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| Teronteth. Saga of the Destined. | |
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| Topic Started: May 22 2008, 07:35 PM (43 Views) | |
| Arceon | May 22 2008, 07:35 PM Post #1 |
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"Regrets are ones for the weak. Let us march forward towards our destined path, no matter the pasts before us." -General Xevior. The Great Wars. ~--Chapter One/Part One--~ He woke up just now, rubbing his eyes lying upright in his bed, lamenting on thoughts unknown to us. Pondering for the moment, that man glanced back and forth in the small chamber he had resided for his own. Fabrics and cloths layed on the ground where they had been tossed some time ago and the small lights surrounding him shone a soft light bathing the room in an odd iredescant blue. He glanced out the window and took in the scene layed before him. For it was not something we ourselves have gotten accustomed to in our world. No greens of vegetation surrounded our vision. No buildings surrounded around us with the bustle of common-day people. No, instead, he stared into a pitch black void, lit up by billions, perhaps trillions of bright brilliant specks of light. Space, the last great frontier of man. This specific man stretched and yawned continuously staring out the window watching the small particles of rock fly past his view in a small streak. Staring out the window for a few more minutes his eyes flew open and his head twisted to the floor behind him. In a moment he had lept from this state onto the floor digging through the piles of clothing pulling out a few select articles. "Gah!", He exclaimed this with a rather troubled voice. "This is one fine day to lose my uniform! Oh, what am I going to do? The Cap'ns gonna kill me!" Continuing with the frantic search, he hustled around the room tossing items which-ever direction not noticing the small metallic door on the other side of the room slide open effortlessly with a slight click. A young woman stood in the passageway sighing as she witnessed the scene before her. "Hey, you realize all of our uniforms are in the cleaning room, right? I thought even you would've realized that thanks to yesterdays repeated announcements.", she said. The man stopped his actions abruptly and turned slowly to face the woman, his face contorted in an expression of disbelief. "Oh. Right. I completely forgot.", he said, "Thanks for reminding me Mai. . ." He sat upon his bed letting the tension loosen from his body. He silently eyed the small firearm near his bedside observing the minute details of the carefully crafted design of the weapon. The craftsmanship in which it had been carved had always amazed him for all them had been made by hand and every detail had been carefully checked and rechecked until no imperfection remained. After a moment he let a small sigh out before realizing he had forgotten about his guest. He turned to face her gesturing with his hands before speaking. "Uh, hey, if it isn't too much trouble, could you grab my uniform for me? I need to prepare a few things. . ." She gave him a questioning look before replying, "Sure, I don't see why not." The door slid shut smoothly with another slight click leaving the man to stare at it for a moment before turning back towards the window. He stared for a while longer watching each of the small specks of light fly past him in a streaks of bright light and suddenly slow down letting the world around him materialize and take shape. He was now staring at a large bright orange ball emanating a vivid light which drowned out the dim blue that had occupied his room before. Adverting his eyes from the light he looked downward to observe a small brown marble spinning slowly in space. "So, it seems, that the wars in which we left behind took this planet for the worse. . ." He narrowed his eyes contemplating the view before him. "I guess we have come back to witness the reason we fled. . .back to our origins. . .our past. . ." "Earth." ~--End Part One--~ |
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