DeusCael
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| 19 Dec 2013 07:31 PM |
Only took over a month :D
I haven't spell checked it or improved what was already there. The first couple paragraphs are from when I first started and I went from there, so... ya go ahead and post comments pls
Chapter IV The Unknown
“Space is an unknown area in history. People come in and out of it, to be seen again or to never be heard from again. Some of those people can change the course of history.”
Emperor Delargivic walked onto the balcony of his palace to greet his cheering citizens of New Alexandria. He waved slowly across the beckoning crowd. I wore hooded robes in the back of the crowd, watching him look at the crowd, ready to make his royal speech. It has been five years since The Grand Imperium destroyed Vaktovia, bringing down The Vaktovian Empire. Since then, an underground rebellion was set up underneath the streets of New Alexandria, Capital of The Grand Imperium on Arcadia. Arcadia was mostly a swamp, it was nothing spectacular. The walls of New Alexandria were surrounded by the tall Conifer trees of the swamp. The streets of the city were lined with the citizens, completely crowded. The people buzzed with chatter about the appearance of their Emperor. I left the plaza of the Palace, slowly walking the streets past the citizens chattering. I had a pistol strapped to my waist under my robe, just in case I needed it. I was one of the many founders of The Resistance, The Vaktovian Empire’s last hope. I walked the streets alone, empty or abounding with people. They didn’t notice either way. It was not uncommon for someone to be walking alone down the streets. One particular journey down the streets stook out more than the rest. I was walking as I usually did, when I felt a presence behind me, not unlike that of before the Vaktovians took me to the Headquarters, moments before it was destroyed. Whenever I turn around, the streets are unnaturally empty, as if a giant hand had swept away everyone that might have been on them, everyone aside from me. This night started the same as that night. I walked alone down the empty street. I felt the same presence behind me. I slowly turned around. A baton made its way into the side of my face, rendering me unconscious.
A rush of air hit me, waking me up. I could hear the sound of voices, barely audible over the roar of a plane’s engines. I was on my back on the ground, head pointing towards an open door, thousands of feet above empty ground. I lay there, my eyes shut. I felt a sharp spike of pain in my side. I put my hand to it, feeling a warm liquid ooze through my fingers, onto the floor and covering my hand. The pain exploded through my side, my eyes still closed. I heard the voices get closer, though still barely audible over the roar of the engines. “What shall we do with him?” I heard a distorted voice ask. “What we do with the rest of them; throw them out,” A second distorted voice answered the first. “And if he could somehow prove useful to us? He is one of the leaders of the Resistance on Arcadia.” the first voice asked. “Orders are orders. We throw all prisoners out once we reach an altitude of 10,000 meters. We are at 9,000 right now. Just a few more moments and we toss him out to join the others.” “Yes, sir.”
Within a minute, I felt myself sliding towards the open air, nothing I could do to stop it. My hands were bound to my sides and my feet tied together. I was strapped to some sort of gurney-type object, preventing me from kicking. As I felt my head enter the atmosphere, a high-pitched whistle zoomed past, slamming into the engine of the aircraft I was in with tremendous force, shattering it instantly. The ship shook and tipped to the side of the destroyed engine. As it tipped to the side, the contraption I was strapped to shook itself from the aircraft, catching itself on a strap at the last possible moment , suspending me in midair thousands of feet above the jagged ground below. I heard shouts coming from the aircraft as it made its descent, heading directly for a cliff side. A sawing sound was coming from the aircraft door. The contraption was jerking around. The strap holding me snapped as one of the crew aboard it sawed the strap with a combat knife, sending me to my death.
As I fell, the wind whistling through my ears, I heard a whistling coming towards me. A ship zoomed under me, catching me less than 50 feet from the Arcadian craft which had dropped me. As my rescue flew away, I heard the thundering explosion of the other aircraft hitting the cliff side, killing the crew instantly and leaving a crater in the sheer cliff.
I was immediately put into a capsule as they shuttled me down the long corridors. My mouth was gagged from my encounter with the Arcadians, preventing me from speaking. The capsule cut me loose from the contraption, incinerating it instantly. The gag was taken off and my hands and legs were freed.
My ‘saviors’ spoke outside the capsule tube I was in. They spoke in hushed voices, preventing me from understanding what they were saying. I could see nothing as to identify this ship as a Vaktovian Ship, worrying me. They turned to me several times during the conversation, curious looks on their faces at times, frightened looks the rest of the time.
The capsule opened as their conversation continued. “... he is one of the best fighters of Vaktovia!” One of them finished. They turned to look at me. I stood up slowly. One of them reached for the pistol at his waist, panicked. My eye caught the slight movement as his hand grasped the grip and pulled it a centimeter out of its holster. I then noticed all of them had made the same movements. Reacting to the situation at hand, I went to a crouch then slid to one of them, kicking out my leg into his knee, bringing him down instantly. The pistol he had taken barely out of the holster flew into the air. I jumped and caught it as the spot I had been was cascaded by bullets. I grabbed ahold of pipe running across the ceiling and took four shots, each of which found a target to bury itself into, killing each instantly. I dropped to the ground, landing quietly. I moved forward, quickly and quietly. A guard’s footsteps were to my right, down a corridor. I heard the crackle of a radio transmitter from the guard. His footsteps stopped, then continued. As I heard them receding, I moved to take him out silently. I was right behind him when I heard a gun click behind my head.
“Move, I dare you.” An unknown person behind me said blatantly. “Put the gun on the ground. Now.” I did so without hesitation, slowly bending over and putting the gun on the ground. I came up with my hands up. “What do you want with me?” I asked without turning around. He handcuffed me, putting my arms behind my back. “An easier question to answer would be what I don’t want you for.” He said as he pushed me back down the way I came.
I found myself inside an interrogation room within the ship. One of my captors, who looked something like an officer, came into the room and slapped a file down on the table I was handcuffed to.
“Hello, Xaleyp. I am Ardus Kaine, Captain of this vessel. We are from the planet of Siatia. We are an organization who’s name and nature is not necessary information for you. All you need to know is that we rescued you from certain death by Arcadia and you repay us by killing five brave soldiers. “We have captured you here today because we realize you can be a powerful asset of Siatia, and the possible needed link to our reestablishment of a superpower within the universe. As you may or may not know, we used to be among the most prestigious Empires. We were but a single planet, of which produced the highest quality soldiers who were sent off to the empires you know today as The Vaktovian Empire and The Grand Imperium, who are currently at war, as you certainly know. We are currently about to lend hundreds of fighters, as well as dozens of starships, to Arcadia, which we be able to squish any and all resistance from Vaktovia, an already severely weakened empire. “All you have to do to keep this from happening is give yourself to Siatia for life, fighting to your fullest extent. Your missions will include fighting against Arcadia, as well ask Vaktovia, assassinating leaders of both sides to weaken them both. When morality among the two is completely gone, Siauter will move in and take them both over, successfully becoming the largest empire in history. “We are currently producing many thousand weapons of mass destruction in the event that you decline the offer of a high ranking official among what will soon be the largest empire. If you decline, we will launch these weapons across the universe, wreaking disaster everywhere. “If you accept, you will be welcomed into our ranks as if you had not even flicked a dust speck at those soldiers. You will receive the rank of General and will be among the most renowned in our history, should you succeed in your missions. Should you betray us, you will be hunted down and eliminated and our weapons will find their ways to destinations across the universe to be set off and destroy the influential planets of the universe, leaving the universe up for grabs, where we will move in and rip it from dueling warlords’ hands, establishing our dominance once more in the universe. This shall happen even if you decline. I will give you an hour to ponder your choices and I will return to receive your answer.” As he left, he flipped an hourglass over. One hour. If I accepted, I would be able to put my skills to the test, leading the armies of Siatia to the dominant force of the universe. I would be able to destroy Arcadia once and for all. But, with destroying Arcadia, I would have to destroy Vaktovia, something I could not even think of doing in my whole life, being surrounded by Vaktovian Soldiers who protected my homeplanet from birth to the destruction of Mornage. Mornage... The giant skyscrapers flashed into my memory. Vehicles flew overhead as I walked down the street. Pedestrians walked, almost aimlessly, down the street. The Vaktovian Headquarters established with The Vaktovian Takeover loomed menacingly over most buildings. It could be seen from almost any point in the city. My parents... I snapped back to reality. The hourglass sand continued to go down, now about a quarter gone. I pondered the results of my declination of the offer. These weapons have not been picked up by spies. They are unknown to the universe, excluding Siatia. If they truly have them, this could mean disaster for the universe, even if I accept this offer. There is also the chance that they do not exist and are using the possibility of their existing to make me accept the offer to lead them to domination of the universe. Half an hour gone already. I continued to ponder the choices. If I did accept, I would be subjected to missions which would help bring the downfall of the powerful Grand Imperium. However, I would also be subjected to missions which would also finish bringing down the once powerful Vaktovian Empire. Fifteen minutes left. If I declined, I would be putting the entire universe at risk of mass destruction. But, who’s to say the actual plan of Siatia’s leadership isn’t to plunge the universe into chaos anyway? With the fall of the two most powerful empires in history, a power vacuum would surely occur. Squabbling warlords within the universe would fight for power, leaving Siatia open to take over with my abilities. But, if they don’t take the opportunity to take over, the universe would be left divided for centuries. The door opened. “Time’s up. Do I have an answer, or do I assume you decline and kill you now?” My brain’s activity increased tenfold. Thoughts shot from one side of my head to the other, thousands at a time. I thought about every scenario would could occur from both answers, from the worst case, to the best. I opened my mouth to speak. “Yes.” “Glad to hear it. I shall send for your custom-tailored General Uniform as well as medals for past distinctions. You will not regret this. You have just joined the soon to be greatest empire in history. In the meantime, I shall lead you to your quarter’s aboard the ship until we reach Siauter.” He released me from the handcuffs and led me down a corridor to a room. He punched in the code 3752 and the door opened. The room was nothing special, designed for short-term stay. There was a sink, a stove, a bed, a desk and chair, and an armoire. Everything was kept neat and organized within the room. “I’ll leave you here. Make yourself comfortable.” He said as he left me alone. I pulled the chair from the desk and sat down at it and began to strategize the ways of taking over the universe. I could easily lead the strongest section of the Siatia army in a rebellion against Siatia and take over the universe myself. Or I could be loyal to Siatia and lead them to domination of the universe. Thousands of different plans bounced around my head, none of which took my interest. I eventually decided that I would be loyal to Siatia until we grasped control. From there, who knows what might happen.
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Inysa
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| 21 Dec 2013 07:47 PM |
| There's a few problems, mainly with paragraph spacing, repeating words too quickly, and the fairly poor imagery. Aside from that, it's... decent, actually. |
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