Story of Kings

Phase 1

The boots of the Nova Defence Force echoed through the streets as the rain of the artificial weather system poured down on the city of New London, aka Nova Colony ZF-X.

When you have the power to control the weather you'd think that after being situated in an area of the Old World where poor weather was the norm that they'd actually make things a little better.

Originally they did, the weather was once on par with countries that were on the "equator" of the Old World and with so many rich people, celebrities and aristocrats paying good money to spend time in New London it became something of a holiday resort before the Naturalists and ......

Ken sat there wondering why the random history lesson from his Maths Lecturer was ringing through his head like his life wasn't in danger. Why? That's something Ken himself would like to know considering that a week ago he was leading an ordinary life minus the physical changes of adolescence that he began to take note of after his 15th birthday.

The rain came to an abrupt halt, Ken snapped out of his temporary trance as he sat in the derelict building of the "Museum".

A floor in the colony that was formerly used to accommodate all the working class citizens before the tragic Pirate attack left, the once bustling and energetic living complex into a wasteland of ash and molten metal.

Ken and his friends often snuck into the Museum to play, have sleepovers and do normal guy stuff despite the Museum being off limits due to apparent "threatening radiation levels".

One of Ken favourite spots was one of the government buildings that sat on a hill overlooking the skeleton of the Living complex. It had a giant hole at the top where a mag-shell burned clean through the building making it look like something huge took a nice chunky bite in the building and never got round to finishing its meal.

Ken sat in the hole and used his telescope, one of the many items he had equipped at his hideout, to look over the landscape.

Above, 2 doors slid open in the roof of the artificial starry night sky and 3 aeroships floated down into the airspace of the complex.

Ken instantly recognised the bulky design of the Nova Aerial Trooper Carrier, which definitely wasn't good, he was finding hard enough just to avoid the one unit that was actively pursuing him, last thing he needed was reinforcements.

But as the 2 ATC's hovered towards one of the open streets to offload the troopers, the third ship remained hovering in the airspace.

This caught Ken attention, upon closer inspection, this ship was a lot more slender in design and a lot more heavily armed than the carriers.

"Shit, a TRAPSS, have things gotten that serious?" Ken muttered under his breath as he quickly scuttled across the floor and started gathering various bits and bobs and started stuffing them into his rucksack.

T.R.A.P.S.S - Tech Recon and Pre-emptive Strike Ship. A lethal combination of recon and attack force, TRAPSS are equipped with unmanned drones with scanners on every scale of the electromagnetic spectrum.

The ship itself is armed with an Anti-Material gun capable of shooting through practically all materials wood, concrete even thin sheets of metal, basically a long range blender that shreds anything in its path.

Once again Ken wondered why the knowledge his parents had pounded into him had once again flashed into his head despite his life being in danger, although this information was very much more useful than a history lesson on the "Old World".

But when your Dad is an inventor, tinkerer and military scientist and a mother who is a Rear Admiral in the Nova Space Fleet there's no real shortage of motivation, and it's this knowledge that will help keep him alive.