Chapter 1 has nothing to do with Bleach; the next one however, will.
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Chapter 1: Darkness Approaches.
Boots thumped steadily against the soft ground below; the sound echoing throughout the entire landscape. The entity to which the footwear belonged to, looked to be covered entirely in battle armor. Spikes protruded from the soles; the texture underneath, was of a rough persuasion, made for the rough terrain the figure was walking upon.
The ground upon which was being walked upon, came to be of a Blood Red like color; some would dare to say the man had indeed, killed someone. However, in this plane of existence, he had killed no one; the grass was at it's normal coloring at this time of year. The stranger's legs stretched forward, continuing the long trek towards his next destination. Leggings adorned the creature's leg-like limbs; the color accompanying the armor was of a certain Dark Blueish like hue.
The individuals arms were held up, as if holding a weapon; and indeed, they were. A gun, of sorts; a two handed rifle from the looks of it. Yet, there was a certain..quality, that made one think it was much different. However, the only thing different, was the barrel; everything else, the Magazine, etc, was identical to the two handed rifle. But the barrel was larger, by a few inches; inside of it, one would normally see nothing but darkness; however, in this case, was four metallic like pieces fixed inside of it; connecting these four together, was a circle piece, with claw-like objects pointing towards one another, each parallel.
Both of the mysterious beings arms moved, along with it the rifle; the left arm was fitted with gauntlets; these gauntlets looked to be almost medieval, as their design looked. Spikes protruded from the knuckle area, and the elbow area. Furthermore, the gauntlet looked almost attached to the shoulder piece; three more spikes came from the shoulder piece, jolting up in the air, only one foot in height. The other arm had no gauntlet, or shoulder piece; instead, it was pure flesh, covered up by nothing. The flesh itself was colored a steel like black; the shoulder was tense, somewhat, while the bone like digits curled around the weapons barrel, holding it upright; the other hand clenched the fingers around the clip area. The index finger was held near the trigger button.
The chest area was covered by a breast-like plate, colored dark blue with weird symbols colored in blood red directly in the middle; on it, was the figure of an Eagle like creature, with wingspan the size of two football fields; all artistically drawn on the chest piece. The back piece covered the whole area behind his chest; headgear was also present; it was Dark blue in color, as was the rest of the gear. And it covered the beings face completely. The eyes were replaced with a visor, light blue in color.
A beeping sound emitted from the visor; the body shifted now, one foot planted parallel to the other. The gun was then raised into the air, aiming towards the intruder. But then it was lowered, and the intruder's own gear made it recognizable. "Illiad!" The running figure shouted out, skidding to an abrupt stop; "Drak'lak requests an audience with you, and Squad 472, along with my Squad."
Illiad nodded to the request, then pushed a button located beneath the gun's trigger circle, and slowly, the gun itself remodeled into a smaller, pistol like version of itself; then remodeled once more into a ring. The figure then pushed said ring on the exposed metallic like flesh, and it suddenly merged with it, as if nothing ever happened. Then, the hands took a hold of the helmet and lifted it off. Once it was fully free, the one known as Illiad spoke. "Drak'lak you say? He's never called us in unless it was a dire emergency. Last time it was about the War with the Grack'lacks, and how we should go about defeating them. Who knows what it's about this time?" The beings voice was male; and his face looked that of a white and pale face, with two dark red eyes; the skin looked like a humans, but instead of being tan, it was the ghostly white; and the hair flowed down the back area, stopping at his waist, the color of it being black, with a bit of black highlights. The voice sounded concerned with each word thrown out.
"Illiad, my friend, you've grown from a brat, into a...well..." The other being gazed towards his buddy, at a loss for words. Illiad chipped in, his voice as angry as a boar's. "Say another word about how I've always looked like a girl, and you'll be dead." It wasn't meant seriously, but it still made the other man cower.
"We should get going, however.." The man spoke, addressing their current stations.
"Hmn...You may be correct, Drevin." Illiad nodded to his statement, agreeing with the second man, now known as Drevin.
"Lead the way..Ms. Illiad." At Illiad's glare, Drevin quieted down, his shoulders shrugging. Illiad stowed both his dignity and pride away, continuing to trek forward, Drevin following behind. Both were clad in the same type of armor, with only one difference; Drevin had two gauntlets, and Illiad had only one.
Silence existed in between them as they strolled forward; twenty minutes passing them by. Soon sixty minutes passed. Then one-hundred minutes. Red glowing eyes caught the glimpse of a house; it's rooftops were covered in what appeared to be, black hay; the rest of it were made of a texture they liked to call 'Dragon Scale's.' The texture was rough, and extremely durable; it's one weakness was physical contact with anything larger than a boulder. Soon, the duo would see more and more of these houses, each with different designs, and colors; the many inhabitants stayed inside, for the most part.
Soon, they spotted a familiar landmark that stood in the middle; it was a huge building that looked like a Palace; it was gray in color, and it reached what looked like five-hundred feet into the air. The doors were painted a Pitch black color, and four towers stood surrounding it; each with a person clad in specifically designed armor, pitch black in color, with a type of gun in their hand; with excellent sight, these men were the look outs. The Kel-Dora's eyes. Upon arriving at the wide doors, the duo met with ten more men awaiting them; plastered on each members chest were the numbers of their squad; the metallic looking letters on the first five stood out as '472.'. Illiad's Squad.
"Illiad! Over here! Here here here! Yoohoo!" One of the members jumped up and down, waving about. Mentally, Illiad pictured murdering this member; The voice sounded that of a female's underneath, the being was a male; the most annoying Squad Member of all time. His name; Leks. Drevin looked over, grinning sheepishly though it didn't show from his visor. Illiad merely glared at Leks, and looked back towards Drevin;
"Would you care to trade Leks for Bak'kal?" Drevin shook his head frantically. "Hell no! Leks is as bad as it gets; plus Bak'kal is the quietest member we-" Illiad cut him off. "Precisely." Drevin chuckled at this, then addressed his squad, number 398, leaving Illiad to fend for himself.
"Quiet down Leks...Now, let's go inside and see what Drak'lak wants us for." Extending a finger forward, the group went towards the doors, and awaited; Drevin's squad soon joined them; out of the blue, a booming voice shouted towards the Squads entering. "What purpose do you have here, Squad 398 and Squad 472?"
"We are scheduled for a meeting with Drak'lak." Both spoke in unison; the voice didn't respond, and then the doors swung open. The twelve men walked forward; A man clothed in a Gray robe, with dark blue hair, and emerald eyes addressed the group.
"Your orders are this; go through the Gate of Oblivion (No, not Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.) and invade Planet Earth. Your objective is to bring back 50 Earthlings, and put them in specialized restraints. Then you will be to place one in each of our chambers; only the female one's. Then two female, and two male's go to the Science Laboratory. The rest can go to the wealthy; and if you have left overs...send them in capsules to Planet Meck'tak. Your mission will start tomorrow. Dismissed."
"Yes, sir." Both squads responded, then left in an orderly fashion; Leks however, skipped out the door, and Drak'lak's left eye began to twitch; even he hated Leks, it seemed...
"Well.." Drevin began, his squad departing the halls, which were lined with many chairs and benches, and heading for their homes.
"Yes?" Illiad's squad, too, left and headed for their respective homes.
"Nothing. See you tomorrow at the Gate, Illiad." He spoke, before heading towards his own home, devoid of a door. He walked through it, and it rolled away, letting the male in and closed, as if expecting his return; Illiad nodded as well and went for his home; it was much different from all others, his and Drevin's. Both were three stories high, with windows, but no doors; all others were one story high, but had no doors and one window. In each story was several rooms; one for dining, one for sleeping, one for bathing, etc...While others had a Kitchen, a dining room, and a Bathroom, usually; with a living room and Bedroom. Houses that were three stories also had Stairs, and Elevator's.
And so, with a sigh, Illiad went into his home, then journeyed to his bedroom. The door spread open, allowing him in; and with that, his body flopped on the bed. The material then shifted to his weight, to best comfort him, and finally wrapped around his form as a cover; the armor he adorned was no longer on him, as the sheets 'absorbed' it and then neatly placed it on the side. And with that, he closed his eyes and slept peacefully, wondering what tomorrow would bring.