Chapter I, When Heavens Scream
"Ever heard of the rumor that when the heavens scream, an angel dies?"
Not this old tale again. Jim sighed, and looked over at his friend John. This was the second billion time he had heard of the legend of Raazar Han, of the Battle with the Dark Tyrant Ezrac, and of the legendary king, Zakaris. Jim could remember he had loved that old story, one that was told over and over at the Academy, but after 230 times. you tend to get sick of it.
"Yes, John." Jim said, pouring old John another glass of ale. "About twelve billion times." "It's a bunch of dogma it is!" Someone from one of the far-off tables screeched. Jim rolled his eyes. What would you expect from an inter- galactic pub like the Dead Victoria? Taking a sip of his own ale, Jim sat down to study the coordinates again. Everything needed to be perfect for their departure.
"How long 'till we leave?" Jim asked his companion,
The Dead Victoria was not the cleanest and sanitary pub in all of Lagoon Nebula. It smelled of meals that had not agreed with their owners, and other unpleasant smells not meant for the human nose. The lighting was so dim that Jim and John could barely see each other, much less their drinks. There were so many crashes and fights inside, no one even bothered to pick up the dead, the drunk, and the mutilated, corpses lined the floor, and the boards below were stained crimson red. But still many creatures came to this forsaken and disgusting pigsty, just because of the Bloody Rums they sold, the only place this side of the universe.
Suddenly, an all-around bar-fight began, and John dragged a reluctant Jim out of the Dead Victoria, and into the sun, as crashing, yells, and the clanging of weapons was heard from inside..
John Akis was a tall, handsome man of around his early thirties, with shaggy hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a smooth voice that could charm many people who would wish him ill-will. Jim had met this scally-wag on a fishing-boat south of Cresentia where John pulled him out of a tight fix. John was a master spacer, and could do almost everything. He almost reminded Jim of.
"Twenty BILLION souls in this universe." a voice said, behind them. "And none of them are like yours, Cawdor Akis. Or should I say, CAPTAIN JOHN Akis." "It's good to see you again," John said, quietly. "Drucanis."
"Ever heard of the rumor that when the heavens scream, an angel dies?"
Not this old tale again. Jim sighed, and looked over at his friend John. This was the second billion time he had heard of the legend of Raazar Han, of the Battle with the Dark Tyrant Ezrac, and of the legendary king, Zakaris. Jim could remember he had loved that old story, one that was told over and over at the Academy, but after 230 times. you tend to get sick of it.
"Yes, John." Jim said, pouring old John another glass of ale. "About twelve billion times." "It's a bunch of dogma it is!" Someone from one of the far-off tables screeched. Jim rolled his eyes. What would you expect from an inter- galactic pub like the Dead Victoria? Taking a sip of his own ale, Jim sat down to study the coordinates again. Everything needed to be perfect for their departure.
"How long 'till we leave?" Jim asked his companion,
The Dead Victoria was not the cleanest and sanitary pub in all of Lagoon Nebula. It smelled of meals that had not agreed with their owners, and other unpleasant smells not meant for the human nose. The lighting was so dim that Jim and John could barely see each other, much less their drinks. There were so many crashes and fights inside, no one even bothered to pick up the dead, the drunk, and the mutilated, corpses lined the floor, and the boards below were stained crimson red. But still many creatures came to this forsaken and disgusting pigsty, just because of the Bloody Rums they sold, the only place this side of the universe.
Suddenly, an all-around bar-fight began, and John dragged a reluctant Jim out of the Dead Victoria, and into the sun, as crashing, yells, and the clanging of weapons was heard from inside..
John Akis was a tall, handsome man of around his early thirties, with shaggy hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a smooth voice that could charm many people who would wish him ill-will. Jim had met this scally-wag on a fishing-boat south of Cresentia where John pulled him out of a tight fix. John was a master spacer, and could do almost everything. He almost reminded Jim of.
"Twenty BILLION souls in this universe." a voice said, behind them. "And none of them are like yours, Cawdor Akis. Or should I say, CAPTAIN JOHN Akis." "It's good to see you again," John said, quietly. "Drucanis."