Blitzkommando
Apr 17, 2004, 09:15 PM
Elite - Team RA
Chapter 1
Shots ring out through the forest. It is raining more heavily than usual. The sun is setting casting an eerie greenish orange glow about the forest. Shadows dance about on the ground as the shots ring clear through the otherwise silent forest. Screams are now heard and the shots come closer. There is confused yelling, then thunder in the distance. Then... Silence. Nothing, no sound, no breeze, no changes in the atmosphere of the area.
Suddenly a small child runs out of a large open room with a photon shield at one end and a large, thick, and rusted door at the other. He is but a small boy, light brown hair, fair skin, and the brightest blue eyes on anyone. He carries with himself a miniature photon saber. He is running from the door, panting, panicked. His breathing is erratic. He glances back through the doorway he had just come from. The beast was still there, lumbering, growling deeply, uninjured, and angry.
"Hildelt..." the boy says quietly. "I have never seen one before... I should have listened to them... I should never have gone down here... And now... Now he is gone... Gone to that, that, monster..." The boy breaks down and cries. He realizes that he will never see his friend alive, and that he may end up with a similar fate should he not leave. But should he leave, he shall be in even greater trouble than he already was in. He is in a never ending pit of despair. Four years it had been, four long years. His parents had gone aboard the Pioneer II ship, four years ago, when he was but four himself. Once they reached Ragol, being the hunters they were, they gave up their lives to attempt to clear out this planet of the hostile life. They failed, they were ambushed by a large horde of enemies and were slaughtered. This day was that of the fourth anniversary of their deaths.
His friend had been his same age, the youthful age of eight. An age that should not have to worry about fighting for survival, an age that should be wrapped in the youthful world of games, of playing all day. Not carrying a saber and gun. But no, that is not the way it is here, here aboard Pioneer II the children are trained as hunters. These boys were similar in that both of their parents had been killed, in the same mission.
Children are not allowed to transport down to the surface of Ragol, due to the horrible dangers that could destroy even adults, let alone small boys. The training is supposed to start at age ten for humans, not eight. These boys however had trained secretly, for reasons yet unknown to anyone. They had gained access to the training simulator, which was, and is, a huge breaking of rules, especially for children destined to be great hunters. Instead, the one child perished, before even seeing the beauty in this hostile world, before seeing the place of his parents' deaths. And the other, may just share the same fate.
The small boy stands up, wipes the tears off his face, as if to ward off any embarrassment in case he should be found. He looks down at his small photon blade. It is many years old, it belonged to his father. He turns it over to look at the bottom, "VS" is carved roughly into the shiny silver metal, his father's initials. This particular model is known as a Gladius to the hunters of Pioneer II. The blade is that of a glowing yellow color. This particular one however has a special attribute to it, Chaos is what it is called. This is the only reason this child survived. He had confused the enemies by striking with this weapon. This had caused them to see multiples of everything, causing them to attack each other in accident, and fear. The boy turns off the saber then sets it on the ground. He then pulls off his small computer console on his arm. He records a brief message stating why he was here, and sets the console on the saber. He then walks slowly into the room with the Hidelt, thinking, knowing, that this will be his last day.
End Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Shots ring out through the forest. It is raining more heavily than usual. The sun is setting casting an eerie greenish orange glow about the forest. Shadows dance about on the ground as the shots ring clear through the otherwise silent forest. Screams are now heard and the shots come closer. There is confused yelling, then thunder in the distance. Then... Silence. Nothing, no sound, no breeze, no changes in the atmosphere of the area.
Suddenly a small child runs out of a large open room with a photon shield at one end and a large, thick, and rusted door at the other. He is but a small boy, light brown hair, fair skin, and the brightest blue eyes on anyone. He carries with himself a miniature photon saber. He is running from the door, panting, panicked. His breathing is erratic. He glances back through the doorway he had just come from. The beast was still there, lumbering, growling deeply, uninjured, and angry.
"Hildelt..." the boy says quietly. "I have never seen one before... I should have listened to them... I should never have gone down here... And now... Now he is gone... Gone to that, that, monster..." The boy breaks down and cries. He realizes that he will never see his friend alive, and that he may end up with a similar fate should he not leave. But should he leave, he shall be in even greater trouble than he already was in. He is in a never ending pit of despair. Four years it had been, four long years. His parents had gone aboard the Pioneer II ship, four years ago, when he was but four himself. Once they reached Ragol, being the hunters they were, they gave up their lives to attempt to clear out this planet of the hostile life. They failed, they were ambushed by a large horde of enemies and were slaughtered. This day was that of the fourth anniversary of their deaths.
His friend had been his same age, the youthful age of eight. An age that should not have to worry about fighting for survival, an age that should be wrapped in the youthful world of games, of playing all day. Not carrying a saber and gun. But no, that is not the way it is here, here aboard Pioneer II the children are trained as hunters. These boys were similar in that both of their parents had been killed, in the same mission.
Children are not allowed to transport down to the surface of Ragol, due to the horrible dangers that could destroy even adults, let alone small boys. The training is supposed to start at age ten for humans, not eight. These boys however had trained secretly, for reasons yet unknown to anyone. They had gained access to the training simulator, which was, and is, a huge breaking of rules, especially for children destined to be great hunters. Instead, the one child perished, before even seeing the beauty in this hostile world, before seeing the place of his parents' deaths. And the other, may just share the same fate.
The small boy stands up, wipes the tears off his face, as if to ward off any embarrassment in case he should be found. He looks down at his small photon blade. It is many years old, it belonged to his father. He turns it over to look at the bottom, "VS" is carved roughly into the shiny silver metal, his father's initials. This particular model is known as a Gladius to the hunters of Pioneer II. The blade is that of a glowing yellow color. This particular one however has a special attribute to it, Chaos is what it is called. This is the only reason this child survived. He had confused the enemies by striking with this weapon. This had caused them to see multiples of everything, causing them to attack each other in accident, and fear. The boy turns off the saber then sets it on the ground. He then pulls off his small computer console on his arm. He records a brief message stating why he was here, and sets the console on the saber. He then walks slowly into the room with the Hidelt, thinking, knowing, that this will be his last day.
End Chapter 1
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: BLITZKOMMANDO on 2004-04-18 09:51 ]</font>
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: BLITZKOMMANDO on 2004-04-30 19:47 ]</font>