Geometry Dash: Meltdown- The Seven Seas

by MortalRobot

In the futuristic city of Galvanic Central, Icons are warriors sworn to protect the lives of their people, the Programs.- A darkness has been spreading, becoming known to the unknowing. Icon Trinity and Icon Trigonometry are sent to retrieve Programs that have been taken deep into the distant seas as prisoners. The treacherous Seven Seas, where no Program or Icon has ever survive

1. Chapter 1

Geometry Dash Meltdown

Mini Series

The Seven Seas

Characters

Trinity

Trig (Trigonometry)

Monsters

Bytes (Terabytes)

Mega Bytes

Giga Dragons

Main Elements

(People) Programs

(Warriors) The Icons

Places

Galvanic Central

The Seven Seas

Chapter One

"Icon Trinity, Mission summons. Report to Information Site on the west section landing pad. Colors: Blue and Pink. Rank: 1Star. Accompanied by fellow Icon."

I am an Icon, one of the group of warriors that is sworn to protect Galvanic Central, the great city, and all Programs in between.

The dazzling lights of Galvanic Central zoom by underneath me as I fly my Air Ship over the highest of high rises, small pinkish sparks shot out the thrusters as I accelerate on the controls, adrenaline making me gasp as my Air Ship clears the spire and plummets gracefully down the other side of the high rise.

I see my reflection in one of the thousands of windows that blur by, waving at any Programs that might be inside watching. I might be too fast for anyone to see me, protocol in a Mission is too report to Information Site as quickly as possible, but I smile anyways at the pink haired blue helmeted girl that flashes by in her Air Ship. I imagine the gasps of Programs as I navigate the course of buildings, the blast of air and sparks that hit the glass windows as I make a tight turn. If it's out of wonder or fear I do not know, but hope that they too wish to fly.

"Approaching Icon Trinity, prepare to engage land sequence of Air Ship." The voice says inside my helmet, so clear I glance to the side to see if someone's sitting on the wing of my Air Ship next to me. I press the small transmitter button on the side of my helmet. "Preparing to land. Maximizing speed to low power," I say leaning slightly out over the side of my Air Ship to see the glowing landing pad below me. I glide down next to a second Air Ship, this one green and blue, my thrusters humming gently then silent as I land.

Another Icon walks toward me, due to the helmet still on his head I assume he has just arrived as well. He wears a blue and green armor suite, his colors identical to that of his ship, and even before he pulls the helmet off and the plume of huge dark blue hair sticks out, I smile.

"Trigonometry," I leap out of my Air Ship and salute him, smiling as the blue hair spreads over his head. He runs a hand threw it, perhaps trying to smooth it down but failing, and returns the smile.

"I was wondering if that pink and blue blur hurtling threw Galvanic Central was you. You almost beat me," he brushes off the top of his helmet, "Almost."

I laugh, as only Trig can make anyone laugh, and walk with him over to the Information Site, a round hovering circle with a lowercase 'i' hovering on the landing pad. This is where we would receive our Mission.

Trig tapped the circle and it glowed white for a second before disappearing into chunky pixels that reformed into a perfect blue square. We step back and wait for orders.

A voice, strangely mixed between male and female, emanates from the floating square, "Mission. . . The Seven Seas. Programs have been taken captive by rogue Glitches on the edge of the boarder lands. Programs were loaded onto unregistered cargo vessels with no known destination, it could not be tracked by our technology. Icon Trinity and Icon Trigonometry were chosen for this Mission to travel across the Seven Seas and retrieve these stolen Programs. Destination is unknown, only limited coordinates will guide your Air Ships through the uncharted Seven Seas," the square paused as if considering its final words, "Beware the Bytes."

The square flickered, then once again returned to the hovering 'i'.

A silent dread hovered over our heads, Trig's gulp audible.

I had never been to, or seen the Seven Seas before, but I had heard tales. It had been once traveled by many Programs and Icons alike, but some dark hunger had settled there, releasing the Bytes, huge black creatures with long sharp fangs and white glowing eyes. These creatures had driven away the known making the Seven Seas a perilous journey, dark waters untouched.

Trig put a hand on my shoulder, and I nodded.

"We are Icons, defenders and protectors of Galvanic Central," I put my helmet on with grim determination, "No Programs will suffer the jaws of injustice today, tomorrow, or ever."

I put my gloved fist up in the air, Trig placing his against mine. Together we shout, "At first you don't succeed, try try again!" We bring our fist down and pump them into the air.

As we walk toward our Air Ships, Trig jams his helmet over his hair and says, "Seven Seas, prepare to get your butt whooped."