It's my first story submitted to fanfiction.
Feel free to post constructive criticism, just don't bash me please x3
I was inspired to write something my self, after having read Bookwrm389 's fantastic piece of work called "Crossed Paths" which I strongly suggest you check out
if you want a good time with some reading. ^_^
Hidden War
-Chapter.1-
The trickling from the hot spring dispensing a steady stream into the otherwise still water pond, was the only sound to bounce off the dome shaped throne room's walls. Giving the atmosphere a soothing feel of tranquility, as the sun baked down upon the smooth rock surface which made up the floor between the lift and the throne it self. Upon it sat an elder man with his gleeful child in his lap. His embrace laid upon the child, was a powerful and loving one. As he'd tell tales of great bravery, danger, and mystique.
A tale which would not soon be forgotten, and yet. A tale which would never be told by any other man.
Sig leaned upon the thick stone border, surrounding the close quarter combat training grounds in the dim lit basement of the blood works. Eyeing two new fiesty wastelander candidates, going at it. Sparring roughly with a pair of thick reed pipes, praciticing the raw basics of wastelander close quarter combat. They'd lock aggressively with the staffs, each trying to overpower the other. Taking rough hard swings at each other, that would make any mans hands go numb in the process of blocking it.
Eventually the bigger tan teenager with a set of long silvery dreadlocks, overwhelmed his adversary with a hard blow from the butt of the staff to his sparring partners Lower Torso. Winded him, and sent him staggering off the balance beam, set up in the middle of the small arena. Landing roughly on his back, writhing a bit. The victorious teen proceeded to pull the mask which was part of their protective gear, off. Staring down the boy on the floor.
"Hmph, no sweat." He walked over to Sig, who calmly looked at the other teen. Who slowly climbed to his knee's, before finally standing up straight. Rubbing his abdomen a for a brief moment, pulling his own mask off, allowing his thick mane of blonde, green tinted hair fall to a good shoulder length.
"You cheated Nate ! You always cheat, striking me before I can re-adjust my helmet. You know it's too big, it's not fair when I can't see you..." He'd grumble a bit, hunching over to plant his hands on his thighs. Eyeing Sig who took no part in the conversation.
"Well you see Tristan, if you spent half as much time training, as you spend on crying...Like a little girl. Staying on that balance beam wouldn't be such a problem. If the helmets too big for you, that too bad. Work around it, you don't honestly think Metal Heads or a Marauders gonna go time out, because you're about to drop your pants do you?" Nate gave Sig a somewhat brief, mock salute. And in turn as his response he gave his trademark cheeky smirk, turning towards Tristan.
"What's the world comin' to... I remember the fine days, when youngsters were fiesty 'Chilly-Peppers'. Now y'all just jibber jabbering snips. Stop complainin', man up and show some discipline. Then you can worry about them brute capabilities later on. Baggin' them bad boys, rolling with your trophies ain't all bein' a wastelander's about. Before you worry about takin' anythin' out and provin' your selves, worry about bestin' -your selves-"
The older armour clad man would place a thick, strong index finger on Nate's chest. Giving him a rough, playful poke. Nearly making the teen stumble.
"Remember that Cherries"
Smog and pollution from various hover-crafts spread through out Haven as always. The busy streets, swarming with people. Vehicles filling the skies, casting shadows upon the concrete below.
A familiar and all too often heard alarm would be set off, and a couple of KG hellcat cruisers would gracefully and swiftly pass through large masses of traffic, while a ground patrol persued their 'suspect'.
Panting lightly, wheezing as she ran into a narrow ally. Closely followed by two guards of the re-established Krimzon Guard. Zeyda tipped a set of trashcan's over, stalling the guards on her tail. She'd vault a small fence in her way, still persued by a guard who'd been lucky enough to avoid the trashcans. With great precision, the young girl leapt up on a small crate, proceeding up onto a container, with a fire escape just abover her. She'd eye the Guard, slowly gaining on her. Testingly jumping to attempt grabbing the ladder just out of her reach. Not wasting a minute on making another attempt, she'd eye the wall ahead of her. Backing up two steps, taking a running start. Leaping onto the wall, rebounding. Catching onto the ladder, which would jerk and descend with her. The Guard had by now caught up with her, grabbing onto her ankle. She kicked violently with her leg a couple of times. Getting a good shot in the guards face, which sent him onto his back. Quickly shaking the dizzyness off he got up, following her up onto the fire escape. Slowly cornering her, he'd approach her in hopes of having finally caught her. Much to his dismay, she jumped up on the fire escapes railing. Leaping for a fragile street lamp, which gave into her weight and broke off the wall it was mounted on. Sending her into a flailing descent, where she'd painfully land on the hood of an old rusty Hover-Craft.
After a brief moment of silence Zeyda got up on her elbows to look around. An all too familiar figure stood in front of her, holding in his hand the purse she'd stolen from the elder woman on the streets. It was the Commander Torn him self, with his mocking smirk as always. Lightly bouncing the wallet in his hand.
"Zeyda Thani... Aren't you getting a little too old for these small time thefts... You really gotta get out of that 'club'... They aren't doing anything but abusing you Kiddo." His expression became a little more stern, as he'd stare down the teenager, who'd be more fit to be called a child. She'd appear to be no more than Ten while she was nearly nearing her fifteen years.
She got up from the Hover Craft with a light groan, reaching for the purse. Only to be denied her catch, as the Commander raised his hand, keeping the purse just out of reach.
"You know I've got nothing else...Why can't you just leave me alone, and let me do what I want" She'd frown, pouting like a bitter little girl.
"Because that's not how the system works... Crime isn't the way to go, regardless of your position in society... We've been through this over and over again. There's plenty you could do to, gain and at the same time selflessly aid society... You're just being a sulking egotistical child...Self centered with a lack of discipline... You'd think with all the times we've brought you into the arrest, you would have grown wiser... You're nearly nearing your fifteen years, and you're gonna end up in the prison Zeyda... Trust me. You don't want that"
His raspy voice sent shivers down her spine and made her skin crawl. She'd never been able to fight it off before, it came naturally for Torn. It's the effect he had on people, regardless of who it was.
"C'mon... Jump in" He jabbed a thumb backwards in the direction of his parked Cruiser, and without questioning him, she'd hop in. It had become a routine for her, after the first time she was taken into the arrest.
The first night she spent in a seemingly lonely cell, had awkwardly turned into a situation. Where she'd be faced with her demons in a rather serene way. As the only man capable of getting to her approached her for the first time. He spent the entire night talking with her ,till the early morning when she was let out, none the wiser...And yet. She couldn't deny the fact she thought twice before she did something in the city... It never hindered her however.
As they sped through the city, he'd look her up and down, inspecting her with a slight hint of worry.
"You took quite a fall... You alright?" He stared back on the traffic ahead of them.
"I'm fine..." She bit her lower lip in thought, pulling her beanie off. Letting her auburn short but thick scruffy hair fall over her eyes.
"You've been giving my men quite the work out as of lately you know. I'm pretty disappointed, that a kid like your self can elude their grasp time and time again. I always end up having to move out to do their dirty work" He'd give a grunt of amusment shaking his head. "Quite the monkey"
"Oh shut up" She couldn't help but snicker her self as they made their way to the Arrest, parking the hover craft outside. Making their way inside for another late night conversation...