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Further Inn
“How did I get here?” Vic cried out in fear.
Vic opened his eyes to see that he was in a very unfamiliar place with a very unfamiliar cast of characters there with him.
“Good morning, you look like you could use a little rub down to get your day started,” said a lady that Vic had never seen before.
The lady looked young and was dressed very provocatively.
“My name is Buffy, but you could also call me JJ if you’d like,” she said.
“She never makes up her mind about what she wants to be called,” said a little boy.
Vic wondered what such a young boy was doing here and why he wasn’t afraid. Surely his parents were here with him somewhere.
“What’s your name little boy?” asked Vic.
“Little boy? I’m probably the same age as you are you asshole. The name’s Dylan,” he explained frustrated.
No one actually believed him that he was anything older than twelve years old. Vic grew more confused. He didn’t understand how he got to this place or what this place even was.
Suddenly, the lights went out. Everyone started screaming and when they came back on, they noticed that one of the many people there had disappeared.
“What happened to her?!” Vic worried.
“Oh, her? That’s just Rose. She tends to disappear at times; she’ll be back eventually. I love her and I would never let anything happen to her. We’re soul mates, you know,” explained some strange man.
The man wore a rosary as a necklace, so the last thing Vic wanted to do was make him angry. However, it seemed like the man had no issues with being an ass to people.
“Let’s get out of here, big guy,” said Buffy.
“Ew, no. Rose is my one and only. I can’t stand you,” said the man.
The man’s name was Bryce. Bryce didn’t like most of the people he was stuck here with, other than Rose who disappeared often, but would always randomly come back without anyone figuring out how she was randomly escaping.
“Can someone tell me what we’re doing here?” asked Vic.
“no1 knos y we r here. i was making salad ofc and now im here ;o” explained the man.
“That’s Shadow,” said another man. “We are being held captive by the four rulers of this mansion. No one will escape until we do as they say, trust me, I’m always right. My name is Rob and there should be no questions asked. With the amount of life experience (and ORG wins) that I have, everyone here knows who I am.”
Vic seemed like he must follow what Rob was saying as he seemed like a very powerful and influential person. However, Vic realized that everyone else was ignoring what Rob was saying and didn’t really pay any attention to him. So Vic quickly learned to just nod to whatever Rob said.
It was a constant learning curve having to deal with all of these new people that Vic had never met before.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll help show you the ropes around here,” someone whispered to Vic. “My name is DD.”
“What does DD stand for?” asked Vic curiously.
“Double D’s, my boobs are double D’s,” DD explained.
It made sense, DD had the biggest boobs of the bunch. Turned out that DD occasionally used them as weapons to fend off enemies.
“EVERYONE MUST OBEY!” screamed a loud voice from beyond. “MY NAME IS CUNTIS AND I AM THE LEADER OF THIS CASTLE. THIS IS FE, MY HOMELAND, AND YOU WILL ALL DO AS I SAY IF YOU’D LIKE TO SURVIVE.”
Cuntis was also joined by Boc, Paul and KC. Together the four of them ruled the castle that all of the people were stuck in together (except for Rose at the moment because she wasn’t there).
“YOU MUST OFFER UP A SACRIFICE AMONG YOU ALL!” a new voice said, it was KC.
“That guy’s voice really doesn’t sound very threatening,” Vic said to DD.
“WITHIN THE NEXT HOUR, YOU MUST ALL DECIDE WHO WILL BE OFFERED UP TO US. IT MUST BE SOMEONE IN THE ROOM WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!! (which means it can't be Rose because, well, ya....)” screamed Boc.
Immediately everyone started to scramble. Everyone wanted to make it out alive, but it seemed like that would be impossible. Everyone turned toward the same person, having the same idea in mind on who to offer up.
“No! I won’t do it you fools! You cannot make me offer myself up,” said a man in the corner.
“Jesus fucking Christ …” Nofo started.
“Don’t use that name in vain!!!” Bryce rudely interrupted.
“Shut up Bryce!” the group all yelled together.
“Anyway, like I was saying. Jesus fucking Christ! We’re not talking about offering up you, Vernon. We’re talking about your stupid fucking dog that you’re holding,” Nofo finally finished his thought.
“NOT SANSA! THAT’S EVEN WORSE,” Vernon cried.
With tears running down Vernon’s face, the group knew what they had to do. It was either one of them die, or Vernon’s dog, who he happened to bring with him.
“We’ve made a decision,” Brian exclaimed to the admins.
“IT’S BRIAN, YAY!” Cuntis said. “WHAT HAVE YOU DECIDED?”
Brian walked over towards Vernon and snatched Sansa away from him. With people holding Vernon’s arms back so he couldn’t hold onto Sansa, he continued to cry more and more.
Brian began to life his arms up with Sansa in his hands.
“Don’t you think I should be the one doing this?” asked Rob.
“NO!” everyone yelled.
And with that, Sansa disappeared from Brian’s hands. It was at that point that the group knew, they were in more danger than they had originally thought. |
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The angular space station floated secretly and out of sight deep within the meatball asteroid field of the refreshingly and nourishing, vegetable soup galaxy. Not many miles from the chaotic asteroid field, a small spaceship suddenly came out of light speed. The spaceship was clad in a black darker than space and with a lack of patience, it moves steadily towards the space station hidden within the asteroid field. The crew of the dark spaceship were all clad in suits painted crystal white and dark purple. The only exception was the ship's captain, a polymorph clad in a suit that was almost as black as the interior of the ship, with flashy lines of a poisonous magenta.
The polymorph, gender classed neither male nor female, rose from it's seat as a man clad in a stereotypical dark green military uniform, appeared on the viewscreen above.
"You have violated the Smithsonian space constitution." The man in the military uniform announced. "Please state your registration code or we'll shoot you down."
The polymorph in the magenta-black suit simply rose a hand and spoke calmly.
"I seek sanctuary." The polymorph said with a callous voice.
The man in the uniform's eyes suddenly sharpened.
"We'll prepare for your arrival at once." He spoke hastily and nervously. "You may land in docking bay 7-5-C."
As the viewscreen faded to black, the polymorph turned to the two officers piloting it's ship.
"Prepare the landing sequence."
"Yes sir." The two pilots said almost in unison. As the dark spaceship began its descent, an anomaly of a much smaller and of a most unrecognizable nature, seemed to follow the dark space ship from a distance. As the dark spaceship was already deep into the meatball asteroid field by the time the anomaly appeared, it was quickly dismissed as another asteroid in this meatball sauce of death.
Aboard the space station, General Jemascola arrived in docking bay 7-5-C as the dark spaceship began the final stages of its descent. Jemascola wore a dark blue military uniform, clad with silver buttons to mark him the highest ranking officer aboard the station. He was accompanied by twenty or so of his company, all clad in the classic green. Once the dark spaceship had landed in the docking bay safe and sound, the landing ramp began to lower as the polymorph walked down the steps with the crew, all in tow.
General Jemascola turned his attention to the polymorph and saluted.
"Padma Perfume, I'm General Jemascola, the caretaker of this facility." He paused as Perfume stopped in front of him. "May I please escort you and your men towards the laboratory?"
Padma Perfume smiled callously. "You may,"
The group then began to move further into the depths of the space station, heading towards the laboratory.
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Meanwhile, in docking bay 2-2-C, T-3Y7 patrolled the area in an orderly matter, he was accompanied by T-8B5.
T-3Y7 stopped in his tracks and noticed nothing in particular, he turned to T-8B5.
"Everything seems to be in order." T-3Y7 said in a monotone voice.
"Agreed," T-8B5 agreed.
Then all of a sudden something shifted T-3Y7 and T-8B5's sensors slightly, as if a new weight had been added to the equation. T-3Y7 and T-8B5 both looked everywhere at once and saw nothing.
"8B5, did you sense that?" T-3Y7 asked.
"Sensors has indicated additional weight." T-8B5 answered.
"Running calculations." T-3Y7 continued.
"Object seems to be equipped with machinery that induces invisibility and stealth." T-8B5 confirmed.
Then in a flash, the two droids were decapitated by beams of blue and green. Two individuals then seemingly stepped out of nowhere, holding lightsabers with green and blue beams.
"Well, that went better than expected." The senior looking one holding the green lightsaber said, he was clad in a white spacesuit, had medium long brown hair and was equipped with a curved moustache.
"These were not the droids we were looking for." The younger man holding the blue lightsaber joked with a cheeky look on his face, he was clad in a black spacesuit and had orange hair with a tattoo of a dragon painted across the left side of his neck.
"This is not a joking matter, Alastair." The senior man clad in the white suit lectured. "More importantly, do you have Perfume's location?"
"He's at an echo distance of 5.2." Alastair read from a monitor placed on the suit on his left arm.
"That tells me nothing." The senior man said with a frown as he twirled his moustache with his free hand. "Which way from here, Alastair?"
"Hm, I believe it's this way." Alastair said as he hurried on along outside, taking a sharp turn to his left. "Hurry up Oswald, we got no time to lose!"
"Alastair, you idiot!" Oswald called out as he hurried after. "You're gonna get us both killed!"
"Nonsense." Alastair said with a smile as Oswald began to catch up. "If we run into trouble we can always carve our way through."
"This is a stealth mission." Oswald lectured. "Not a suicide mission." The two of them slowed down as they reached an intersection. "Now, let's slow down so we can think of a prop-"
Oswald cut himself short as a group of soldiers clad in mecha suits suddenly walked into view, all of them armed to the teeth.
"Oh boy." Oswald sighed as he grasped his lightsaber tighter.
"Here goes nothing." Alastair said with a cocky smile.
The soldiers paused for a moment before they noticed the two men clad in black and white, holding green and blue swords.
"Hey, who are you!?" The soldier in charge burst out. "What are your operating numbers!?"
"Sir, they're not one of us." One of his subordinates noticed. "They ain't got numbers on their suits and they're carrying old school weaponry that no man in their right mind would use."
"Intruders!" The senior officer in charge spat. "Blast them to hell and back!"
Alastair and Oswald looked at each other with confidence before darting into the line of fire as the group of soldiers unleashed heavy volleys of plasma blasts. Alastair and Oswald easily dodged all the plasma fire with extraordinary reflexes and blocked any spare shot with their laser swords.
"Sir, they're immune to our attacks!" The subordinate panicked.
"There's no way…" The soldier in charge cursed, as a returning plasma blast flies straight into a nearby soldier. "Don't let them throooooo-"
Alastair and Oswald jump at the mecha soldiers and began to slice through their assault like butter, practically carving their way through. |
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Deeper within the space station, General Jemascola and Padma Perfume finally arrive at the desired location, their men all in tow. General Jemascola walks over to a sealed door and plants his hand on a monitor.
"Scanning for access." A monotone voice said from inside the door. "Access granted."
The door then opened and General Jemascola turned to Padma Perfume and it's associates. "Welcome to the laboratory." Jemascola said with a smile and gestured for his guests to follow him inside. The laboratory was a lot like any other laboratory, large and white and with operating tables and chemistry formulas pretty much everywhere. As the group moved further into the room, a man clad in a white lab coat suddenly noticed them and walked over.
"Mr. Perfume, allow me introduce you to Dr. Thomas Weintraub." Perfume shifted it's attention towards the man in the lab coat, the polymorph noticed that the man was clad in glasses and had greying white hair as well as a greying white beard. "He's the lead scientist of this laboratory." Jemascola continued.
"Padma Perfume." Dr. Weintraub spoke enthusiastically. "It is an honor to finally meet you in person."
Padma Perfume smiled as the polymorph extended a gloved hand. "The honor is all mine, Professor Weintraub." Dr. Thomas Weintraub clutched Perfume's hand and shook it.
"Come with me." Weintraub said and gestured for Perfume and it's group to head further inside the laboratory, which they all did.
"So this is where you develop it?" Padma Perfume asked Weintraub as it scanned the interior of the laboratory. "The Mind serum?"
"Ah yes." Weintraub said proudly. "It's my life's work and after decades of research, I have finally been able to develop living tissue."
The group walks past water containers filled with distorted humanoids inside, some had faces where legs, arms and hands should be, some were tiny in proportion to others and some figures even had multiple limps or heads.
Perfume examined the figures inside the water containers curiously, Weintraub looked at them all with distaste.
"We call them Wraiths." He muttered.
"Wraiths?" Perfume asked as Weintraub continued.
"When we first developed a working sample of the serum, we tried it on a regular full grown person. This was deemed a failure and resulted in the first batch of Wraiths."
"First batch?"
"Yes." Weintraub continued sadly. "We then tried to implant the serum into infants ranging from newly born to six months of age, but the results were just as catastrophic and the second batch of Wraiths was also deemed a failure, but with failure comes progress."
Dr. Thomas Weintraub smiled triumphantly as they reached the main section of the laboratory where Mind was developed. Dr. Rosalina Pattingson and a small staff of scientist managing the serum, turned to see Dr. Thomas Weintraub and his guests arrive.
"Professor." Pattingson said politely while typing on a notepad. "We're ready to start in a few minutes."
"Good good." Weintraub said and smiled in return. "So." Weintraub said as he turned around to Perfume and the others while rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Anyone care for some refreshments?" |
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Alastair and Oswald placed their lightsaber hilts back in their holsters as they stood in the intersection in the aftermath of an intense battle.
"You're lucky I was here with you." Oswald lectured Alastair while stroking his moustache.
"There you go." Alastair laughed. "Confusing luck with skill again."
As the two friends fought a war of words with each other, the soldiers moaned in the background as a few arms or legs lied on the floor, separated from the soldiers in question.
"Eh, quit your moaning." Alastair whined. "Your wounds have already been cauterized, how about you people toughen up a bit?"
"Forget about them, Alastair." Oswald interrupted. "We need to get to the laboratory."
"Right." Alastair said, scratching the back of his head.
The soldier in charge of the squadron, slowly picks up a thermal detonator with his remaining hand and activates it. "You'll never get to the laboratory." He said with a smile.
"You little shit!" Alastair cursed. Oswald quickly searched the area for an exit and found an opening up above in the ventilation shaft.
"Alastair, quickly!" Oswald said and gestured towards the ventilation shaft up above. They barely escaped up the ventilation shaft in time as the thermal detonator exploded and evaporated all the soldiers in a blaze of glory.
"Well." Alastair breathed a sigh of relief as he and Oswald remained on all fours up above in the ventilation shaft. "That certainly escalated quickly."
"They'd rather die than allow us anywhere near this laboratory." Oswald realized. "Which way, Alastair?"
"This way." He answered and began to crawl in a random direction.
After a few minutes of random crawling around, Alastair and Oswald finally arrived over a room filled with a large number of people. They recognized one of the figures, a certain polymorph clad in a black and purple-reddish suit.
"Perfume..." Alastair cursed under his breath.
"Shhh." Oswald warned and gestured for Alastair to be quiet. Down below, Padma Perfume and his associates patiently stood at one end of the research laboratory as a group of scientists brought out a man strapped to a hovering operating table.
"We bring you test subject 17." Dr. Thomas Weintraub announced proudly.
"What's so special about test subject 17?" Perfume asked, curiously.
"This is a jewbear from the planet Bito." Weintraub explained. "In short, they tend to have a larger concentration of midichlorians than normal test subjects."
"Oven roasted chicken with country vegetable." The jewbear from Bito whined.
Alastair and Oswald exchanged worried glances, wondering what the people downstairs were really up to.
Dr. Weintraub turned towards Dr. Pattingson with a smile.
"Start the experiment!"
"Yes, professor." She said and began to extract a sample of the Mind serum from one of the large containers.
Alastair and Oswald looked on in horror, but before Dr. Pattingson could get over to the jewbear and insert the serum into his veins, a loud crash was heard from above and everybody stopped in their tracks.
"Hold it right there!" Oswald shouted so everyone could hear, activating a green lightsaber as he landed on the floor safe and sound.
"This party ends now!" Alastair chimed in, activating his blue one.
"Jedi Knights!?" Dr. Thomas Weintraub yelped in surprise. "Here!?"
Padma Perfume narrowed it's eyes, eyeing the two Jedi Knights angrily.
"We came here to intercept whatever it is you're up to, Perfume!" Oswald told the polymorph with a sharp look on his face.
"Oswald Moonracer!" Perfume mocked. "… and Alastair Corrupt!" The polymorph continued, exchanging glances with the two. "Well, well." Perfume smiled callously. "You finally tracked me down, but can you stop me?" The villain mocked.
Perfume momentarily turned it's attention to Dr. Weintraub and his science team and gave them a reassuring look.
"Continue with the experiment." Perfume told him confidently. "I'll deal with these maggots." The polymorph fixed it's gaze on the two Jedi, licking it's lips.
"You heard the man… woman… thing… whatever!" Weintraub told Dr. Pattingson. "Continue with the experiment!"
"Yes, professor." Pattingson answered and continued where she left off, ready to insert the serum into the jewbear's veins.
"Oh no, you don't." Alastair warned and charged at Dr. Pattingson, Dr. Weintraub and the other scientists over at the operating table with the jewbear.
"Alastair, watch out!" Oswald suddenly shouted and planned to jump into the fray, but the arrival of General Jemascola and his men made it somewhat harder. Alastair shifted his attention slightly to his left only to find Perfume, swinging a blood red lightsaber right at his temple. Alastair's eyes widened in surprise, but he moved his own lightsaber down to block the attack.
"Not so fast." Perfume said with a bloodthirsty smile.
"Kill the intruders!" Jemascola shouted at the top of his lungs as Oswald swiped his lightsaber nonchalantly to block their assault, hurling back their plasma fire randomly.
Then it all seemed to happen all at once, Dr. Pattingson managed to walk over to the jewbear without worry and inject him with the serum.
"Naw man." The jewbear cried as the serum began to take effect. "NAAAWWWRGH-"
His whining turned into a monstrous gurgle, the jewbear then proceeded to whip his head back and forth in pain, screaming for help with unintelligible cries.
"It's starting!" Weintraub squealed enthusiastically. "It's starting!!!" He burst out in maniacal laughter, throwing his hands up in the air diabolically.
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"Don't get in my way, you bastard!" Alastair shouted as he charged Perfume, but the polymorph's nimble physique helped him dodge the attack with ease. Perfume then swung his lightsaber at Alastair, attempting to strike from the side. The attack was blocked just in time by a third lightsaber, Perfume shifted his attention towards the wielder of the blade and looked at him angrily.
"You're spoiling my fun, old man." Perfume spat.
Oswald Moonracer smiled back at Perfume and roundhouse kicked the polymorph in the gut, hurling him backwards.
"It's my speciality." Oswald responded with a sly smile. Alastair shook a fist at Oswald, annoyed at him for interfering.
"Hey man, stop stealing my thunder!" He whined. Oswald ignored him and focused his attention mainly on Perfume and had half forgot the scientists and the experiment.
Dr. Rosalina Pattingson and the other scientists began to back away as the jewbear's body's mass began to grow, Dr. Thomas Weintraub watched the spectacle in awe.
"This is beautiful." Weintraub said as he wiped a tear from his eye.
"Professor, the subject is entering the final stage of the transmutation." Pattingson said, scribbling data down on her notepad.
The jewbear's skin color began to turn a darker shade of grey as veins began to pop all over.
"Status report!" Weintraub demanded.
"His vitals are still stable." Dr. Pattingson filled in.
The jewbear began to calm down more and more, his eyes began to sink into his skull and his body mass was now almost double the size of what it once had started as.
The fight right next to them continued, Perfume rose from where it had landed and eyed his two opponents hesitantly.
"You seem to have grown in strength considerably since last time we met, Perfume." Oswald said and narrowed his eyes, suspiciously. "Who gave you that weapon?"
Perfume spat some blood on the floor and smiled evilly. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
General Jemascola and the soldiers who didn't get hit with the returning fire, began to advance again.
"Hold it right there, you scum." Jemascola said as he and his men trained their weapons on Alastair and Oswald. Alastair gave Oswald an annoyed look.
"You didn't finish them?" Alastair asked, a troubled look on his face.
"You needed help." Oswald replied.
"I could've handled myself." Alastair whined.
Perfume laughed at their bickering as loudly as it could.
"You fools!" The polymorph gestured towards the grey bulk of a creature that was strapped to the operating table. "Your futile attempts to save useless and meaningless lifeforms like that will always end up in failure! You can't even save yourselves!" Perfume laughed mockingly.
"Honor gets you nowhere." Perfume continued and smiled evilly.
Oswald eyed the grey creature strapped to the operating table, it looked nothing like the person from earlier.
"You're right." Oswald told Perfume and closed his eyes, feeling responsible for the jewbear's Bito life that seemed to have been more or less lost. "You can't save everyone."
Then he threw his green lightsaber like a boomerang towards one of the containers containing the Mind serum with great speed and velocity. The scientists were too busy with the transmutation of the grey creature to realize what was going on. The green lightsaber then connected with a container filled with a still incomplete version of the Mind serum, it's contents began to spill down from above.
"Dr. Weintraub!" General Jemascola shouted.
Dr. Thomas Weintraub and his staff backed away in terror as the incomplete form of the Mind serum rained down on their perfect test subject, destroying the experiment.
"No!" Weintraub cried. "No! No! No! NOOOO!"
Perfume's subordinates suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Sir, we got it." The polymorph's chief subordinate said and showed Perfume a large canister containing a completed version of the serum.
"Good." Perfume said and eyed the center of the room, subject 17 was covered from head to toe in a biological green goo. "There is a good chance that the experiment, without any interference, would've been a success."
"So now what?" The subordinate politely asked.
"Now we high tail it the hell out of here!" Perfume said and ran away, the subordinates followed their captain's example. Oswald Moonracer grabbed his green lightsaber as it was returned to him from above with some help of the Force and noticed to his dismay that Perfume was gone and planned to intercept the fiend, but unfortunately something else drew his attention.
"What the…" Alastair breathed as he and Oswald faced a monstrous sight right in front of them. The creature that was covered in green goo suddenly started to grow considerably, sporting additional limbs and heads. Teeth rose from the creature's abdomen and dozens of new arms shot out from all over, one shot out from one of the creature's new heads.
Dr. Rosalina Pattingson and the other scientists ran away as fast as they could, muttering words ilke monster and stage three Wraith under their breath. Dr. Thomas Weintraub remained where he was, staring at his creation in disbelief.
The stage three Wraith noticed Weintraub and suddenly grabbed him.
"No, I created you!" Weintraub cried as the monster held him in place. "I am your creator!"
The monster ignored the professor and took a large bite of his head, savoring the bite. Alastair and Oswald jumped back in disgust. Another head swept down from the side and bit the lower half of his body right off.
"Dr. Weintraub…" General Jemascola cursed as he and his men began to back away from the creature. The third stage Wraith then turned its attention towards the two Jedi, one standing defiantly right at the center of the room holding a blue lightsaber. The other facing the monstrous creature with clear determination, his green lightsaber clutched in a firm grip.
"We take this thing down and then we go after Perfume." Oswald Moonracer declared.
"Let's do this then." Alastair Corrupt joined in.
The two of them burst out a battle cry as they leaped at the monstrous creature, ready to carve and slice to the best of their ability.
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A/N: Well I was kind of happy you guys voted me. I had been wanting to do a FanFiction for a while but never really got up the gusto to write it without knowing the result. So I guess this is a good way to write the first chapter, but not be committed to it if you guys don't like it!
Basically it is the awful one season show Terra Nova from a few years ago, FE'd with hopefully a better plot. It was a bit rushed but overall I think it turned out pretty good. If you enjoy it I will definitely try to continue it as I have lots of ideas for the characters that are mentioned in this episode, as well as other of you that I did not mention in the first episode.
But either way hope you enjoy it enough to vote me through!
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YEAR: 2095
"You have all been brought here for a reason. In the last 40 years the population has steadily diminished. We did this. Global warming was not a joke. The radiation from the sun is so intense surviving unprotected outside is nearly impossible. The Earth is no longer habitable. We are on the wrong end of this countdown timer."
Dylan stood in a crowded room. Room was an understatement. An auditorium was a better word, with hundreds of people. Some were like him and participants in this experiment, while others seemed to work here and were preparing the experiment for the ones like him. Either way they were listening to the man who identified himself as Marek, standing on the stage at the front. He had a full head of grey hair to match his grey beard.
"20 years ago we discovered a rift in the space time continuum and after years of research and testing have created a portal to another Earth-Like planet."
Chatter arose from the group. Most of it disbelief. They had simply been told they were applying to get a new start, this seemed a little preposterous.
"Bull shit," a dark haired, slim, suit wearing man said beside him as he turned for the exit. A large number of people filed out the exit though Marek seemed to have no problems. After a few minutes the number of individuals in the room had decreased from almost a thousand to under a hundred. Marek looked as if he was almost smiling at most of his participants leaving the room. Finally it appeared that everyone left was still interested in at a minimum learning more about this experiment.
"Well, now we know who is truly desperate for a new start," Marek smiled. "Congrats, you have been accepted into FE!"
FURTHER EXISTENCE
Marek continued with his speech, "I know you must have many questions and those will be..."
"How do you know this shit even works?" A blonde teen with spiked hair shouted from the group. Marek, expecting the question flipped to a monitor. What appeared on the screen was a blurry picture, similar to what most people would imagine a portal to look like. You were able to get a vague idea of what was on the other side. It looked very similar to what the history books said the Earth used to look like. Green at the bottom, blue at the top. Dylan was still skeptical but in his heart he hoped it was true.
"How do we know you didn't just create that video," The teen retored.
Marek smiled, "You don't. However I can assure you that this experiment works. Whether or not you want to trust me is your call." Everyone looked at the teen who decided to take Marek for his word. Dylan knew if the teen was in the same boat as him, he really didn't have a choice.
"Unfortunately our portal is on the small side," Marek continued, "Which means you will only be able to take a small number of personal belongings. The more you decide to leave here, the more room you will have for our survival supplies. The world you are heading into has no human inhabitants, so this stuff will be vital."
More instructions from Marek followed as the participants tried to take them all in. Eventually he got to the end of his presentation.
"It is time to split into two groups. My assistants will divide you accordingly. The reason there are two groups is because we do not know a lot about this planet. We have no idea how big this planet spans. One area may bring more benefits than others."
Dylan was pushed to the right room. He saw the teen get led to his direction as well. Then he heard a yell.
"My brother is coming with me," A orange haired man shoved a guard. The guard pulled out a baton and was ready to attack.
"Stop," Marek ordered. "Let these brothers stay together. What kind of monster are you." He turned to the brothers. "What are your names."
The older one stepped up. "My name is Curtis, and this is my younger brother Shawn."
Marek smiled, "Well Curtis you should know you are lucky. Getting a new start is always great, but you getting to experience it was a loved one. Keep him safe."
Curtis awkwardly nodded and continued towards Dylan and the rest of the right group. Dylan estimated that there was approximately 30 of them in the group. They entered a dark room. The guard instructed them to remove all personal items that they would not need in their new life.
Dylan had packed pretty light but had a few sentimental things that would be hard to get rid of. He decided to get rid of his books, however he kept his bible after spotting a fellow adventurer in what appeared to be a priest outfit. He picked up a picture of his family that was taken 10 years ago. He was so happy back then. Oh had times changed. He would do anything to get back to those days. But those days were behind him, they weren't coming back. A tear rolled down his eye and he set the picture frame to the side and picked up the rest of his stuff.
As the group reassembled Dylan scouted who he would be living with. The gender ratio wasn't in his favor, but he didn't really care. Most of the group was individuals, but there were a couple pairs. One were the brothers, Curtis and Shawn and the other was what appeared to be a dating couple. The girl had long black hair, while the guy had equally long blonde hair and glasses.
Dylan felt a tap on his shoulder. A guy with average length brown hair and a big smile greeted him. "Hey man, my name is Jake. What is yours?"
"Dylan," he replied. Friendly chap but Dylan wasn't really in the mood to chat. He wasn't still one hundred percent sure this was going to work out and he wasn't much of a talker under stress.
"This is going to be nuts," Jake continued the conversation, "I am excited and scared at the same time." He noticed the concern on Dylan's face. "You good?"
Before Dylan could answer Marek entered the room. "Are you all ready? Lets begin."
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The portal was in front of them. They could vaguely make out the world they were about to step into. The portal was going to be a tight squeeze, only about four feet by two feet but I guess transporting living organisms across space and time required a lot of power.
Dylan breathed in. Here goes nothing. He grabbed his bag and climbed through the small hole. He began to crawl towards his new life. His surroundings were as dark as night. He could see the world he left behind, and the world that was in front of him. A loud buzzing noise filled the small area. This was not a normal feeling. He felt a tingly sensation throughout his body, not something that he welcomed. He hesitated and looked back but there was some sort of force field pushing him forward. After a few seconds he reached the blurry image of the new planet. As he climbed out the light of his new home blinded him.
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As his eyes adjusted the first thing he noticed were all the colors. The ones he had heard about and seen on a screen but never truly experienced in a very long time. Green. Blue. Compared to the desert wasteland he had been used too this was amazing. The people who had entered before him seemed as much in awe as him. Dylan turned around to see what he left behind but there was nothing. No trace of the portal that had brought him here. A zap was heard and Jake appeared a few feet behind him.
"Holy crap," he gasped looking at the green grass and blue sky in front of him.
Dylan feeling less concerned loosened up and agreed. "Amazing isn't it!"
Over the next ten or fifteen minutes the rest of the group appeared. They had been placed in a pretty open field, with a lake full of the bluest water he had ever seen and thirty something people ready to start a new life.
"So uh what now," one of the women asked.
"I say we head a little closer to the water and start building a camp," A bald man sporting a light goatee.
"Who decided to make you leader?" The blonde teen snipped.
"No one," The man replied. "However it is something we need." He looked around for some sort of support but received little. Most of the people were still in awe of their current surroundings. Dylan had heard him though and put two fingers in his mouth and let out a big whistle.
The man turned to him, "Thanks..." he paused not knowing what to say.
"Dylan."
"The name is KC." He turned to the rest of the group, "I believe that we need a group leader. The easiest way to do this is democratically. Whoever is interested can step up or nominate someone and we will have a vote. Does this work for everyone?"
The group was silent not wanting to cause conflict. A few head nods were enough to give KC the approval.
"I think you should do it." Jake said.
KC shrugged, "Well, I guess I can do that."
A loud "ME" was heard from behind KC. A large man with a messy hair and dirty stubble came and stood beside KC. "My name is Korr. I will be a good leader." He smiled showing crooked teeth.
Jake whispered to Dylan, "A neanderthal for this retro era, how fitting."
A voice whispered behind them. "You should do it." A few other voices agreed. The person in the priest clothes walked besides KC and Korr. "My name is Father Fosdick, but you can call me Bryce. If you guys are interested I can lead you all as best I can. Perhaps, I can be a present day Moses."
KC looked around at the rest. "No one else, okay now I guess we vote." The voting procedure was pretty basic. Everyone just raised their hand and picked who they thought would be a good leader. Jake voted for KC. Dylan was torn but ended voting for Bryce.
In the end by a slim margin, KC was voted leader over Bryce and Korr.
KC turned to the blonde teen. "Well it looks like they all decided I was leader, buddy."
"Look, first off wise guy my name is Kenny." He replied, "And I voted for you so... congrats? You are the leader of this band of asshats."
KC turned to the group. "Alright it is time we head to the lake and set up camp. Today we start our Future existence.
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The group began setting up their campsite, on the edge of the lake. In the survival gear they were given a number of tents, varying in size. Jake had stuck close to Dylan. They were approached by a shorter fellow with a buzzcut.
"The name is Vic," he said holding out his hand, "I kept a lot of personal stuff so I wasn't able to get a tent. Do either of you have a large tent?"
Dylan nodded, "I got a 4 person tent, looks like we are roomates." The two introduced themselves to their new friend and set things up.
"So whats your story Dylan," Vic asked.
"Same as everyones I guess," Dylan shrugged. "Life fell apart in the last ten years. Didn't have much going for me back home, so figured I'd get a new one." He watched as Vic grabbed a picture frame out of his bag and placed it in the tent. "That your family?" He asked.
"Yup," Vic nodded, "I couldn't give up the past. They were such a big part of my life..." The two stood there in silence. Dylan felt a tinge of guilt that he had given up his picture. He could still imagine the faces, but knew that memory wouldn't last long.
Vic broke the silence, "Lets see whats around here." and the two headed out.
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Bryce kneeled down working on his tent. He was approached by one of the younger members of the group. He looked up and smiled a half smile.
"Sorry you weren't able to get the nomination," the boy was the one who had suggested that he run for leadership, and had felt guilty that the priest had put himself out there and got rejected.
"No worries young Matthew," Bryce smiled. "I was not meant to be the leader, I am sure He has a good reason for it." He looked at the rest of his tent. "Want to help me with this?" The two of them continued to work on the tent and set it up.
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KC was leaning against a tree watching the group. He was approached by a militaristic man. He had short light brown hair and did not wear a smile. It was apparent he was in good shape and saw this more as a mission than an adventure.
"The name is Kiwi," he said emotionless.
"What kind of name is Kiwi," KC retorted, not intimidated.
"It is my surname," He replied.
"Well, what is your first name." KC asked.
"It is not relevant."
"Well Mr. Not Relevant Kiwi, what can I do you for?"
"Since we are following you into this journey, may I ask what sort of leadership qualifications you have." Kiwi had been used to following drill seargents with lots of experience and a strong ability to lead. He didn't want to put his life in the hands of some chump.
KC smiled, "Well I was a manger at Wal Mart." Kiwi stood at him with a bland stare. KC, seeing his companions concern tried to smooth the situation over. "How about I make you my right hand man, you can help me lead this band of misfits." Kiwi did not say anything but nodded and held out his hand. KC shook his hand and watched as Kiwi turned and walked away. "What a weird guy," KC thought to himself.
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The sun, or this planets version of the sun, was on its downward path as Jake, Dylan and Vic approached KC. He was sitting and getting to know Natalie, one of the women in the group. She seemed to be offering ideas of what to do for food. Surely there was something edible in the forest around them, or atleast fish in the lake, but until they found something they would be eating rations from their survival packs.
"Mind if we head out for a bit?" Jake asked, "Check things out."
KC nodded and the three turned to head out. "Hey guys hold up." Curtis ran up to them. "Mind if I tag along?" The three shrugged and Curtis joined in. Curtis looked at Natalie, "Hey Natalie, mind watching Shawn for a bit. I love the kid, but I really need time away from him." Natalie nodded and Curtis strode up to the other three.
The four exited the flock of tents and headed into the forest.
"The boys exploring this shit," Dylan joked as the four guys walked out. Even though they had been together for less than a full day, the situation had seemed to bring this group together.
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The four were walking through the forest. It was even more grand then they could even imagine. Trees towered over them 40 feet in the air. Different shades of green, with other colors fit in from flowers and fruits.
"This is insane," Jake said in awe. Coming from a world that was almost in greyscale seeing all this color was incredible.
"This was a good call," Vic agreed. He couldn't fathom how yesterday he was living in world where it was near impossible to go outside, now that was where he was living. The three kept walking through the forest and heard a rustle from the bush.
An animal that could be best described as a deer darted in front of them. It was much larger than the deers they had learned about. It had large antlers that protruded from it's head. The four guys froze. They had seen very few non human living creatures in their life, definitely nothing this majestic.
They continued to walk and made it to a different bank of the river. They could spot their camp a few miles from them. "Hey what is that," Dylan asked pointing to a small patch of land in the middle of the water.
"An island," Curtis answered, "Kind of looks like a sausage."
"While that would be aptly named based on our situation," Vic joked, "I think it looks more like a crescent moon."
The new found friends hung out at the lakeside for a little while longer but then noticed that the sun was beginning to set and decided to head back.
The mix of orange, red and yellow being shown from the setting sun took the adventurers breath away. The colors reflected on the water which made it look like the star was shooting out a beam of light directly to them, giving them good luck on their adventures ahead.
Their happy thoughts quickly turned to confusion when a loud boom was heard in the forest behind them. Curtis turned away while Dylan walked closer. "What was that."
BOOM! Another loud noise was heard causing the ground to shake beneath them.
"Guys, I think we should get out of here," Jake cautioned but Dylan did not listen as he followed the noise into the forest. He turned to the other two. "You head back to camp, I will get Dylan and catch up with you," he ordered.
Jake ran into the forest to follow Dylan's stupid exploration. He dodged trees in the dense forest as the loud noises and quakes continued. He swung around a wide drew and almost ran into a stationary Dylan. "What the hell man," Jake yelled but he quickly noticed Dylan eye were looking up. Jake turned and saw what had caught Dylan's attention.
Standing in front of them, standing over three times there height was a set of large teeth. The Tyrannosaurus Rex roared causing Jake to jump. The sound pierced through the forest but Dylan stood frozen in fear. Jake turned and sprinted away from the beast and yelled at Dylan to do the same but his request was not heard.
As the large dinosaur sprung into action and lowered its head towards Dylan the only thought rushing through his head was, "Maybe my old life wasn't that bad."
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A/N: I hate writing about myself, so I figured kill myself off in episode 1 and I won't have to worry about it. If I continue, I plan to focus on a fair number of characters in an episode and not just one (you think the Walking Dead had a lot of main characters). But don't be worried if you weren't featured! The group is large and only a few people have been revealed. |
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| Post #2: 9th Apr 2015 4:37 AM | |
Haven't read them yet but great titles all around guys. | |
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| Post #3: 12th Apr 2015 5:27 PM | |
Vic and Dylan move on to Round 4! | |
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