A Fight of Flux

by MissDHope

A Galaxy in ruin, run by a Society that leaves people to suffer and die. Flux a power once freely used by everyone is now only seen in Nobility, yet the legends say that it's not gone from the ordinary people. The rumours are growing, they say their is a survivor. They say this Survivor will be the one to change things and save the Galaxy and its people. But he cannot do it alone.

1. Prologue

A Fight of Flux

Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football or its characters. I claim no ownership of them as these writings are purely for my enjoyment and hopefully the enjoyment of those who chose to read this.

Hello there. This is my first fanfic in a long time. Too long some might say.

Prologue

The snow fell. It hardly ever stopped falling these days. The flux explosion on this planet had caused the weather to shift to be unrecognisable from what it once was. The flux wars had devastated the galaxy leaving it in ruin but those who had survived had begun to pick up the pieces of their tattered lives and put them back together. It was while this was happening that the Flux society had taken over. What they had promised was to restore peace to the galaxy. What had happened was that once they had taken control they changed the galaxy into something even more unrecognisable than it had been before. A class division had been formed, those who had helped the ascension of the Flux society were made into nobility, and the rest were left to suffer. The people who were not nobility had been practically enslaved, forced to work in mills and factories till their bones ached to the point that they could not bring themselves to wake up in the morning. Not that the managers of these places worried if one of their workers died, there was always another desperate person waiting to take the empty place for long hours and a pitiful pay. Anything to get by. The morale of these people was crushed beyond belief to the point where they thought nothing would ever get better for them. This is what the Flux society had hoped for of course. The people were so beaten down they would never get up again. Although there were still pockets of rebellion around the galaxy this was treated more are an annoyance rather than any kind of serious threat. The Flux Society didn't feel threatened at all, it was all powerful and controlled everything, and no simple uprising would be enough to topple them. Anyway the rebellions were simple rabbles that were easily destroyed by the army of Flux soldiers that were kept on standby for such things. Yet no matter how many times the rebellions were stamped on they kept coming back. While the rebellions were not seen as a threat they did show that the power of the Flux Society was not absolute, this gave the people hope.

At the other end of the scale was the nobility. Those who had supported and aided the rise of the Flux Society knowing what would happen. They were rewarded greatly as the nobles were the only people who still had flux, or at least were able to use it. The legends still spoke of the time where everyone could use Flux, although this seemed to have been lost, yet there were still whispers around the galaxy that the talent had not been lost to the ordinary people, just buried under years of oppression. It was a nice thought if nothing else. The nobility had great houses protected by fortified walls and guards that could use flux. This was to keep them safe from robberies from criminal gangs and those desperate enough to try to rob a great house. Their lives were lives of grand balls and parties and alliances between houses. Money at the core of everything. These people did not have the worries, or so it seemed. House wars did happen, tensions were never far below the surface as each house pushed for a higher political position and therefore more power. The children were raised to think only of power and money and so each generation was more bloodthirsty than the last, nothing was too great a price for power. Assassinations between houses were increasingly popular as well as leaving behind little trinkets pointing to a different house to give the impression they were behind the assassination.

While the normal working people were dying a slow death, being worked into the ground and the Nobility played political games with each other, another group had emerged. These were ordinary people who had found other ways to survive. Thieving and scamming the nobility. These crews made up the underground network, scamming and thieving and providing help for the rebellions. This was the reason the rebellions could never be crushed, they help they received from these crews kept them going to ever be an annoyance to the Flux Society. Those who were caught aiding the rebellions or defying the Flux Society in any way were either executed or sent to the mines, which was a death sentence anyway, just drawn out to increase the suffering. Only the worst offenders were sent to these mines and the Flux Society took great pleasure in sending them there. It showed their power and it showed they would never be beaten.

They were wrong to think this. Whispers around the galaxy spoke of a survivor of the mines. The Survivor. The one who would change everything.

Well this is the start of what I hope will be a good fic for you guys. A comment wouldn't go amiss here, just to give me some incentive to work. Hint Hint.