Behold-eth! A new story-eth hath fallen upon my domain-eth... eth.
Yeah. This has an "IN THE FUTURE blah blah blah SPACE blah blah blah MONARCHY blah blah blah" theme going on.
This story was based on another story I read here on this site, called "Star Crossed" by Lady Bahiya. (Hugtacklglomps Lady Bahiya) YOU EST AWESOME.
So if you want to say "Oh this is a rip off of her story!", don't. I clearly stated that I based this off her story. So in a way, the plot line is barely mine xD
Otto: Why did you make me like that?
Me: (Innocently) Like what?
Otto: You know what I mean, you made me into a- (Gets tackled by a ninja in bright aquamarine) WHAT THE HECK?
Me: That is my spoiler ninja. If you try spoiling anything, he will jump out of the shadows and tackle you. Get it?
Otto: Why aquamarine?
Me: (Shrug) Cause it's pretty?
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.
In the very far future, in the past many had taken part of, a new disease spread throughout the world. There was only a sparse amount of people affected, but they became the news wonders of the year. However, when the sickness seemingly disappeared, so did the craze. When it reappeared years later, it sparked no curiosity in the people.
However, that was not the interest of this story.
In the far future, a past that was not known by this generation, the world suddenly began to break, crack into a hundred pieces. But the people predicted this. They prepared for it.
After a century, tranquility had fallen upon the many planets. The Earth had split apart, country to country, and yet somehow, the people survived. They thrived. They created their own planets.
Once the Earth split, they had no control over the other, nor did they have any inhibitions. They flourished on their own. Soon enough, they created their own kingdoms.
Europe had become a massive monarchy, comprised of five nations, and one royal family. The royal family ruled over the land, first with good spirits. But like all good people, they were corrupted.
Or rather, their king was.
He wanted to be the only ruler in Europe, so he had devised a plan to stop himself from aging. He even tried to kill his only heir to stay king. However, the rumor of this inequity spread all over their planet, and the massive population revolted against their king. Even his personal army and his own family went against him. In shame, he fled, and killed himself.
To prevent such a tragedy from happening in any of the countries, the United States of America created an entirely new air force; one that the other planets hadn't ever seen.
The High Intergalactic Visionary Enterprise Space Fleet, or the H.I.V.E. Space Fleet, was an entire force of inter-space 'police officers' (for lack of a better word). They used the new state-of-the-art space jets called "Peregrine Fighter Jets" to travel all over the Earth galaxy. Soon enough, H.I.V.E. became an institution for fighter pilots. Students were hailed from all over the galaxy to train.
Then came the best squad anyone had ever seen.
"Form up!" shouted a strong voice. A female voice, with a Russian accent. Her team lined up in front of her, in full gear. "We've been consigned." She said. "Class Alpha Monarca."
The woman's team leader cocked a brow. Class Alpha Monarca was usually consigned to the major squads when a monarch was in danger. If the media hadn't caught up on what ever violence a monarchy had in a certain country, then the mission must've been something big.
"What is it this time?" asked a Scottish girl next to the team leader. "Protection." She replied. "Technically, the caller wasn't of royal blood, but he was most definitely a prince's guard. And an old friend of mine." She said.
"Will we meet him?" a blonde American girl said, also on the other side of their team captain. The no-nonsense aura his team gave out gave the man something to be relieved for.
"When he sees fit."
"What exactly is our mission?" A thin British boy on the edge of the line asked. "Pretty simple: take him and his charge away from their country to safety, and report whoever their enemy is to the authorities." She replied.
"Where is this person hailing from?" A rather large German asked this time. Every question was answered sharply, though this one, the Russian woman let build up.
"You'll get a crack out of this one." The woman said, actually smirking. That meant that she was a tad nervous. That wasn't very good.
"Where?" the team leader asked sharply, and she grinned wider. Not good.
"Europe." She said, and there was a collective notion of surprise that went from teammate to teammate.
"Again?" the captain, Japanese, asked. The last time there'd been trouble with Europe, there was a galaxy-wide commotion about it. A king who wanted to murder his own flesh and blood… it made a huge impact on the country, and they still had to recover from it. They still were.
"So we are going to meet this 'mystery person' soon, I hope." The captain said. The Russian woman nodded.
"We're to head off to Europe very soon, so get the Peregrine-hime ready." She said, and their team captain smirked as she used the name he gave their Peregrine Fighter Jet.
"I'm guessing… take-off in seven minutes?" he asked, as the Russian woman turned away.
"No less." She replied, and the captain just knew that his mentor, Raven, was grinning. "You know me too well, child."
"Oi, Wing."
The American girl called out to their team leader. Wing approached her, helmet in hand.
"A tad nervous, aren't you?" she asked. He nodded. "Like always." He replied.
"Though this may be something different." Said the Scottish girl, approaching the two. "This is a class Alpha Monarca. We haven't had this since that incident."
"Nice to see you're positive too, Laura." Said the British boy. "Hello, Nigel." Greeted Wing, and the other nodded.
"At least we're only guiding a monarch, and not trying to wage a war with one." The American girl replied smartly.
"Ah yes, Shelby. Always the positive one." Said Laura, handing over equipment to a recently arrived German.
"Franz, did you pack the necessary equipment for the trip?" asked Nigel.
"Oxygen, hydrogen and all necessary life support tanks have been refilled, enough for four weeks." Franz replied. "Also, there is being enough food for seven people for two weeks. We can be refilling our supplies when we stop at different planets, ja?"
"Yes, we can." Nigel replied. He was carrying a small bag that was lumpy in the strangest places. Wing looked a little expectant.
"No, they aren't cross-generated plants. It'd be too much of a risk here." Nigel said, sounding bored. Wing nodded.
"Thank you." He replied calmly.
"I'm honestly nervous." Said Shelby. "I mean, doesn't anyone think that this is a pretty big deal and all, like history repeating itself?"
"That's why it's being kept a secret from the media." Laura answered, sounding rather muffled as her head and arms were digging deep into a large duffel bag. "So that people won't take it as a pretty big deal. They can't speak about what they don't know."
"I suppose so…" Shelby said, as she started checking something on a small touch screen panel.
"Are the defense and offense systems ready?" asked Nigel, packing in the strangely bumpy bag he had into the ship.
"Yep." Said Shelby, still staring at the panel she held.
Wing sighed. He walked towards his blonde friend, and grabbed the panel she held.
"Oh come on! I was already on the forty-third level!" She complained. "I cannot let any slipups happen today, Shelby. This is not the usual day-to-day mission. We are going to take care of a monarch. So you'd better act professional." Wing replied. She was about to glare, when she saw the stern look on his face.
"Oh fine, captain. But you will give that back, right?" she asked. Wing sighed, rubbing his temples before handing it to her.
"Yes!" she said, before hiding it in her pocket.
"What do you mean by that?"
A teenage boy, no younger than sixteen, slammed his hands on an ornately carved table covered with a glass pane. He looked enraged. The man across him sighed, as did the woman in front of him.
"Son, things are going very wrong in our country. We cannot put you at risk." The woman said.
"So call the task force, or the royal guard! I will not be sent away from my country!" he shouted. The man sighed.
"Sir, we cannot do so. There is a very large chance that the media will catch on our crisis if we call the higher forces. Your family has already been disgraced once. We cannot let that happen again." The man said.
The young boy looked livid. However, he saw the basic logic in his mother's plan. It seemed wrong to him, but it served his country well. And as the next heir, he was taught to care for his country in any way he could.
The boy sighed.
"I accept." He said, and the mother looked torn between relief and despair. "However, who will be taking us?" he asked, turning to his personal guard, and dare he say it? Close friend. "You seem capable enough to take me away for a month."
"Yes milord, but I can only care for myself for one month in space. I have already called an old friend. She hired the best space fleet there was to take care of you while we deal with your father." He said.
"You will come with me, yes?" the boy asked, a smidgen of hope and fear in his voice.
"Of course, sir."
The boy sighed.
"I suppose I can go now. My bags are packed?" he asked. The guard nodded. The boy took a mental note to observe his guard more often. He and his mother had probably been planning this for a long time. That meant that his father had wanted to kill him for a long time. How much else could he miss?
"Alright then. It's settled." Said the queen. Her son went to her side and swiftly kissed her on the cheek.
"See you in a month, mother." He said, and she hugged him tightly.
"See you." She said, and the two men left the room.
(Giggle)
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