Sovereign

Part 1

The human race, the spectacle of the Sol system. The species that would never die, through famine, through war, and even through oppression. They found a way to annoy and pester every civilized race. The won at the Battle Teltalos and defeated the Khazar of Rehois 10. But now they float, on a drifting asteroid. Waiting for a final spark of hope! A new way to survive, but now there is nothing. Nothing that can save them. Only if one, one child can accept his destiny.

Phal

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The metal lurched and heaved as the asteroid drifted.

Phal lay inside his compartment, a light flickering on and off. His oxygen filter whirring as always. His drawings of green aliens posted to the side of the small cramped room.

The deep rumbling of the Phase engines emanated through his dirty floor. He got up and combed his hair and brushed his teeth. A dirty mirror reflected his small face, big brown eyes and dirty black hair. Phal was six going on seven, a real triumph for any human child these days.

He dressed in a dirty Tec suit a little to big, he tried his best to straighten up. He put a blue cap on and prepared to go out, but something caught his eye. He walked over to his little port hole.

The vastness of The Verdun Nebula sprawled out before him, in the distance he saw a shining peace of metal.

Drifting aimlessly, it's surface torn and gleaming. It reminded Phal of the Asteroid, drifting, alone holding the last remnants of the Human race.

Suddenly his comm buzzed, "Phal Redrickson! Where are you!" Boomed a gravely voice. Uncle DaWnish. Aka his boss.

Phal buzzed back "Coming Uncle" he said. He released the button and his door slid open.

He walked down into the corridor, hundreds of doors on multi tiered levels that were built in so that the maximum space was used. Phal locked the door and walked down the rocky corridor.

The air had not yet been recycled so it was a bit musty. Nigy Chun was also getting out of his Compartment, "Hey Phal how's it going!" He smiled. Nigy was 10, he was was one of the last Asians in the Asteroid. He also was a great cook.

"Sorry Nigy but I have to get going!" Phal said sadly. "Boss Wnishy getting on your case!" He smiled his toothy smile and slapped Phal on the back.

Phal smiled to, Nigy was a real friend, he made Phal smile and laugh.

At the end of the corridor he stepped into the elevator and pressed the number 45, the elevator dinged and was off. The Asteroid had 100 levels in all ways, north, south, east and left. Hover Trolleys sold food on all levels.

Phal,was going to Sector 45 on Level 26 North Quadrant. Time passed and people got on and off, Phal stayed on.

Finally he got to his destination and stepped out. People bustled about getting grav veg and grav fruit. Phal worked in a Tec Repair shop.

Phal walked towards the shop, dirt caked his shoes, he must have looked like a dirty child. He hated being seen like this. People looked at him, thinking that 'My god! People are still having filthy children!'.

Phal may have been 6 but he was conscious about the way things were. People expected children to grow up fast so that they could work and contribute to the survival of others.

That was a lie , they just wanted more people to contribute to the rich! Suddenly a hulking figure stopped his daydreaming "Phal! You are late!" Said Uncle DaWnish. His face was grimy and black with soot.

He was 7 feet tall and had an attitude, he had no hair and and burly lamb chops. He was truly what Phal called a man.

"S..Sorry Uncle!" Phal stuttered, "I was daydreaming again." He looked down to his dirty shoes. DaWnish looked at his nephew, "Boy, it's time I told you something." He put his giant hand on his small shoulder.

He took Phal into the shop and sat him down, "Phal, your father, my brother was a thinker. Just like you, but he thought to much. Then the Sovereign found out they attacked the Poor Sectors and killed everyone. Then they blew off the chunk of rock that held them." Uncle DaWnish finished. "So they don't want me to think?" Sniffled Phal. "No, it's not that they only want you to think enough to satisfy the needs of others. They want you to conform, they won't allow disorder." Uncle DaWnish answered.

That disturbed Phal, what imagination? What about the Old Values.

The rest of the day Phal continued to tinker and construct the normal devices.

Phal began to pre pare to go home, but suddenly a group of people ran down the street. Yelling rebellious words. "Phal come here now !" Said his Uncle. At that moment a massive uproar could be heard.

Suddenly sirens sounded, "Phal! now!" His uncle yelled. Gunshots and yells rang through the halls. His eyes widened, a man. His body torn in half was flung across the street, blood and assorted entrails flung everywhere. Blood splattered Phals face. His uncle rushed over and picked him up. He ran with him towards the elevator, sirens wailing. Screaming and horror spread, and Phal saw the entropy, the death, his own kind killing each other.

He decided to save these savages, any way possible.

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End Part 1