Post by Mr. Kaar on Aug 22, 2010 1:50:23 GMT -8
Many years had changed the way the world works. The one we live in now is but a feint history lesson. Most of the population of the human race has moved away from their home world, half breed beings, space born children. The kinds of things we think are but fantasy are reality here. A single man was once considered so powerful that he could descide the outcome of the world, should he so chose. But his fragile heart had been his ultimate downfall. Frozen in ice until a cure could be found for his condition he was placed under the care of a certain group, a family, one that has grown, expanded, and even removed itself from the rest of known space.
You see everyone fears everyone else. Not outright, but the question always comes up in the minds of everyone. 'Who will attack first?'. This question is a dangerous thought. It can spread into the hearts of many and cause problems. One might be obsorbed by the thought, controlled by that fear into doing something stupid.
It just so happens that stupid thing, happens on this very day. May 21st, 3010. A green haired man by the name of Daimend Noir has been elected the leader of Combined Earth. His first action is to re-enstate the earth's military program, breaking the treaty with most of the people that now call space home. This action causes the very dangerous question to spread like a disease through the minds and hearts of countless thousands of humans, aliens, and half breeds. So, Kaitlin Elaesa, one of the many diverse people sitting on the council of space descides to bring up the option of allowing their own military program for safety reasons. Completely obliterating the 150 years of peace all races have lived since the war for independance of space was faught.
In little over a year the first shot is fired. A transport vessel returning to earth from a famous vacation spot on saturn is hit by a new version of the old beam weapons used in the war 150 years ago. With no one claiming responsability for the shot the earth shuts its self off from space and declairs all humans that have not returned home are now enemies of earth.
The earth begins its march on the nerest colony on 15 October, 3013. Taking it within the same day, catching a momentous stride they continue for 6 months. They capture a great foothold in the surrounding space of mother earth. And all of known space is torn, the council has seperated into 3 factions, who seem to only be caring about themselves, while the vast numbers at the disposal of the United Earth Forces (UEF) seem like an unstopable wave without co-operation it seems as though the blood shed will never be forgotten.
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A pure white room with many metal cylinders seems to fog over from the machines. Three individuals fill the center of the room infront of a very specific cylinder.
"Should we even be considering this?"
A young male speaks up in the silence of the room. His hair a jet black with red tips, hors spout from the front of his head at the hairline and bend to cover the top of his head. His face is humanoid while he does have the tail of a lizard it would seem spouting from his coat. His blue eyes seem to be uneasy, even afraid.
"Look, if we had another choice we would use it, and plus, you know how the elders have a soft spot for this guy."
A slightly older female human speaks up. Her purple hair, eyes, and black clothing make her seem meaner than she really is.
"This guy was the founder, not to mention, he hasn't been woken since the twentieth century."
A human male speaks this time. Appearing to be in his late twenties. His build off sets him from the other two as being much larger, his white hair and white clothing only make it all that harder to see him in the white room.
"What about the others?"
The horned male asks pointing to the other cylinders.
"Look, the elders said this guy, so we go with this guy."
Spoke the large male. As he began to push buttons on the holographic key board.
"Awe man he gives me the creeps though. What the elders say this guy is capable of... Are we sure he wont attack us on site?"
The horned male complains to the rest of the group. Worried about the myths and legends of his teaching.
"Quit being a wuss. He has to recover from the frost sickness remember."
The female musses.
A voice speaks fromt he cylinder to the group.
"Defrost initiated. 5 minutes and counting... Awaking subject number 1. Personal Items are in locker 1. Bed 1 prepared for recovery phase."
"Din, go get his personal items."
The large male says to the female.
"Awe, I was hoping to see what our founder looked like." Says, Din.
But she leaves to retrieve his things. The Cylinder ejects the locks and opens. Inside is a man wearing white boxer shorts from the 20th century. Hos blonde spikey hair stands on end, scars riddle his body from head to toe. Two lightning shaped scars on his forehead trailing from each eye brow to his hair line. Four horizontal scars on his right cheek, a giant X on his chest from his collar bone to his hips, three gun shot scars and multiple stab and cut scars acompany the X. On his right side is a large scar from a shard of glass that wass imbedded there. His right arm has a scar circling the shoulder, with lightning shaped scars trailing from the circle to his wrist. On his palms are scars from having rail road spikes hammered through them. His right thigh has a scar from a yard ornament being stabbed through it. His left leg has more cuts and gunshot wounds, his feet have the same railroad spike scars as his hands.
The mans white eyes open, the sapphire blue streaks in the iris are barely notable. His mouth opens to speak as his eyes take in the light for the first time in almost a thousand years, but no voice emits.
"Sir, everything is alright and will be explained, you are with the Dragons. You are experiencing frost sickness as we call it. Your voice and eye sight will adjust in about an hour."
The large male in white speaks to him, the blonde's eyes wander to the male, a look of annoyance within them. The blonde nods and attempts to move and he finds himself weak and barely able to keep his body weight under control.
"Sir, please refrain from trying to move for a little while, this is also part of the sickness. Your strength will return, but you have been frozen for a thousand or so years."
"Keh..."
The blonde spurts in surprise. He knew it would take a while to cure his disease but.... A thousand years?
~Does that kid have horns?~
The white eyes looked to the boy who hid behind the bigger male.
"N-... Na... Name."
The big guy in white seemed surprised himself. But apologized as he attempted to introduce himself.
"I'm sorry, my name is Corey Phazer. This is Blake. He's a Saiko."
~He's crazy?~
"Corey, my race didn't even know humans existed in his time."
~His race?~
"Ah, you see, Blake is not human, his race is called Saiko's."
Din returned with a box on what appeared to be a hovering table, only problem being it was dragging a little.
"I got his stuff, but it was too heavy for me to carry it all the way here.... Ohhh, this the guy?"
~Ditz...~
"Blake, are you still being a wuss?"
"Stop calling me that."
"Bring his stuff here so he can put it on."
"S... N-not. L.... like it's... Cold, or... A.. A-anything."
It took a while but the blonde's strength and voice returned, he recovered from the sickness and walked out of the privacy room to greet the three. He now wore a black coat with shoulder guards on top. Blue lightning designs riddle the coat, black fingerless gloves with a metal plate on the back with the word "STRIKE" etched into its surface. A white shirt, black cargo pants, black combat boots with metal protectors on the front, knee guards placed over the pants, a red vest with gold trim, and a belt with a handle nicely remade to look like the handle of a katana, and instead of wood it was metal.
"Seems my gear has been upgraded, even some of my son's equipment."
The blonde spoke.
"Sir, I'm sorry to ask this, but the records dont say what your name is all it says is Lightning."
"Leon Sudeki, The Lightning Dragon."
"An electric type?! Really?!"
Din squeeled in surprise.
"What does that mean."
Leon asked and they all exchanged looks. The bigger male speaks up.
"Well, since you where frozen we have expanded into a whole... Colony of people. There are thousands of us, but only 5 electric types. Would make sense because of the stories about you."
"Thousands of Dragons?"
"Yes we categorize ourselves by type and we learn from the elder of that type. I'm an illusion type. Din there is a darkness type, and Blake is a fire type."
"Then I'll get right to the point."
All three of them look at him puzzled.
"Why am I awake?"
"Thats something the elders should tell you."
Corey answered quickly, seeming to trail off in the end.
"Then why didn't they wake me up?"
"Because... They are currently on the front lines."
To Be Continued...
You see everyone fears everyone else. Not outright, but the question always comes up in the minds of everyone. 'Who will attack first?'. This question is a dangerous thought. It can spread into the hearts of many and cause problems. One might be obsorbed by the thought, controlled by that fear into doing something stupid.
It just so happens that stupid thing, happens on this very day. May 21st, 3010. A green haired man by the name of Daimend Noir has been elected the leader of Combined Earth. His first action is to re-enstate the earth's military program, breaking the treaty with most of the people that now call space home. This action causes the very dangerous question to spread like a disease through the minds and hearts of countless thousands of humans, aliens, and half breeds. So, Kaitlin Elaesa, one of the many diverse people sitting on the council of space descides to bring up the option of allowing their own military program for safety reasons. Completely obliterating the 150 years of peace all races have lived since the war for independance of space was faught.
In little over a year the first shot is fired. A transport vessel returning to earth from a famous vacation spot on saturn is hit by a new version of the old beam weapons used in the war 150 years ago. With no one claiming responsability for the shot the earth shuts its self off from space and declairs all humans that have not returned home are now enemies of earth.
The earth begins its march on the nerest colony on 15 October, 3013. Taking it within the same day, catching a momentous stride they continue for 6 months. They capture a great foothold in the surrounding space of mother earth. And all of known space is torn, the council has seperated into 3 factions, who seem to only be caring about themselves, while the vast numbers at the disposal of the United Earth Forces (UEF) seem like an unstopable wave without co-operation it seems as though the blood shed will never be forgotten.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
A pure white room with many metal cylinders seems to fog over from the machines. Three individuals fill the center of the room infront of a very specific cylinder.
"Should we even be considering this?"
A young male speaks up in the silence of the room. His hair a jet black with red tips, hors spout from the front of his head at the hairline and bend to cover the top of his head. His face is humanoid while he does have the tail of a lizard it would seem spouting from his coat. His blue eyes seem to be uneasy, even afraid.
"Look, if we had another choice we would use it, and plus, you know how the elders have a soft spot for this guy."
A slightly older female human speaks up. Her purple hair, eyes, and black clothing make her seem meaner than she really is.
"This guy was the founder, not to mention, he hasn't been woken since the twentieth century."
A human male speaks this time. Appearing to be in his late twenties. His build off sets him from the other two as being much larger, his white hair and white clothing only make it all that harder to see him in the white room.
"What about the others?"
The horned male asks pointing to the other cylinders.
"Look, the elders said this guy, so we go with this guy."
Spoke the large male. As he began to push buttons on the holographic key board.
"Awe man he gives me the creeps though. What the elders say this guy is capable of... Are we sure he wont attack us on site?"
The horned male complains to the rest of the group. Worried about the myths and legends of his teaching.
"Quit being a wuss. He has to recover from the frost sickness remember."
The female musses.
A voice speaks fromt he cylinder to the group.
"Defrost initiated. 5 minutes and counting... Awaking subject number 1. Personal Items are in locker 1. Bed 1 prepared for recovery phase."
"Din, go get his personal items."
The large male says to the female.
"Awe, I was hoping to see what our founder looked like." Says, Din.
But she leaves to retrieve his things. The Cylinder ejects the locks and opens. Inside is a man wearing white boxer shorts from the 20th century. Hos blonde spikey hair stands on end, scars riddle his body from head to toe. Two lightning shaped scars on his forehead trailing from each eye brow to his hair line. Four horizontal scars on his right cheek, a giant X on his chest from his collar bone to his hips, three gun shot scars and multiple stab and cut scars acompany the X. On his right side is a large scar from a shard of glass that wass imbedded there. His right arm has a scar circling the shoulder, with lightning shaped scars trailing from the circle to his wrist. On his palms are scars from having rail road spikes hammered through them. His right thigh has a scar from a yard ornament being stabbed through it. His left leg has more cuts and gunshot wounds, his feet have the same railroad spike scars as his hands.
The mans white eyes open, the sapphire blue streaks in the iris are barely notable. His mouth opens to speak as his eyes take in the light for the first time in almost a thousand years, but no voice emits.
"Sir, everything is alright and will be explained, you are with the Dragons. You are experiencing frost sickness as we call it. Your voice and eye sight will adjust in about an hour."
The large male in white speaks to him, the blonde's eyes wander to the male, a look of annoyance within them. The blonde nods and attempts to move and he finds himself weak and barely able to keep his body weight under control.
"Sir, please refrain from trying to move for a little while, this is also part of the sickness. Your strength will return, but you have been frozen for a thousand or so years."
"Keh..."
The blonde spurts in surprise. He knew it would take a while to cure his disease but.... A thousand years?
~Does that kid have horns?~
The white eyes looked to the boy who hid behind the bigger male.
"N-... Na... Name."
The big guy in white seemed surprised himself. But apologized as he attempted to introduce himself.
"I'm sorry, my name is Corey Phazer. This is Blake. He's a Saiko."
~He's crazy?~
"Corey, my race didn't even know humans existed in his time."
~His race?~
"Ah, you see, Blake is not human, his race is called Saiko's."
Din returned with a box on what appeared to be a hovering table, only problem being it was dragging a little.
"I got his stuff, but it was too heavy for me to carry it all the way here.... Ohhh, this the guy?"
~Ditz...~
"Blake, are you still being a wuss?"
"Stop calling me that."
"Bring his stuff here so he can put it on."
"S... N-not. L.... like it's... Cold, or... A.. A-anything."
It took a while but the blonde's strength and voice returned, he recovered from the sickness and walked out of the privacy room to greet the three. He now wore a black coat with shoulder guards on top. Blue lightning designs riddle the coat, black fingerless gloves with a metal plate on the back with the word "STRIKE" etched into its surface. A white shirt, black cargo pants, black combat boots with metal protectors on the front, knee guards placed over the pants, a red vest with gold trim, and a belt with a handle nicely remade to look like the handle of a katana, and instead of wood it was metal.
"Seems my gear has been upgraded, even some of my son's equipment."
The blonde spoke.
"Sir, I'm sorry to ask this, but the records dont say what your name is all it says is Lightning."
"Leon Sudeki, The Lightning Dragon."
"An electric type?! Really?!"
Din squeeled in surprise.
"What does that mean."
Leon asked and they all exchanged looks. The bigger male speaks up.
"Well, since you where frozen we have expanded into a whole... Colony of people. There are thousands of us, but only 5 electric types. Would make sense because of the stories about you."
"Thousands of Dragons?"
"Yes we categorize ourselves by type and we learn from the elder of that type. I'm an illusion type. Din there is a darkness type, and Blake is a fire type."
"Then I'll get right to the point."
All three of them look at him puzzled.
"Why am I awake?"
"Thats something the elders should tell you."
Corey answered quickly, seeming to trail off in the end.
"Then why didn't they wake me up?"
"Because... They are currently on the front lines."
To Be Continued...