In a time when good authors are of scarce numbers, and those of that number that write for the world are even fewer, one author rises to the challenge to write stories that the world can love. He is Goldenponyboy, the master of words, the starter of the second Shakespearian Age! …okay, that's enough vanity for a few chapters. Anywho, I'll let the intro explain. THE FIC IS THE THING!
I… kinda own everything, yet nothing at all.
I was only a child when it happened. When the Grox attacked my home world. I remember being so scared as I watched all of the Boarin peoples try to escape the burning wrath of the ships.
(Boarin: Basic body structure of a human, with the face of a boar, large feathered wings on its back).
That is, all but my father. He and his men stayed behind with the warships in order to slow the Grox from completely destroying the planet. He fought bravely to the bitter end, but it ended up meaning nothing. Everything was destroyed, even the Royal Boarin Cruiser that my father owned and led the peoples from.
But that was all twelve years ago. Long since that day, we have found a new home planet to rebuild on: Notzcar. Civilizations from other star systems have been aiding us ever since we had to restart from the Tribes. But we have never rebuilt our fleets, attempting to hide ourselves from another Grox attack. In fact, the one ship that we have is strictly used for diplomatic usage.
My name is Asylon, the commander of that one ship: The Boarin's Revenge. But as I said, it is only to be used for diplomatic reasons. My crew and I were forced to swear an oath of peace to the people, basically meaning that we can never engage in battle. Even when we commune with other races, we must use the most basic speech as we can.
Now, I use the word "crew" very lightly, seeing that it is made up of only two other members besides me. As I said, I am the commander of the Revenge, which means that I am solely responsible for speaking with the other species on the planets. I'm also in charge of leading the people to prosperity in any way I can. Meaning that I'm in charge of the spice production on the planet.
My First Mate is my childhood friend, Grejoni. He's a fun Boarin to be around, always with a smile on his face and ready to help out when needed. He is in charge of designing houses, businesses, and entertainment buildings for the cities on our planet as well as for the colonies we have on other planets on our star system. Which would probably be why most of them look as amazing as they do.
Lastly, we have Dr. Lesofik, our Xenobiologist. He is in charge of studying the Terra-score of each planet, improving that score, and also studying and creating creatures to inhabit the planets. So he's the reason that we usually are carrying around twenty creatures around at a time. But he's a nice guy overall.
Anyway, we had just finished a spice run and were landing just outside the capital, which was also my home city. I turned them loose before I headed towards one of the restaurants right at the edge of the city: Kandita's Café.
I lived on the top floor of the establishment, which meant that I couldn't walk too far before someone would stop me and try to shake my hand, thanking me for my service and wishing me luck for my next run.
I stopped by the front counter and sat down at one of the stools, looking over to the Boarin that was working behind it. "Um, Waitress?"
She looked over at me with a smile before walking over to face me. "What will you have, Spacefarer?"
"Oh, I'll have some fried Birdra, seasoned in Red Spice, and a side order of sugar from the manager." I winked at her as I said the last part. "That is, if she will accompany me upstairs later."
The Boarin smiled with a blush as I said this. "Asylon, you know I don't close up for another hour."
"But I haven't been home all day! A few of the Tribelo colonies need repairs on their businesses, and Civers wouldn't just hand over the Blue Spice as easily as I would have hoped."
(Civer: Basically, imagine one of the pit droids from Star Wars).
"Well, I can't really leave right now."
"Where are your employees?"
She groaned when I asked this. "They're all out listening to that Cloppity that is staying in one of the hotels. He keeps going on and on about something called the Wized." She shook her head. "I really don't get what's so impressive about his stories. They're just… myths and legends."
(Cloppity: Basic body structure of a Minotaur, with antlers and buck teeth).
"They're still scared, Kandita. They want something to hope for in case-" That's when an idea hit me. Sure, it was really mean, but it would close the shop up soon. I turned around and shouted, "GROX!"
Everyone that was in the building shot out the door, running home and locking their doors. I simply walked over and looked out own door before turning to the manager, who was not amused. "That was extremely rude."
I shrugged. "Perhaps, but I needed to talk to you about something." My attitude went from fun to serious. I walked over and grabbed her hands in my own. "Kandita, I've known you ever since we ended up in the same tribe. And I have had no better female companion as grand as you.
"And that is why I have decided that I have put this off for long enough." I reached into one of the side packs that I wore on my hips and pulled out two large rings. Each one I put around one of her wrists, much to her great surprise. "Kandita, most beautiful of the Boarin, will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?"
She gasped before wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her muzzle against my own. We stood, locked in that position, before pulling apart. "Nothing could possibly make me happier, Asylon."
I smiled as I looked back into her face. Boarin marriage customs state that the mayor of the city must lead the ceremony, but me being the leader of the whole race, I can overlook this whole thing and say, "Then, I suppose that I may kiss the bride." I smiled as I brought my muzzle back to hers.
~Later, back on the Boarin's Revenge~
Though I wished nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening in my wife's arms, I had a few other things that I had to take care of me on my ship. But as I entered the bridge, I heard moaning coming from the captain's chair.
"Commander on deck!" I shouted, and almost immediately, Grejoni jumped out of the chair.
"Reporting for duty, Sir!"
"Good, then go and check on the creatures in Lesofik's storage areas."
"Um… right now?"
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you questioning direct orders from a commanding officer?"
"No, Sir! It's just that… well…"
I walked up and noticed something on his face. "Where did this lipstick come from?"
"Lip stick?" He raised a hand to his cheek. "Oh, this is from… uh…"
"A stowaway?" I turned around the chair, revealing one of the many Boarin women on Notzcar. It seemed that everywhere we stopped, Grejoni ended up with another one. "You may excuse yourself, madam. I need to talk to my First Mate."
She gave me a weak smile before jumping up and dashing off of the ship. I turned back to my friend and raised an eyebrow again. "Oh, come on, man! I was having a moment."
"You couldn't have a moment if I paid you. Especially not one of that affair."
"Whoa, man, it was just making out. But I could have a moment five times a day if I tried."
I sighed. "You can't keep doing that every time you see a new one, Grejoni. They aren't paper that you can use and have more on supply. You must respect them, and learn to love one and only one."
He smirked at me. "Like you and Kandita."
"Funny thing about that…"
That changed the smirk to a look of confusion. "You dumped her?"
"Well, we aren't exactly dating anymore." I gave him a side longed smile.
Then, he finally got it. "Dude! That's awesome! Congrats!"
"Thank you, but that aside, we really need to check on the creatures."
"Really? But those things freak me out."
I dragged him along into the chamber and began to check on them all. Lesofik is quite artistic when it comes to creating some of the beasts. One I'm especially fond of is the Lightheads. They pretty much look like a tube with a light bulb on top. I like them because they power the Revenge and make beautiful music.
"Hey, Asylon! Come check this out!"
I walked over to see what he was talking about and saw that one of his creations was fatally wounded. A gash on the side was still oozing orange blood.
"Sabotage. Great. That was the only male."
"Well, Lesofik can just make some more, right?"
"With some cloning, yes, but that takes too long. We needed that to keep the T-score up on Tribelo." I sighed as I thought who could have done this. "I want to see that Cloppity on this ship soon."
Chapter Complete. This fic will be a bit of an experiment, seeing how long I can keep one entertaining before people get annoyed. Basically, I'm going to write and write until people get ticked, and then write some more before someone threatens to throw bricks at me, after which I shall get a shield and keep writing. R&R AND ADIOS!