Monstercat: Origins (Part 1)

Chapter 18: For Years to Come

Camon whipped his bandana around and a laser penetrated through the core of a mangle. The city was abandoned. Everything was dark and gloomy, the building broken and gray. An entire section of The Cult had been shut down. Only 3 sections to go. The 3 sections left were the robot factory, the laboratories, and the core of the ship. Camon knew he wasn't ready to take anything else on anytime soon. He went back through the dismantled library to the lab entrance. He got back into the elevator. This time, it was silent. It carried him to the lab entrance... but it didn't stop. The elevator kept going up past the floor of the lab. One floor later, it stopped. The doors slid open and there stood... Savant. "Son? How did you find this elevator? You're not snooping around, are you?", he inquired. "Father, the city of Zion is destroyed and I have nowhere to go! Of course i'm looking around!", Camon replied. "I've got an idea, why don't you stay with Dr. Raven? I'm sure he has room somewhere. I'll introduce you to the labs!", Savant said, joining Camon in the elevator. Camon awkwardly stood there in a sea of irony. The elevator doors opened on the laboratory floor this time. They walked out onto the entrance balcony and Savant summoned a vine hand. Camon stood pretending to be astounded by the long hollow pillar filled with balconies. They got on and Camon knew immediately where Dr. Raven was. The kitchen had a long line of steam pouring from it's balcony. The vine hand moved towards the kitchen. Savant and Camon hopped off onto the balcony. Dr. Raven saw Savant with him and froze. "Oh... uh... Hi? Is there anything wrong?", Dr. Raven stuttered. Savant replied quickly, "Why no, i'm just here to ask you something. Can you please watch over my son? With Zion being gone he has no place to stay." Dr. Raven shifted his weight and an awkward grin crept up his face. "Of course, I wouldn't mind at all! He can stay here all he wants as long as he doesn't snoop into anything he's not supposed to.", Dr. Raven happily replied. Savant stated, "Well then, I'll be off! We're heading to a Mecha planet to pick up a part for our ship. It seems that we accidentally hit a meteor and there is a pretty decent sized hole in the ship near Zion. The air pressure in there won't stay good at all with a gaping hole constantly sucking air into space. Toodles!" Savant stepped into the grasp of the vine hand and sunk back down to the entrance. Once he left, Camon turned to Dr. Raven. "WE DID IT!!!!", they both shouted. "Now to begin your training. The training lab is right down there fit with all kinds of dummies and courses and open spaces essential for learning simple ways to conquer the enemy," Dr. Raven finished. Camon went down to the lab and it certainly was fit for a trainer. He began practicing the tricks he learned in his book of dexterity. He read Dr. Ravens training journals. He did everything in his power to be the best he could be. The next few years, Camon repeated the same routine. He slept in the furniture lab, ate breakfast with Dr. Raven, they went their separate ways, then met again for dinner. They lived a normal life together in the laboratories. The Cult was repaired, but something was definitely missing, the citizens. The citizens had closely followed the guides and flew from the hole to freedom. They lived peaceful lives elsewhere than The Cult. Dr. Raven also joined a research lab on an abandoned planet, known as Spaec Inc., who specialized in robot production. They made a breakthrough with their helpful Workbot they had been researching for years. Professor Mel was the owner of the lab and made Dr. Raven at home there, but he refused to stay. He asked for part of the credit for Workbots and he brought some back to The Cult. He programmed the robots to avoid Mangles, therefore they avoided them. The Workbots were set to fix the city of Zion and restore it to its original greatness to be used again. Savant was sad and lonely, residing only in design for robots and the interior of the ship. He had always had a thing for interior design, creating things in the image of him. Project Galactopoly was on hold while Zion was in repairs, but that soon changed. Life was peaceful for everyone, for now...