Takaishi: Woo! Okay...my first fic! Go me...go me...dances

Ryu: What is your problem!?

Takaishi: I have no problem...

Ryu: You are in complete denial. --;

Takaishi: Here's the first chapter guys! I hope you like it!...and by the way if you want to get a profile on my character 246(which is who this story is about...just remember that his name will change) then go to my user page and check it out there. Enjoy!

i Planet of Obelisk, 12:45 p.m. /i

Silvery-blue eyes scanned the battle field down below...it was a horrible sight. The Obeliskans were now at the mercy of the Shadowers, with only a few men left cowering under the sharp claws that protruded from these monsters' arms. Almost all were dead...bodies were everywhere. The eyes narrowed with anger and pain as the Shadowers moved in for the men who were left shaking on the ground, their comrades now unable to save them.

Chakei, an eighteen year-old alien, stared out of his window. His silvery-blue eyes were brimming with tears of malice and hatred toward these Shadows. His life was being destroyed before him...his home, his family, his friends...they were going down one by one...and he would go down too, but not without a fight. A grumble escaped his lips as he smashed his fist on the window sill, making a dent in the chrome.

"I need to get out of here..." He muttered to himself as he turned from the foggy window towards the inside of his room. The walls were sheer white, and the floors were solid black, with everything else plain and simple. He didn't like many things in his room, it only made less space for him to wander around. His claws clicked on the cold floor as he grabbed what was necessary for surviving for a few days on his own until he could find somewhere to stay. The war had been going on for several years now, and he was tired of it.

He closed up the suitcase he had been packing up, and headed for his door. Beside it was a small panel with glowing numbers on it, which was in his alien language. His face twisted in thought as he slowly pressed one number at a time, making sure he got it right so the alarm wouldn't sound. As he pressed enter, the door slid open to reveal a long white hall with doors identical to all the others. His eyes wandered back and forth as he looked at each door carefully, mentally saying goodbye to those he came to know and somewhat care about.

He froze...a guard about ten feet tall was guarding the exit. He slowly lifted his hand...and then put it back down. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to knock the door open.

"This is going to be much harder than I thought...this guard would never let me through...of course..." He walked up to the guard, his chest puffed up, and took a deep breath. The guard looked down at him with narrowed eyes, obviously he was not going to let him in.

"I demand that you let me into the king and queens banquet hall! Their son will not be very happy..." Chekei shouted, his claw balled up into a fist. The guards' eyes diverted from one door to another, then back down at him.

"My deepest apologies your highness!" The guard saluted him and moved to the side, turning stiff as a board. Chakei nodded, rather pleased with himself, and opened the door.

The hall was full of younger Obeliskans who could not fight, and a few women that couldn't fight either. Then he saw his mother and father sitting on their thrones at the end of the red rug that went from the door to their feet. He smiled slightly and walked down the run way, nodding to people as he passed.

"Prince Chakei! My beloved son!" The King bellowed happily as he got up off of his throne and hugged his son. Chakei didn't really return it, but had to for his mother was watching. He gently tapped his foot on the ground as his father sat back down on his silver chair.

"Hmm...I wonder how I'm going to do this..." He thought to himself as he smiled at his parents.

"Mother...father...I would like to walk around the castle for a bit. It's not fair that I am stuck in the retched room watching people die!" He stomped his foot indignantly, hoping that that would add a little more emotion and drama to his little act. He knew how to get out of the castle, he just wanted to make sure he could use his parents as a back up.

His parents looked from him, to one another,and back again. The King gently rubbed his chin while the Queen put her palm on her cheek in thought. He looked from one to the other, seeing if there was any sign they would break in and let him go. The King stood up and brushed off his fur coat while walking over to his son.

"If you wish...but promise me and your mother you will not stray too far into the castle." The King pleaded as he put his large hand on Chakei's shoulder. Chakei smiled innocently.

"I promise father...and thankyou!" He yelled as he sprinted across the banquet hall, knocking over a few guests here and there. The King sat down next to his wife as he watched his son run through a door opposite of the one he had entered.

"Do you think he will obey this time?" The Queen asked with a slight hint of worry in her voice. The King shrugged.

"There are too many guards for him to get by. I'm sure he'll be fine." The King reassured his wife with a kiss on the cheek. She smiled slightly and sighed.

As he shut the door behind him, a smirk swept across his face. He had done it! His little act allowed him permission to roam through the castle, and while doing so, he could make his way to escape. As he was nearing the end of the first hall, he saw a guard passing by. His breath caught in his throat as he looks around frantically for a place to hide.

He then saw a door that was half open...it was the janitors closet. He sighed and ran into it, leaving the door the way it was before he had entered. It was eerily dark, but he couldn't complain, because it was the only place to hide. Carefully he watched through the crack in the door as the guard walked by with his big black tail swinging behind him.

"That was close...I'll have to be more careful." He thought as he gently pushed the door open, put it back into its place, and ran off down the hall. He took a right turn and ended up in another hall, but this time this one was black. As he walked slowly he looked at all the doors. They all had alien inscriptions on them, like numbers and letters that were hard to make out.

As he neared the end of the hall, he saw a floor map of the castle in which he was jailed because of the war. A smile broadened on his face as he went to look at it, and noticed he was right in front of the door that led to the escape pods. He tapped the map gently and shook his head.

"That was way too easy." He muttered as he opened the door. There, before him, lay a silver space pod with blue doors. Relieved, he made his way to the pod and opened the door which swung upwards. He lowered his head and climbed in, not really knowing how to control one of these crazy contraptions. Every time he was in a pod, his parents were controlling it, or one of the guards were at the wheel. Either way, he had seen how they operated it, and he could try his best.

He shut the door gently, trying not to make a sound as he pressed the button to start up the engine. A low rumble emitted from the rear of the pod, and then fire started to pour out.

"Here I go!" He said with triumph as he pushed the lever forward and plunged the pod out into space. A sense of freedom and happiness washed over him as he knew that he was now able to escape the war that has for so long plagued his dreams...

Until he looked back and saw the one thing that could easily stand in his way...

Takaishi: How was that for a first chapter?

Ryu: It was kinda long, but please forgive us! It's our first...so please be nice!

Takaishi: Ryu! Let them decide on whether to be nice or not...they should know though that I don't take too well to flames...

Ryu: laughs Ah..that's funny...please review! It would be greatly appreciated!

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