Aliens are real and now a group of people is thrust into the spotlight in order to save planet Earth from an emminent alien threat that could destroy all life on Earth as they know and love.
Luckily, these wouldbe heroes are not normal. They are M...
It matters not how strait the gate, How charge with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
______ ______________ \The Captain/
The captain sat alone in his bedroom, sighing and sweating. The scars all over his body, previously well concealed by makeup, started to show...
Earlier, for once in a long time, he had decided to get a much needed rest. In place of his sleep return the dreams.. the 'recollections'.
Normally, they would be reflections of the past. Memories assorted about that vaguely made sense. It was often difficult for the Captain to decide if these dreams even happened any more. So much blood was shed; the pain that followed was relentless.
However, this dream would prove to be different. Different is never good.
The captain found himself alone aboard Base1. Sirens are sounding all around, no agents remained onboard, and the M.O.D.S. are nowhere to be seen.
It is assumed that they all left the enormous space vessel, for the mighty has now fallen.
He stared at the hundreds of screens of the bridge, all showing live feed of a moon-sized object hurtling toward the Earth, the poor planet's destruction seemingly inevitable.
"I know what I have to do.. for everyone." Cap found himself saying. A sharp blade is pressed against his throat, the sadistic smile of half machine, half person with white hair in full view.
"Do you now?" The white haired cyborg responded with a mixture of an electronic hiss and a child's voice. "Yes." The captain responded calmly. "You've finally found a way to outdo my foresight, and now you're here to finish what you've failed to do 600 years ago.."
"How did you know?" The cyborg asks, unblinking but nonetheless curious. "Saw this in a dream, believe it or not." Cap responds. "Right now, I'm watching myself in my own dream. And I'm wondering how this will end. I'm curious too, will the next me break this cycle?"
"What? What does that even mean!? You can still use the ability!? NOW!? I GOT RID OF IT I COMPLETELY DESTROYED YOU! I WRECKED YOUR FUTURE!"
The Captain simply smiles as the blade is pressed further against his throat, drawing substantial amounts of blood in a matter of seconds. Still, this strong willed man smiled as his hand reached for a console in front of him. Before he could tap a button, the rage filled cyborg's second blade came across his hand in the blink of an eye.
He laughs despite the pain. This is new, dying with no chances of ever coming back again. And yet, he is fine with his fate.
"I miss you Yukine.. you were a good girl, compared to who created you." Cap says. His severed hand flies across the room, landing on a nearby console, the actual place he wanted to reach.
Cap had planned this, seen this happen to him knowing that the white haired cyborg would never understand his logic. Before the cyborg had realized what had happened, it was all too late. She screeched in anger.. her only source of release being the absolute decapitation of the Captain, his head freed of his neck in a matter of seconds.
Seconds before said decapitation, the Captain mouthed out "The.. will.. lies.. in.. you." Base1 shifts into overdrive, its enormous, quaking hull launching forward into the moon sized object.
Kaboom. ___ That wasn't just a dream or recollection, but a vision. One that now has Cap afraid of what's ahead.. that's a whole two years of time ahead! Or is it really?
Eh.. he'll talk to Erin about the dream later. For now, he has a day to get ready for. A group of teens and nearly teens are about to be very pissed off at him. How fun. __________________________________
Today is the official very first day aboard Base1. Good morning, the current time is 6AM base time. It is time to train.
Left in everyone's rooms are full gray sweatsuits.
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Attached to said sweat suits are notes that all read the same thing:
"Good morning kiddos! Welcome to your very first official day aboard Base1. Starting today, every day, you are required to wear this outfit and report to the training room for training 3 hours a day for the next month. That is, for an hour before breakfast, for an hour after lunch, and for an hour after dinner. Tardiness will not be tolerated! Every person that is late = an extra 30 minutes of training! You have 30 minutes to get dressed, your daily schedules will be explained soon! Have a wonderful morning!" __ If the maths were done correctly and everyone is punctual for the rest of the 30 days, that is 90 solid hours of training for the first month. Whether you hate the note or the person that had it laminated and neatly placed on the revolting clothing, you knew that you were getting yourself into something the moment you hopped aboard "the magic School bus."
Let the days of Space School begin! __________________________________ (For reference, stubborn peeps will have to wear this sauna suit every day. It would be wise to stay on best behavior.)
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(^for reference, may change)
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