Chapter 1: Prison Break
It was a hot day on Terra Zartacla. All of the prisoners were going out for a morning march to get there exercise for the day. Talons were watching the prisoners very closely. When one of the prisoners in the line, a plane old civilian who had simply spoken out against Cyclonia, in one of there occupied territories, the talon guards started to beat him mercilessly with there staffs. All of the others just watched.
After the morning exercise, the prisoners were marched into the large room that had hundreds of assembly lines and, behind those, about a fifty one-hundred foot long tables, that had two rows of sewing machines. The assembly lines were to made the Cyclonian skimmers. And the tables were where the talon uniforms were going to be sewn together.
The stronger half of the group was put on the assembly line, while the rest of the others were put on the sewing machines. Everyone had a box of supplies needed for the days work. An older man with grayish-white hair, greenish-brown eyes, and peach skin picked up a larger box (marked Johnathon Porter Senior), and headed over to the sewing tables. He was followed by two teen aged boys and a middle aged man.
The first teenage boy had brown hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. The second boy had light brown hair, hazel eyes, and light tan skin. The middle aged man had black hair brown eyes, and peach skin. All of them were wearing the same red and tan prison stripes. Porter Senior set the box at the end of the table that was closest to the door. He opened the box up the minute the assembly lines and sewing machines started to kick into gear.
When he was sure that the talon guards couldn't hear him, Porter Senior opened the box. In it was a layer of coiled tubes of thread. Porter moved the layer and under it were four silenced pistols and a folded piece of paper. The boy with blue eyes took it, unfolded it and read it.
"What's it say Walker?" asked Porter.
Outside the prison, a black Chevy Sedan pulled up to the front courtyard. The driver that got out was about fifteen years old. He had light brown hair, green eyes, and peach skin. He was wearing what looked like some kind of police officer's uniform. When he shut the door, he opened that back seat door on the driver's side. Another boy, about fourteen, also with brown hair, brown eyes, but slightly tanned skin got out. His hands were cuffed in the front. He was wearing a black suite with a white shirt, black vest and tie, all topped off with a black jacket that matched the suite.
The boy that pulled him out of the car had a small visitor's badge that read "Kyle Wilson".
"Come on let's go. I don't want to spend all day here sweating my ass off." ordered Kyle.
"Yeah yeah yeah. I wouldn't want your day to be ruined." said the brown haired boy.
"Shut up Porter." said Kyle, as he started to walk the boy to the front door. As they were entering, the boy carefully looked at the guard posts. There was only one over the main door. "This is gonna be so easy that I may not even have any fun this morning." thought the boy. And the front door opened.
"Walker! What dose the paper say?" asked Porter as he saw handwriting through the paper. The hazel-eyed boy took a look at it and said, "It says, 'You better be in the front lobby in ten minutes. Don't screw around in there."
"Thank you Steven." said Porter. He took a pistol, as did the others, and concealed it. He then said "Alright, there's four guards in the room. We can each take one, but it's going to have to be simultaneous." said Porter. Everyone nodded. "Okay, move out." ordered Porter.
Each walked up to a guard, and disarmed them in their own special way. The black haired man walked up behind his talon, wrapped his arm around the talon's neck and shoved his pistol under the talon's chin.
Porter walked up to another talon's side and smacked him in the face with the butt of the pistol, grabbed the talon's shoulder and put the pistol to the back of his head.
Steven and Walker did the exact same thing. They walked up to the last two talon's sides, just as Porter did, but instead of hitting them right away, Walker and Steven tapped the opposite shoulder, of the side that they were standing on. When the talons looked and found that the other guards were subdued, Walker and Steven wrapped their arms around the guard's necks.
"John. The room is secure." Said the black haired man.
"Thank you for the information Eric." said Porter. They then lined up with their hostages and walked out of the assembly room, and down the hallway to the front lobby.
When Kyle walked in with his prisoner he was greeted by Haymish in the front lobby. There was a barred door and beyond it was the warden, Mr. Moss himself, and another talon guard, sitting at a table, playing a card game.
"What are you supposed to be?" asked Moss.
"I'm a bounty hunter. And I have a prisoner that has been causing quite a bit of trouble for my home terra. His name is Johnathon Porter Junior, and I understand that he just got out of prison." answered Kyle.
"Hey, I know this kid." said the talon. "You were just paroled out of here."
"Was he now?" asked Moss.
"Whooie. You didn't last long John." said Haymish.
"No I didn't. My friends and family call me John. But a son of a bitch like you had better refer to me as Mr. Johnathon Porter." said Johnathon. And with that, he flicked his wrists. When he did that, the handcuffs popped right off of his hands. Johnathon then pulled an AK-47 out of his coat, and hit Haymish square in the face with it. Moss was about to flip the alarm switch before he noticed that Kyle was holding one army shot gun in each of his hands.
"Open this door or I'll bow you both in half." ordered Kyle. Moss did as he was told. At the very moment that the cell door was opened, Porter Senior, Walker, Steven, and Eric all walked into the lobby from assembly.
"You did it son." said Porter Senior as he threw the talon against the wall.
"We sure did dad." said Johnathon, tapping his father's shoulder. He then walked up to the front door, and called Kyle over. Kyle put his shot guns back on his back holsters and walked over to Johnathon.
"Yeah John?" asked Kyle.
"Great performance. Now I need you to walk back to the Sedan. Make it look like nothing's wrong." ordered Johnathon.
"All right." said Kyle slyly. He opened the door and walked back outside. Back in the lobby, the prisoners were changing into the talon uniforms. Eric started mercilessly beating the talon. The talon started to scream loudly.
"UNCLE ERIC !!!!!" screamed Johnathon.
"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Eric.
"Can't you hear the air raid alarm blaring." said Johnathon. At the mere mention of the word "alarm" the whole room fell silent. Sure enough, there was an air raid siren getting louder and louder.
"We have to go now!" said Walker. Steven nodded and Johnathon started to head for the door, along with everyone else. When he got outside, Johnathon heard the air raid siren increase in volume. When everyone else got outside they started to run towards the Sedan. Johnathon could hear Kyle honking the horn over the alarm. From behind him, Johnathon heard a talon scream, "There they are!!!!"
Okay. First chapter of, hopefully, many to come. Please review and tell me what needs improvement.