The Renegade
Chapter I
He opened his eyes, and the darkness he saw disappeared. He observed his surroundings and saw that he was in some kind of laboratory. Men in white coats stood about typing on their computers. He couldn't see what was on the screen.
He looked up and saw the yellow lights beam down on him. They seemed rather bright. Where was he, and who was he?
"Ah, you're awake!" one of the men said.
He turned his head abruptly and saw three of the ten people in the laboratory approach him. He was lying on some kind of steel platform.
"How do you feel?" the man asked him.
"Confused," he replied, "where am I?"
"Don't worry, everything will become clear to you soon enough. You are in a Confederate laboratory, and your name is Joseph Lance."
"How come I didn't know this?" Joseph asked.
The man-Craig Quen was his name-smiled down at him. Joseph would be completely brainwashed shortly, so whatever he told him now would have no effect on him in the future.
"You see, Joseph, you grew up having special psychic powers. The Confederacy seeks people like you. We brought you here so that your powers could be put to usefulness. You are the perfect human, incapable of feelings and only two things in mind: To serve and kill."
"Serve and kill who?"
Craig continued smiling down at him. The other two men glanced at him as he spoke, "You are to serve the Confederacy as an assassin. You will kill who your superiors order you to."
"My.. Superiors?"
"That is right. Your past no longer exists, Joseph. Your life begins now."
One of the men handed Craig a syringe.
"Now, let's forget about this conversation, shall we?" Craig said smiling.
"I do not like this," Joseph replied.
"What is there not to like? You are the perfect killer now."
"No, I am but a mere pawn in the Confederacy's game."
Craig's eyebrows rose. This had never happened before. Did Joseph just speak about the Confederacy?
Joseph began to struggle, but found that two steel cuffs held down his arms.
"Hurry and inject him, this is serious," one of the other men said.
"Do not worry, he can't break through those bonds," Craig replied.
Craig Quen had no idea how wrong he was. Joseph had already been granted his new powers, but the Confederacy had failed to completely destroy his mind. He knew of what the Confederacy was. Joseph Lance used all of his force to break the bonds and sat up. The three men stepped back.
"He's loose!" one shouted.
"But how?" Craig shouted.
Joseph stood up. He was much taller then the rest of the men in that room. He walked to the large steel door and attempted to open it. It didn't move.
"Sound the alarm!" Craig shouted.
Joseph spun around to face Craig. They were planning on bringing him into the darkness again. He didn't want that. Joseph ran at the man trying to reach the alarm and twisted his head off with ease. Nothing he had seen before. He threw the head to the ground. The other nine living stepped back in fear as Joseph tore the alarm off.
"Joseph, stop. We mean you no harm," Craig said.
"You lie," Joseph replied.
He ran at the group. His speed was astounding. Joseph threw a punch that went right through one of the men's stomach. Such strength he possessed! The steel door opened. Someone had pushed a button somewhere. He couldn't let these people escape. Joseph had been awake for five minutes now. It took him only one minute to kill the remaining eight, and he had saved Craig Quen as the last one. Now it was time to find out what he was.
Joseph stepped up to one of the computers that had his name on it and began typing. A picture of a man with a tanned face and brown hair and brown eyes appeared. He assumed it was a picture of himself. Beside it was various information about himself. He read through it and found out what he was. A Confederate Ghost, and what Craig had told him to had indeed been true. His purpose was to serve the Confederacy as an assassin and to take orders only from his superiors. Names of his superiors had been assigned.
I am skilled with the C-10 Canister Rifle, he thought. I must find this weapon.
He looked around the room. There were no weapons here. Joseph made another assumption that there could be guards here. Perhaps one of them could have the weapon he sought. He ran out of the room and into a darkened corridor. He could hear footsteps on the turn to his left.
Joseph peered around the corner and saw a guard with the weapon he sought. His back was turned. Joseph ran at him with such silence and speed that not even he would have thought he was coming. Joseph ran his fist through the man's back and picked up the rifle. Now it was time for him to escape.
Joseph ran down the halls stealthily looking into each opened room. Anyone in his way was killed. By the time he reached the stardock attached to the giant laboratory he had killed twenty-three civilians and twelve guards. Somehow, Joseph knew how to pilot every one of the ships there. He chose the fast Wraith fighter.
He had been in the laboratory for fifteen minutes, and it took him two more to leave it. His next objective was to find the necessary equipment for a Confederate Ghost, and he would indeed carry his purpose as an assassin. But it wasn't the way the Confederacy had intended. Joseph Lance entered space in the Confederate Wraith.
Chapter I
He opened his eyes, and the darkness he saw disappeared. He observed his surroundings and saw that he was in some kind of laboratory. Men in white coats stood about typing on their computers. He couldn't see what was on the screen.
He looked up and saw the yellow lights beam down on him. They seemed rather bright. Where was he, and who was he?
"Ah, you're awake!" one of the men said.
He turned his head abruptly and saw three of the ten people in the laboratory approach him. He was lying on some kind of steel platform.
"How do you feel?" the man asked him.
"Confused," he replied, "where am I?"
"Don't worry, everything will become clear to you soon enough. You are in a Confederate laboratory, and your name is Joseph Lance."
"How come I didn't know this?" Joseph asked.
The man-Craig Quen was his name-smiled down at him. Joseph would be completely brainwashed shortly, so whatever he told him now would have no effect on him in the future.
"You see, Joseph, you grew up having special psychic powers. The Confederacy seeks people like you. We brought you here so that your powers could be put to usefulness. You are the perfect human, incapable of feelings and only two things in mind: To serve and kill."
"Serve and kill who?"
Craig continued smiling down at him. The other two men glanced at him as he spoke, "You are to serve the Confederacy as an assassin. You will kill who your superiors order you to."
"My.. Superiors?"
"That is right. Your past no longer exists, Joseph. Your life begins now."
One of the men handed Craig a syringe.
"Now, let's forget about this conversation, shall we?" Craig said smiling.
"I do not like this," Joseph replied.
"What is there not to like? You are the perfect killer now."
"No, I am but a mere pawn in the Confederacy's game."
Craig's eyebrows rose. This had never happened before. Did Joseph just speak about the Confederacy?
Joseph began to struggle, but found that two steel cuffs held down his arms.
"Hurry and inject him, this is serious," one of the other men said.
"Do not worry, he can't break through those bonds," Craig replied.
Craig Quen had no idea how wrong he was. Joseph had already been granted his new powers, but the Confederacy had failed to completely destroy his mind. He knew of what the Confederacy was. Joseph Lance used all of his force to break the bonds and sat up. The three men stepped back.
"He's loose!" one shouted.
"But how?" Craig shouted.
Joseph stood up. He was much taller then the rest of the men in that room. He walked to the large steel door and attempted to open it. It didn't move.
"Sound the alarm!" Craig shouted.
Joseph spun around to face Craig. They were planning on bringing him into the darkness again. He didn't want that. Joseph ran at the man trying to reach the alarm and twisted his head off with ease. Nothing he had seen before. He threw the head to the ground. The other nine living stepped back in fear as Joseph tore the alarm off.
"Joseph, stop. We mean you no harm," Craig said.
"You lie," Joseph replied.
He ran at the group. His speed was astounding. Joseph threw a punch that went right through one of the men's stomach. Such strength he possessed! The steel door opened. Someone had pushed a button somewhere. He couldn't let these people escape. Joseph had been awake for five minutes now. It took him only one minute to kill the remaining eight, and he had saved Craig Quen as the last one. Now it was time to find out what he was.
Joseph stepped up to one of the computers that had his name on it and began typing. A picture of a man with a tanned face and brown hair and brown eyes appeared. He assumed it was a picture of himself. Beside it was various information about himself. He read through it and found out what he was. A Confederate Ghost, and what Craig had told him to had indeed been true. His purpose was to serve the Confederacy as an assassin and to take orders only from his superiors. Names of his superiors had been assigned.
I am skilled with the C-10 Canister Rifle, he thought. I must find this weapon.
He looked around the room. There were no weapons here. Joseph made another assumption that there could be guards here. Perhaps one of them could have the weapon he sought. He ran out of the room and into a darkened corridor. He could hear footsteps on the turn to his left.
Joseph peered around the corner and saw a guard with the weapon he sought. His back was turned. Joseph ran at him with such silence and speed that not even he would have thought he was coming. Joseph ran his fist through the man's back and picked up the rifle. Now it was time for him to escape.
Joseph ran down the halls stealthily looking into each opened room. Anyone in his way was killed. By the time he reached the stardock attached to the giant laboratory he had killed twenty-three civilians and twelve guards. Somehow, Joseph knew how to pilot every one of the ships there. He chose the fast Wraith fighter.
He had been in the laboratory for fifteen minutes, and it took him two more to leave it. His next objective was to find the necessary equipment for a Confederate Ghost, and he would indeed carry his purpose as an assassin. But it wasn't the way the Confederacy had intended. Joseph Lance entered space in the Confederate Wraith.
