Trident

Chapter 1: Act 1- Prologue

*Charmian Home-world Himni… twelve years ago…*

(Music for Mood: Arcade – Man of Steel OST)

"Soldiers! After them! Don't let them get away!" The voice of a woman yelled, a hand pointing at the group of people running towards the cliffs. "We can't let them reach the ship!" She barked, watching on as the wave of soldiers around her crashed form behind her, obeying her command as they chased after people fleeing in the woods.

"Commander Apollyon… I know it's not my place…" A henchman beside the woman spoke up, his tone feeble. "But are you sure that we should be using deadly force against them? I mean… they're fellow Charmians… like us."

"They've left us no choice. Letting them go will represent the downfall of our entire species." Princess Apollyon answered determinedly. "Now… do what I ordered," She pointed forward, "After them." She looked further into the woods.

"Brothers and sisters! We must make haste! Do not stop until we've boarded! The future of Charmians depends on us!" A man with white hair bellowed in response. Looking back towards the woods, she saw the distant line of soldiers swiftly edging forward towards their positions. The shuffling of leaves and plants coupled with the panicked screams instilled an urgency for her to run. "Hurry, we're almost at the cliffs!" She urged everyone else around her running towards the same direction, to the cliffs, away from the soldiers. Cradled in his arms was his little bundle of joy, wrapped in white cloth. The man smiled at his baby girl.

"Everything is going to be alright, my dear little Sephie…" The white haired man cooed at the baby child in his arms, a kind smile in his eyes. But that moment was cut short as a person beside him suddenly fell dead, shot in the back. The man snapped back into reality as he kept running for the edge of the forest, and towards the cliffs. All around him, he could feel the bullets' winds near him, whistling past him, or digging themselves into the dirt by his feet, or the people fleeing with him. But the edge of the woods was near, he could see it, the bright pink skyline. He couldn't stop, he couldn't turn back.

"Sentinel Gavreela and Cassiel, lay covering fire, non-lethal only! My daughter must survive, for the sake of the Charmian future."

"Yes sir!" The two warriors beside the man responded almost instantly, turning around and shielding the man, laying down supressing fire from their rifles.

At last, Charmians scattered out from the woods, running for their lives, towards the edge of the cliff where a moderately sized spaceship was hovering at the edge, a bridge laid onto the cliff.

"Everybody, get in!" Two Charmians guards in grey came out of the ship, crying out as they ushered the fleeing Charmians into the boat. "Captain, don't activate the kinetic barrier until we have Lord Mikail and princess Sephie on board. I repeat, do not activate the kinetic barrier until we have Lord Mikail and the princess!" The Charmian guard repeated into his microphone.

"We're taking fire!" The other guard yelled as he retaliated, laying down cover fire with his sidearm, buying time for the Charmians to board.

"I see Lord Mikail! He has princess Sephie!" The other guard announced. The two guards watched as the white haired man and the two sentinels right behind him. "Captain! Prep the engines and the barrier!"

"Gavreela, Cassiel, we've reached safeharbo-"

VVVRRRRRRRRMMMMMM…

As Lord Charmian Mikail came towards the bridge of the ship, a loud and deep hum emanated from the spacecraft before him, and within moments, the spacecraft generated a shield of blue ethereal light. A protective dome around the spaceship. Mikail had just made it into the border of the shield. His sentinels however, weren't so lucky.

"My sentinels!" The Charmian shouted, turning for his two sentinels trapped on the other side of the protective dome.

"Don't worry about us! The spacecraft must leave, now!" Gavreela and Cassiel urged their Lord, banging against the translucent force field. "Go far far away, never stop! Apollyon is coming for your-"

Ffft!

The small sound of bullets whizzed as they pelleted towards the three Charmians' position. Those that hit the kinetic barrier simply disintegrated, protecting the person inside.

The two outside weren't so lucky.

"Gavreela! Cassiel!" Lord Mikail cried out for his fallen sentinels, his compatriots. Damned if he wanted to rush out and help them, but there was no way past the barrier. For he knew what was at stake. The child in his arms wailed as the man comforted her as best he could. The two guards from the bridge of the ship came to his side.

"Lord Mikail!" The voice of a woman from beyond the barrier hollered out, catching his attention.

"Apollyon…" The Charmian uttered, looking dead ahead. The woods and the cliff was now overrunning with Charmian soldiers, with the white haired woman, Apollyon, approaching the kinetic barrier.

"Poor Gavreela… poor Cassiel…they were so loyal…" The Charmian woman stepped over the two dead sentinels, inching her way towards the barrier. "Was all this worth their lives?"

"The dream that we carry, the SURVIVAL of our race!, is worth any price." Mikail countered.

"Charmians must never procreate outside our race, to do so would compromise our superior genetics and pollute our gene pool from which there's no return from." Apollyon warned. "Come to your senses, Lord Mikail. We both want the same thing, to protect our species."

"Our genetics are no different than anyone else's. To put a genetic blocker on every Charmian child to ensure that they only reproduce with other Charmians is cruel and backwards thinking!" Mikail retorted. "We will become a minority race under your leadership! And then eventually wiped out!"

"The pureness of Charmian genes and our abilities need to be protected and kept to ourselves, inter-species procreation is blasphemy!"

"Every Charmian, every child..." Mikail paused and looked at Sephie. "Deserves a choice."

"..." Apollyon glared at the man, and he her. "…We shall see… dear brother." Apollyon sneered.

"Sister."

And with their final words, Mikail and the guards disappeared into the spaceship.

The Charmian soldiers could only watch as the ship pulled out from the cliff and ascended into the skies, breaking the bed of clouds and to the darkness beyond.

"Commander, shall I sent pursuit vehicles?" One henchman behind Apollyon asked.

"…Don't bother. They possess the fastest ship in the fleet, they'll be out of the cluster and our reach within the hour." The Charmian commander replied.

"They want a civil war… they've got it."

(Music for mood: Logan vs. X-24 – Logan OST)

The air was calm and cool, very much like the figure standing in the lonely lonely mansion. The structure of stone stood 3 stories high, its contents old and decrepit. A soft veil of dust seemingly covering every surface. The unsettling breeze outside howled from the windows above, letting in the pale purple hue of light from the outside.

Silence.

"I know you're there!" The caped figure in the centre of the room called out, his long black hair tied to a ponytail behind him. "And I know you're after the treasure of our people!"

"Ooh... Looks like we've got ourselves a smart one...~" A feminine voice crept from above.

"I call first dibs on the old man's bounty." Another spoke, male and old.

The man tiled his head upwards and observed with his crimson eyes. Lo and behold, five hooded figures stood stop of the railings of the third floor, like vultures surrounding a prey. "Unless you lot have something to trade, I'm afraid the five of you have no business. Leave me and my people alone."

"Your kind barely count as 'people' anyways." The female figure quipped from above.

"Four assassins... On a wild hunt for a treasure that you do not understand. Who are your buyers?" The caped man demanded. 'Assassins don't just work together like that... Something's off.'

"Give me what I want," One of the assassins responded. "And I promise I'll let the rest of the settlers live." He finished deviously.

"Don't suppose we can convince you just hand it over?" Yet another asked, a bored tone as he sat on the railings above.

"Don't suppose you can, no." The red eyed man replied quietly. "But!" He then pulled apart the collar of his black tunic open, revealing the ornament hidden underneath. Hanging around his neck was a small pendant of a trident. "You're more than welcome to take it. If you dare~" The man finished with a low tone, his steely crimson gaze narrowing.

"Get him!" The assassin yelled.

In unison, the ring of four hooded assassins descended upon the figure below, their hooded cowls flapping in the air. The first one landed right atop of the man, his sledgehammer above his head ready to strike. But with incredible agility, the caped man spun around in a low stance. And from under his cape, out stretched a tail.

A tail of pure darkness, one which ended in a silver trident tip.

"Aarhh!-" The tail swished in the air and knocked the assassin away and towards the side. The assassin crashes into several dusty boxes before he slammed into the wall, dust flaring. Cracking and glass shattering noises echoed in the large space before the assassin was buried in rubble and falling debris.

With one assassin swiftly dealt with, the tailed figure immediately refocused his attention on the second incoming assassin, who charged at him with daggers raised. The man reached out and grab hold of his wrists, wrestling the attack away.

Realising the opportunity in the deadlock, a third assassin appeared behind him, stretching out a silver garrote in his hands. But sensing the danger, the tailed man head-butted the knife wielding assassin and turned around, letting his tail finish him off with a slice to the throat.

His intuitions were correct however, as the third assassin hastily wrapped the steely strings around his neck, yanking it outwards so that it constricts the man's throat.

"Ghaaa-!" The tailed man gasped hoarsely, feeling the tight bounds starting to cut into his neck. With an exert of effort, the man's tail snaked from the side of him and shot up, coiling it's end around the hooded assassin's neck.

The two men struggled for dominance as the thunder outside crackled. And before the assassin could pull any further, the red eyed figure's tail squeezed till it buckled against itself, and violently turned to its side.

Snap!

The tail snapped the assassin's neck loudly as the man suddenly became motionless, whatever emotion on his face now frozen in time on his dropping head.

"You're mine!" The voice of a female yelled out from above. But by the time the man had heard it, it was too late.

"Ugh-!" The tailed man grunted out in acute pain as he felt two arrows lodging themselves into his back, and one piercing the back of his thigh. His pain swiftly transitioned into a fit of rage. Still with his tail firmly tightened around the assassin's body, he spun in a tired stance and swung his tail upwards, aiming towards the old chandelier above.

"Nggraaaa-!" He yelled as he released relaxed the tail, letting the body fly towards the ceiling.

A loud "Boom!" followed by the shattering of metal and glass was heard as the chandelier above fell, its chains gurgling and shearing as they snapped. With a thunderous drop, the chandelier fell to the ground, and with one female assassin along with it. Dust scattered and floors cracked. The vibration from the crash sent chills up everyone's spine.

"Ugh… fuck…!" The tailed man groaned tiredly as he limped towards the fallen assassin, who's lower body was trapped under the collapsed bronze chandelier.

"…Uhh…dammit… c'mon…!" The hooded female cursed at herself, desperately trying to push the chandelier off of her, her gaze flickering back and forth between the obstacle and the slowly approaching man.

"You slaughter my people, my settlement, Then you come after our treasure…" The man growled, his tail plucking the two arrows behind his back, flicking them to the side of the room. "And for what? Huh?! A damned pendant?!"

"I heard its worth a lot…ugh!" The woman quipped. But she groaned in sudden pain as the tailed man stepped over the chandelier, pushing down on the assassin's broken body.

"All of this effort..." The man said, ripping the pendant from the necklace. With a small ringing noise, a pole weapon materialised from his hand, forming a trident of gold. The man struck the butt of the pole down on the floor authoritatively. "…Is this really worth it?" He asked inquisitively.

"The people who hired us… the other races… they told us… that they're not after the weapon itself… but what it represents." The female assassin groaned.

"Our species... has faced enough discrimination..." The man said, turning the trident upside down, its three points pointing down towards the assassin.

"Wh…What are you…" the assassin asked, petrified by the power above her. The tailed man, black haired, red eyes. Who was he?

"Devilukean."

Splurt!

*Present time… Orphanage, Moon Endurance…*

"And with a might stab, the assassin fell limp, she was dead…! And so… from that day on… the tailed chief, who's name was Davo, prevailed from the Wild Hunt, rose up to be the first King of Deviluke! "All hail King Davo of Deviluke!" The people cheered that night. The end." The voice finished the tale, closing the book, and placing it on his lap.

"Whaooo….." The children gasped in awe, their eyes wide as saucers.

Huddled around the small fireplace were a crowd of children, their hands reached out to the fireplace before them. Sitting on a chair next to them was a boy, slightly bigger than the rest of them. He had his head turned facing the fire, reflective in his distinct red eyes.

"Is this story real, Gid-nii? Did the first King Davo actually won against the assassins?"

"I'd like to think so." The boy in the said answered, a long look into the fireplace.

"The first king must've been very strong…" One of the children said.

"He sure was." The narrator replied.

"Read it again, Gid-nii!"

"Yeah, that was awesome, please?" The group of children begged excitedly.

"Well its getting quite late, and isn't it your birthday tomorrow, Gibi?" The young Gid asked the boy.

"Ohh! I almost forgot. Tomorrow I'll be a year older, and catching up to you!" The young child announced proudly, to which all the children laughed at him. "What?" He asked, confused by the laughter.

"You can never catch up to someone's age, that's not how age works dummy!" the girl sitting beside him said, adding fuel to the preverbial fire that is the laughter. The soon to be a year older Gibi shot the girl beside him a quick glare.

"I'm your caretaker now. You know the rules, everybody needs to be in bed by ten-thirty." The boy in the chair said as he sat up. "Everybody better be in bed in the next fifteen minutes or Gid-nii is going to be very crossed." The boy warned.

"Aww man…" The group of children sighed as they got up from the fireplace, each scrambling back to their bunks in different rooms.

Sighing, young Gid remained seated, staring into the fireplace. "Another year… huh…" He muttered to himself.

(Music for Mood: Gabriella's video – Logan OST)

Knock! Knock! knock!

Gid sat up from the chair, alerted by the door knocks. The boy plopped himself off the chair and exited the living room, walking down the corridor and passing by bunk doors. 'Who would come here so late at night?'

Wordlessly, the black haired child opened the door, and outside was an old man, riding on the hump of what appears to be a bison-looking animal, dragging along a wooden wheel cart behind it.

"Mister Furfur?" Gid asked. "What are you doing here so late at night?" Gid wondered, running towards the old man, his breath visible in the cold air. "The food and everything else can be delivered in the morning, you shouldn't have pushed yourself."

"Dear boy, I'm old, but not that old." The man on the bison got off, limping towards the wooden cart, gesturing Gid to follow. "I'm not here to deliver food this time." And as Gid approached the cart, he soon realised what Mister Furfur was delivering.

A young boy laid in the cart, several fur blankets covering his sleeping form, though he could make out the distinct grey hair that the boy had. A distinct black tail ending in a scorpion styled tip drooping out of the side of the cart. Young Gid and Mister Furfur stood before the cart.

"I found him at my doorstep several hours ago, unconscious. So I decided to take him to the only orphanage on this damned moon."

"Does he have a name?" Gid inquired, curiosity in his eyes.

"Dunno, dunt care. He's been sleeping this whole time." Furfur sighed, suddenly kicking the cart. "Get up boy!" The old man said, his tail curled around the cart's railing, yanking it.

"W-Where am I- WAA!- ooft!" The newly awoken boy asked groggily, and immediately fell off the cart. "Ugh…" He groaned as he landed on the dirt ground.

Gid gave Mister Furfur a strange look as he went over by the boy's side. The old man on the other hand simply climbed on the bison's back, giving its side a small kick. "Hya!"

"Mister Furfur!" Gid called out to the man.

"He's your problem now. Sigh… I'm getting too old for this…" The old man grumbled, tiredly riding his carriage down the dirt road and into the night, the lantern by the bison's side wiggling with every step it took.

"Damned lazy old man…" Gid grumbled. But he then turned his attention to the boy. "Here." He offered a hand, to which the ashen haired boy accepted.

"W-Where am I…?" The blue eyed boy asked, a glint of fright in his eyes.

"You are at the orphanage on Moon Endurance, first moon of Planet Deviluke." The red eyed Devilukean answered, pointing to the night sky. "My name is Gid, what is your name?" The child asked the other.

"It's… it's Za-Zastin." He answered.

"And how old are you, Zastin?" Gid asked.

"I…I'm nine."

"Go figure." Gid commented nonchalantly. He now had a good look at the newly arrived Zastin. Scrawny, but just as tall as him, despite their three-year age gap.

The two of them now found themselves standing awkwardly in an odd place, open and exposed in the cold night. Neither said a thing. "Well Zastin, I guess… welcome to the orphanage. Let's get you settled in first, you're more than welcome to some dinner leftover, m'kay?" Gid said as he lead little Zastin back into the orphanage. "You can sleep in for the night, then tomorrow you can meet the other-" But Gid pulled to a halt, hearing only his voice and footsteps. He paused and turned around, seeing the grey haired boy rooted in his place, looking downwards.

"Will…Will this be my new home now?" Zastin asked.

"Only if you want it to be." Gid smiled warmly. "Com'on, its getting cold."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well as promised, I'm back with another story! A short chapter just to test things out.

In case you haven't noticed. This story will be MY OWN take on the origin stories of Gid, Zastin, Sephie, Black, and Doctor Mikado. The To Love-Ru backstory of the Galactic War has been teased and referenced here and there in the canon. But I will try my best and bring it to life. It is to be noted that this prequel story exists within the Lone Eagle universe.

That being said, NO PREREQUISITE READINGS REQUIRED. Meaning if this is your first time reading my stories, then this is a good place to start! But if you'd like, you can also check out my other TLR stories as well :D

On a more personal note- Thank goodness I don't have to write about Rito anymore! Fuahh… This story will be so much more interesting to write, not only because characters actually have a personality (as opposed to Rito…), but also without the harem's existence. A romance story between two people is much more appealing and easier develop than six lmao.

So what did you guys think about this start? What do you want to see? What can be improved?

More chapters still to come!

Reviews are highly appreciated and loved! (Prefer longer ones with more feedback!)

Criticisms are also accepted.