns were all part of his training after his master betrayed him and he went to train with the ninja who saved him. The ninja’s name was Duran, and he had saved his life many times during training. Sedoctel was part of the Shadow Sect, specializing in assassinations; big, small, and mass assassination. All done for a fee, of course. During the time spent training, he gained valuable skills and knowledge. He made contacts and enemies. Though most importantly, he met her. Her name was Jasmine; she was four years older than him. He fell madly in love; but when Duran, his new master, discovered the fact, he came down hard. It turned out that she was his daughter, and he didn’t like that they were falling in love. So of course he did what he had to do; he killed Duran. Jasmine wasn’t happy at first, but she quickly got over that; after all, they were in love. Gigoran sighed, “It’s done; all you need to do is press enter and it’s activated.” “Are you sure you aren’t trying to trick me?” “I’m not!” Gigoran visibly trembled. “Well, I believe you, because you are too afraid to lie to me, or even try to think of tricking me.” Sedoctel walked up to the console, “All I need, at a push of a button.” He looked over at Gigoran, “How long until the self-destruct activates?” “It shouldn’t be less than an hour after activation.” “That should be long enough…” He sighed, and pushed the button.
Wisthe woke up, his clothes sodden with sweat. The sun was just beginning to rise above the mountains; a few rays of light were beginning to stream through the window. He stretched, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He walked out the door with a slight skip in his step. As he stepped out he felt the wonder of nature as was always present in the Elven city, the buildings all sat in harmony with nature, none harming or damaging any of the wildlife. Though he knew there were buildings, they were nigh impossible to find, because of the natural art of the Elves. An Elf walked past, giving the customary greeting, “By Hölindōr the Nature Mother, greetings.” Wisthe answered with the appropriate reply, “Hölindōr has granted me great fortune as of this day, all goes well.” The Elf bowed, “I am glad to hear it, farewell.” The Elf continued onward. He sighed, no matter how long he would stay here; he would never be able to understand them or their horribly formal way of speech. Elves had such an odd way of doing anything and everything. The Woodland Elves had no magic, yet they were still able to do things no Wizard or Mage could do. They could walk more silently and lightly then the swiftest cat; could run faster than a galloping horse for a few minutes, and could seemingly appear and disappear at a moments notice. Yet all this was but little of their nature, describing them in anything less than a lifetime did them no justice. He just shook his head and kept moving in the direction of the shrine. He felt a breeze pass by his right side, and Kona appeared next to him. He projected his thoughts into him, Why did you leave me? Did you think I would not notice? “I guess not.” Wisthe glanced over at him; his fur was a grey speckled black, with a white tipped tail and a grey head. He was the most beautiful partner he had ever seen. Though he had declined to explain to him why he had chosen to take the form of a wolf. Even though he was special to him, there was one distinct feature, a disk surrounded by two crescent moons, all in pure white fur; almost as if it were a scar. Even though he had been with him for a while, he never ceased to be amazed at him. Are you ready for this? Wisthe just kept silent, “No, I’m not ready; but I don’t really have a choice, do I?” No, but you won’t be alone, I shall stand beside you. “Thanks, it means a lot.” Both partner and master arrived at the shrine where hundred upon hundreds of Elves were gathered around a wooden building, seemingly growing out of the forest. Among all of the controlled chaos, a feeling of frightened anticipation floated on the air. As they stepped forward, the crowd split before him, giving them a wide berth. All stared; some with animosity, others with admiration, and yet many seemed bored more than anything. It seemed that even the Elves could feel. Creeping along the small isle made Wisthe feel as if he was hated and out of place, perhaps he was. He made into the small circle and it closed around him. We’re really going to do this? “Yeah,” Wisthe knelt down in the middle of the circle. You know what to do? He dropped the kindling in front of him. “Yes, I think I’ve got it.” A tall woman walked into the circle; she had long silver hair, not from age but magic. Her clothes wrapped around her in ways that no human artist could recreate. She knelt across from him, smoothing her dress. “Got everything ready?” Wisthe coughed and cleared his throat. “Yes, Arin.” She leaned in whispering, “You fool! In public you must call me by my proper name, Arindölê.” “Sorry Arindölê.” “That’s better.” She pulled out some spices and powders. “Let’s get this started.” She snapped her fingers and the kindling instantly rose to a crescendo in the orange flames. She dropped grains of powder and sand handful by handful into the slithering tendrils of the fire. Clouds of colorful smoke raced throughout the air each time she threw something into the rising flame. Start the spell. Three words; the three words that would change their lives forever. Wisthe nodded in acknowledgement and he began to sing. “Lectior entis, lectior entis id meus. Mea lubentius praebui meus inergia ad hic aerumna sicut comere omnis complexus meus. Universus quaeso iste qu salvo haec orbis ac omne iste victus super qu ex multiplicabilis mina iste teneo omne ante malus laruae praendo. Deus de anticus venefici audivi meus praesens, audivi meus, voster servi do qu suum caussae ac prex. Uter tuus responsum.” His voice slowly died away, silence remained. A small feminine voice rose quietly and steadily from the still air. It was crystal clear, beautiful beyond the comprehension of any living thing. It was a thing that was living and thinking. It rose and fell in rhythms and patterns too fast to follow with living ears. All who heard it wept at the beauty, and the sorrow within. “Antistita, antistita mea. Meus lubentius prebeo meus spiritus pro hic labos. Mea precor iste qu capissivi orbis ac omnis kapitis ad alius locus. Capissere orbis longe procul de qu iste instare ad ruo qu. Meus oro iste qu audio mea, meus voluntas sacrifici pro hic labos. Meus responsum? Capissere mea, capissere mea.” Her voice faded into the black void of nothingness. When all was silent a rumble shook the earth. The shaking was so great that all fell to the ground and were tossed across the surface like ragdolls. Screams split the air as the guillotine a neck. The earth quieted, and all was still. Wisthe shook his head and got shakily to his feet. His vision was blurry; he had probably hit his head during the initial shock of the quake. “What happened, is everyone alright?” There were a few mumblings and groaning, but no one required immediate attention. Kona stood nearby, shaking his fur and clearing it of dirt and rubble. That was not a natural occurrence Wisthe. He seemed concerned. “I know; but what could shake the planet with such force?” Perhaps it was an after-effect of the spell. Arindölê would know, we should go ask her. “Good idea.” Wisthe looked carefully around, he couldn’t see Arin. “I can’t see her. What about you?” He looked over at Kona. She’s behind you near the entrance. He turned around and his heart stopped. He spotted her sprawled on the ground a few feet away, she was limp and unmoving. He rushed over to her. He lifted her into his arms; her eyes were open, blood pouring down her face. She tried to speak but all that came out was a thick torrent of blood. She stopped moving, her eyes began to glaze over; she was dead. Wisthe lifted his head to the sky and screamed a scream so full of despair and sorrow that it was transferred over to Kona. Tears cascaded down his face, falling to the ground in never ending waves. He yelled out; to the gods, to the Elves, he didn’t care. “Is this the price you set? Is this what is required of me? I won’t accept it, I will find a way to save others, I will not let you win!” Anger radiated from his voice; but in contrast with the rough emotions he felt he softly and gingerly closed Arin’s eyes, speaking the phrase of Elven farewell he had learned from her just a few days ago. His voice was thick with emotion. “Aput domini de ors Retimor, Meus mitto tuus anima ad aeternus dormitatio ac quiesco. Meus mitto tuus corpus ad terrae, ad consum unus cum vita subsuperpartiens. Conperi uter qu isto adfectatio inro silvae de natura matris. Valere. Farewell, Arin.” He set her down on the ground, arranging her so she looked at peace. Wisthe stood up, looking around him to see what was happening to everyone else since he had checked last. He stopped in surprise and alarm; it was the middle of the night. He had been in light just a minute before. Billions of stars dotted the sky but none were the familiar constellations he had learned as a child. Instead of a single moon, two hung in the sky. The second moon was red, give the night an eerie cast. At a cost so high, he was loath to believe it; they had accomplished their objective. They had saved the world. They had done what all had thought to be impossible; they had moved the planet.
Gigoran fell before the button was depressed completely, the ship shook violently. Alarms began blaring, lights flashing as they were demanding to be seen. He pushed himself to a sitting position and blinked forcefully a few times. He could hear Sedoctel swearing next to him. He jumped to his feet and rushed over to where he was sitting, pushing him against the wall. “What did you do?!” Sedoctel yelled. “I didn’t d-do anything.” “Then what happened?!” “I d-don’t know.” He darted his gaze to a panel near him. “That console has an uplink, check it.” “Maybe I will; don’t move!” Sedoctel crept up to the console and activated it, using the touch panel to navigate a complicated menu. After a minute or so a beam of light shot out and an image appeared suspended in front of him. it showed stars and black space. “Duni!” He saw Gigoran shudder. “What is this?” Gigoran walked over to the panel and read the identifier code beneath. “We are in orbit around the planet Nogard, waiting for permission to embark.” “Then where’s the planet?” Gigoran worked his fingers to show a three-sixty degree view of the ship, it all showed the same thing, start. But to the right of the ship was a large dark spot, pulling space inward as in a vortex or whirlwind. He stopped the image at this point. “That is the point where Nogard was.” Sedoctel raised an eyebrow. “Was?” “Y-yes,” He swallowed, “now there is a black hole there instead. I believe that it may have been c-caused by a planetary d-displacement; The Jales effect.” “You mean the long outdated theory by a twenty-first century madman.” Sedoctel asked sarcastically. “Well, y-yes. If you p-put it th-th-that way.” “Perhaps, perhaps not; but no matter I have a question. Did. The. Self. Destruct. Activate?!” Gigoran looked at him “No, the alarms are not warning of a self destruct so it was not activated.” “Then make it happen, Duni!” Gigoran went over and pressed the button, he visibly closed his eyes. A minute passed and nothing happened. Gigoran opened his eyes and again pressed the button; still nothing happened. “It’s not working.” “Why not?” “I’m not sure, but…” he checked the console. “It looks like the self destruct was damaged with that shake earlier.” “Damn it!” He looked at Gigoran. “How else can I get to the escape pods?!” He slammed his fist against the wall. “Ho…” Another large shake took the ship and loud blaring alarms began sounding off. A third shake took the ship and it jerked to the right and all gravity disappeared, Gigoran yelped in surprise and grabbed the self destruct box to keep from floating away. Sedoctel swore again and floated over to the console. He quickly scanned the screen by scrolling through the information. He stopped and reread for a moment. A grimace crossed his face. “Shit!” he floated to the door. “The outer ring is detaching from the rest of the god-damn ship!” He opened the door and floated out, going as quickly as he could to the room where Raylin was waiting. He burst into the room and yelled “We need to go, now!” Raylin floated out of her chair and looked at him. “What’s going on?” “We need to get out of here, now!”
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:35:31 GMT -7
Chapter 9
A sharp pain penetrated his skull, much like a Makar Beetle burrow in your skin. He slowly opened his eyes and immediately clamped them shut; a bright light seared from every angle and assaulted his eyes. He tried to scream, or in his case groan, but his vocal cords refused to obey. He slowly opened his eyes, opening them more and more as his eyes adjusted to the level of light. After his eyes adjusted he surveyed his surroundings. A large room with many glass tubes cluttered every surface, including the walls. The tubes on the walls were larger than the others and had many large mammals encased within them: Elves, Men, and even a Frost Wyrm; the wyrm appeared newly hatched as it was still smaller than him. The smaller tubes held a large variety of insects and other small life: amphibian, reptile, etc. He then realized he was in one of the glass tubes himself. He pounded on the glass, he felt it flex but it held firm against his strength. Kidic searched his memories to see if anything he knew matched this situation; nothing did. With no memory to go off of he tried to discover how to escape his prison. He didn’t see any panels or locks on the inside, but he did see a vent above his head four screws holding it in place. He lowered his head to search his pocket but felt only flesh. He looked down and saw that he had no clothes on, he was completely naked. He swore and rubbed his right ear to help him think. He looked down and bit his tongue and a bit of inspiration, or perhaps revelation, entered his conscious mind. He got his thumbnail and started turning the screws. It tore at his skin and nails but continued going on anyways. By the time the third screw was out he had no nails left. He reached up and got his fingers under the vent and pulled it down, the screw popped out and the vent fell to the ground. Suddenly a large shake tossed him to the ground and loud alarms and red lights surrounded him. He didn’t know if that was him or not but he couldn’t worry about that, he needed to escape. He got to his feet and pulled himself into the vent. He came out on top of the tube, fresh air filling his nostrils as opposed to the stale air he had been breathing before. He jumped to the ground and rolled to cushion the fall; he got to his feet again and held himself in a ready position so he’d be prepared for an attack if it came. He walked to a doorway, hatch part open. He pushed it the rest of the way open and slipped into the hallway. The flashing red lights were much more prominent in the long hallways, they disoriented him quickly. Kidic ran down the hall trying not to run into the walls, it was hard. He didn’t pass any living being, the halls were empty of all life. An explosion shattered Kidic’s concentration, making him instinctively jolt his head up. His body rose from the ground in suspended weightlessness. Damn, the gravity is gone! He grabbed a hold of the wall near him and navigated over to the nearest porthole and looked out; a large black emptiness dominated his view. Dust particles and other atmospheric materials swirled in a large circle, and then they all sucked into one single point and disappeared. The ship lurched and started slowly moving to the point where the dust disappeared. He felt a slight breeze behind him and turned, a humanoid figure darted down the hall. The man, for it was a man, turned his head and his pointed ears showed from beneath his hair; he was an Elf! He pushed himself off and followed the Elf through intricate twists and turns until he disappeared into a doorway. Kidic grabbed the wall and stopped. He heard voices inside the room; he guessed the male Elf, and a woman’s voice. They were frantic and he guessed frenzied in there. He saw the door open and the Elf from before run out, another Elf following behind. The second Elf was a Sky Elf, with large wings behind her. She was beautiful with long legs and close cropped hair. Kidic noticed his mouth was open and he closed it. He followed behind them far enough away that he could remain unseen. He watched them mainly the hot beauty in front of him, he especially paid attention to the way her clothes wrapped around her lithe body. They turned a corner and ran to some doorways set periodically into both sides of the long hall. Large metal doors blocked the end so that the hall was a dead end. Many of the doorways had panels in front of them, and many had open doors but many were closed tight. A new alarm sounded and he watched in fascination as all the doors closed, including the ones in the hall and one directly behind him. Kidic saw a door beginning to close directly above his head so he dived into the large hallway with the two Elves; he narrowly dodged the door. He rolled to his feet and waited for the Elves’ reaction. They both turned as soon as he entered the hall. Doing his best to appear calm Kidic straightened his back and looked the male Elf straight in the eye. The Sky Elf spoke first, “Who are you?!” Kidic cleared his throat, “I’m Kidic, second warrior of the Opal Sect.” The Sky Elf’s eyes brightened in recognition immediately, it took the male Elf a few seconds longer. The male Elf spoke, “You are from…Nogard?” his voice was firm. Kidic lifted his right arm and bared his forearm a large tattoo cascading in white inky torrents down his skin. He then showed them his pointy ears. The Sky Elf stated the obvious, “A Dark elf.” He remained silent, not uttering a sound. The three stood in quiet, an awkward and hostile air starting to fill the room. The Sky Elf was the first to recognize something important about Kidic for the second time in their short meeting. She turned to the male Elf, “Dark Elves never carry on a conversation unless all parties first introduce themselves.” He nodded, showing he understood. They both turned back to Kidic. The male Elf was the one who spoke. “I am Sedoctel, a Fallen Elf; and this is Raylin of the Sky Elves. Now listen, I have some questions for you: What are you doing here? Why are you on this ship? Who are you working for?” Kidic took it all in disinterest. He slowly answered the hastily asked questions. “I am not doing anything except trying to escape. I am on this ship because of the High Elves betrayal. As for your last question, I work for no one but myself.” Sedoctel glared with squinted eyes; Kidic felt amusement. Many Elves had some form of sensing truth; Sedoctel was probably trying to see if his answers were true. Sedoctel’s eyes returned to normal, but he still glared with distrust. Raylin yelled out, “Everyone, look!” she was pointing out the windows nearby her. They crowded around the porthole staring out. The center of the ship disengaged its locks and was flying away from the outer ring of the ship where they were. Sedoctel yelled in anger “They’re leaving without us!” Kidic started thinking rapidly; he wasn’t surprised the humans were leaving them, what was really surprising was the fact they left all their data for it was all there when he awoke in the tank. The ship lurched to the right and Kidic stared out the window. Space seemed to be swirling in on itself, and they were being pulled into it! He heard Sedoctel whisper two words, “Black Hole…” Kidic was pretty intelligent, but he did not know what the Elf was talking about. Raylin: “That must be why the hatches all closed.” Sedoctel nodded in agreement. The outer shell began picking up speed and the hull started to give off a slight orange glow from heat. Apparently Sedoctel realized what was happening for he was backing away from the window and grabbing a hold of a nearby doorway. Raylin and Kidic followed his example and grabbed onto nearby walls or doors. The ship continued picking up speed, going faster and faster until a large flash of light penetrated into every corner of the ship. Cracks began their spiderlike web across the glass in the window next to them. Kidic saw that they were shot out of the black hole and launched straight towards a large planet. Flames started surrounding the ship as they entered the atmosphere; the window near them shattered. Large waves of heat as well as shards of superheated metal and glass flew into the room even as the air was sucked out. Almost immediately a hatch closed and the air inside normalized, albeit a bit warmer. The ship suddenly stopped and Kidic was thrown to the far wall. He heard his head hit with a sickening crunch, and then he saw nothing.
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Varha
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Post by Varha on Aug 24, 2011 19:36:14 GMT -7
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