ARMADON
Episode1
"The first ever AI-Piloted Ship has left the international spaceport late this afternoon and should reach the beautiful holiday planet Gordon in three weeks time. The passengers were ecstatic..." the TV was just loud enough for him to hear in his room and he found it strange that his parent would either be up this late or would have left the television on. He checked the clock on his wall again after rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He got out of bed and steped into his slipper and headed for the door to investigate, the hallway was dark and the light from the bathroom hurt his eyes as he walked by. He stoped in the living room and looked around, there was no movement on the couch in front of the TV, and he moved closer sleepily and searched for the remote. A smell drawed his attention; it's a new and yet a little familiar smell that, to his judgement lead to the kitchen. The kitchen door creaked open and stopped abruptly as the little boy's eyes filled with tears and his heart thumped loudly in his ears. The two people he loved most in this world had been brutally murdered. Cut open and slashed so badly that if not for the smell of his mother's favourite perfume and the name tag he, himself had made for his father a few weeks earlier, he would not have recognised them at all. The pain in his chest grew and he fell to his knees in the doorway, the tears were now flowing freely and beyond his control as the pain took control of him.
A sound from the living room slowed his tears and made his heart pound even faster and louder in his ears. He quickly rushed and grabbed a knife from the closest drawer. Slowly he walked towards the door taking small steps and stopping to listen for more clues as to what he heard. Something that crawled across his feet drew his attention away from the kitchen door for a brief moment, and when he returned his focus to the door once again he stopped dead in his tracks and small drops of his own blood splashed on the floor next to his small feet and dispersed into the navy blue material of his slippers.
"Young boys should not be left alone at this hour..." an eerie mechanical voice box broke the silence, in the door way, with only half of its sheer mechanical and scientific genius of a body revealed from the darkness of the living room, stood a robot not much taller that the little boy's father, with his hand-blade thrust into the ten year old boy's shoulder, blood dripping from its edge. The boy's heart was beating much faster and louder now, his arm now powerless numb with pain he dropped the knife to the floor. "Are you going to kill me to?"The young boy's voice was filled with a mixture of pain and fear, "You are not worth killing...yet" with these words the robot yanked out the hand bland, the boy fell to the ground with a great groan "You get a little older first, Kevin." The robot stood across the boy's body for a moment and ran out the back door as if being chased or called by some-one from afar. The young boy's heart beat began to slow down as he lost more and more blood and his tears were rolling down his cheek freely and without control, they made ripples in the puddles of tears and blood on the floor as they dropped from his chin.
Kevin woke in his bed, sweat dripping from his face; "It was a dream, just a dream" he said to himself and fell back on his pillows. The happenings of twelve years past was haunting him in the form of night-mares, vivid dreams of thing past spurring on the fears he had for what was to come. Mankind were chased from their homes and their planet shortly after that night and as he lay in his bed he could still hear the frantic screams of agony and of fear, the screams that he could not block out even now they were as loud as they were the night he had to watch as his rescuers were speeding past the adults and only rescuing the children and women. He remembered trying to cover his ears to stop the shouts of fear from making him jump out of the truck he knew was taking him to safety. It did not work and he had to force his eyes shut and hold onto the man's arm that was sitting next to him. In the early hours of the morning on the planet Gordon, a planet the people of earth had discovered just in time to save their entire existence, the three suns would rise in succession slowly lighting up the room Kevin was still restlessly trying to fall back to sleep, sleep he needed for the day the light had brought on. Today he had to go to the INTERSTELLAR COUNCIL MEETING, a meeting held once a month to discuss the issues at hand, which was mostly plans for taking back earth. The meeting was held not far from where he lived and as the suns rose and illuminated the planet he wished he did not have to go, "you have to be there, it's important to me that you are by my side" the voice of his mentor rang through his mind.
After being chased from their planet the people of earth took refuse on four different planets. Some were inclined to stay close to their original home planet and established living condition on Mars, deep under the surface of the planet near the underground water supplies. Another group's spaceshuttles lost feul somehow and were forced to make Pluto their new home and those that were left made the newly discovered sister planets, Gordon and Elliot their homes. The ICM united these groups in discussion and dispute. Every planet had three council representatives and a further three high command representatives. Opinions of every person in the meeting hall was considered to be of value and the ICM would some times last as much as a week on end. The high councilors were the eldest and most valued in the hall and as such were treated with great respect. The high command representatives were the ones who carried out the plans made and authorised during the ICM.
"We have established that earth has entirely been overrun by the mennace that is the AIB. We must collect our forces and strike before they get the chance to destroy our newly founded civilizations..."
After all the formalities were out of the way the meeting kicked off with big, loud arguements. Today was no different. Kevin and his mentor were the high commanders in charge of the armies of all the planets, they were in the spotlight most of time and were the first to be forced to deffend themselves. "Our forces have grown greatly in the last two years, but we have a long way still before we'll be ready to even defend ourselves from a light assault. We need the one thing I know we do not have, time. Some of our soldiers are installing defence structure on the stellar borders that should at the very least delay or weaken an attack from the AIB(Artificial Intelligent Beings). Al we can do is keep our numbers up and our ears to the ground..." Kevin's mentor, High commanding General Peter Farlian, took to the stand and tried to defuse the arguements and in some ways he succeeded. The meeting hall was still for several minutes, only soft murmurs could be heard as everyone processed the generals report and remarks. All the members of the ICM, in groups of three, each had their seats and place in the hall.
The pale-skinned and hairless Plutonions had to be seated in a fridge like array of seats. They had adapted to the extreme cold of Pluto and in the process their physiology changed as well, their skin was pale and almost crystal-like; the whites of their eyes had grown smaller from generation to generation until only a thin white line was left, becuase of the extreme photosensative nature of their eyes they had to wear specially desinged dark, light restraining glasses. They were very thin and their voices were almost inaudible and a little hoarse.
The hairy and hermit-like Martians were big in build and almost blind. Those of them that worked on the surface of their planet had developed an almost lizzard-like skin and because of the high mineral content in their water supplies they had lost almost all of their teeth, but had excesive amounts of hair everywhere on their bulky bodies. As most of them worked in mines they were a loud and unapproachable breed of people.
The people from the sister planets Gordon and Elliot were normal as far as build and features went. The people from the planet of green and blue had learned their lesson and every person on all of the planets lived more naturally and eco-friendly than they ever did on earth. After a few moments of soft group discussions the high councilor, Trey Galard, Stood up and cleared his throat. The entire hall was quite as everyone waited for tha councilor to speak. " We, the council, impose on you, the high commanders, the following question: Is their nothing on any of the planets we now inhabit that could help us regain enough strength to destroy the AIB and take back our home...?" Trey, a very old Plutonion stood only a few feet away from his seat, pionting his thin, pale finger out over the people in front of him. " I think I have a solution..." General Farlain's left hand man stood up proudly as he spoke the words loud and clear. Shock and disbelief painted everyones faces....
to be continued...
