Prologue

War.

There is no escape from the cursed sounds of war. Children scream, people cry into the night... But, in the end, all that's left is the sickening gurgle of air bubbling through a puddle of blood and the thrashing convulsions of a dieing body.

A new radical group are the cause of this war... They call themselves the "Arduous" Destroyers of the Army, or ADA for short. ADA became more than just a normal radical terrorist group in the backwoods of nowhere... They were bent on destroying the Barely standing Federation. They wanted complete control over everything, not just those who followed them.

They wanted everyone to cower at the very mention of their name. They are complete fools. Those who opposed them, died the next day. Those who followed them, normally died a horrific death at the tyranny of a higher power. Be it elderly folk, women, or even children.. Everyone died at the hands of ADA.

That is why I'm here.

Three Years Ago

Hiro Thurston, Age seventeen. I discovered the Gekko-Go one afternoon while walking through the Forests around Bell Forest on my way home from another dull day at school. I dropped what i had in my hands and walked over, clearing away any shrubs and brush i saw, revealing a less prominent, but still clear name of Gekko-Go on the side. I shook my head and walked around the ship, finding a narrow entrance just big enough for myself to enter.

Upon entering the Gekko, i found cob webs, bugs, wild animals, such as squirrels and such, and a variety of smells from Earthy to dungish. I began to look around, astounded that no one had found the relic already, though it was dark since the light panels were not on. But then, something managed to catch my eye. There was a Light Red glow appearing and disappearing from behind the door.

To my luck, upon inspecting the door, i found that it was ajar enough for me to put my fingers through. I wiped away the webs and bugs before grabbing the door and pulling on it. My pulls did nothing to move the automated door. I sighed and took a deep breath, yanking as hard as i possibly could. The door moved a few inches but not enough to allow me entrance. I looked and the frame, noticing i could place my foot into the open space for more leverage.

As i set my foot into place, i breathed deeply and yanked harder than i had expected too, slamming the door wide open, and falling into the wall, smacking my head. I sat there, dazed and half expecting to pass out. Instead, as the Stubborn Thurston i was brought up as, i just shook it off and walked into the room. I reached the stairs and noticed they were either rusted or had slick moss over them. I began a slow and careful descent and reached the main floor without any problems.

I looked toward the glow to see a Comm panel still operational. Intrigued, i walked over and watched the red 'Button' that i had seen glowing. "Ehh?" i said to myself, pressing the button. The panel began to buzz to life on a backup power source, nearly scaring me silly from the noise of it starting up. I looked from the pad to the screen, noticing a Video File and cocked my left brow. "Well.. i wonder what this is all about.." I said to myself as i hit play.

Almost instantly after it started, my heart stopped, dropping me to my rear end. For on that single window, stood my Grandfather.

"G...G...Grandfather?!" i said to myself. He wasn't really my direct Grandfather though.. He was my great grandfather who i had heard many stories about over my first few years. I had met him only once and that was the day before he passed away from a mysterious illness.

~" Hello, my name is Johnathon Thurston. I am the Great Grandson of Maurice Thurston, Son of Renton Thurston. If you are Receiving this message, then i am either dead or captured. It is in all likelihood that i am probably i am Dead And no one is left aboard the Gecko. Not only that, The planet itself is probably in the midst of a crisis beyond Repair. Please heed my words for this Transmission is my living will. This ship is quite possibly the Planets last hope. The new threat has deceived us. They are not what they are believed to be. Their real goal is that they-"~

The image froze with a single note playing in the background while the screen was flickering. I popped the side of the monitor and the Generator gave a humming noise as the video continued.

~"Now that you understand the worlds problem, you may be able to solve its riddles. This ship, the Gekko-Go, may just be the key to solving those riddles." The man in the transmission paused as he looked out the bridge windows, seemingly collecting his thoughts.~

The image began to become misshapen and seemed to be becoming more fuzzy on the audio.

~ In the background a man about his mid thirties came into view, frantically saying,"Sir! Their back! they found our location and are rapidly approaching!" Johnathon looked at the man, a certain sting in his eyes from the words spoken. As he nodded to the man, he looked back at the Camera, his face darkening for what he was about to say. "It seems the luck of these old bones has finally run out, but perhaps, just a possibility, your generation may have it different."

He was cut short from continuing his final words as the alarm in the bridge began going off, the lights turning a shade of red issuing a warning sequence as the enemies came into focus and began targeting the ship. In be background, out of the corner of the bridge's window panels a ship came into view, One of horrid and unreasonable design. Johnathon looked over and yelled, "Damn! Evasive maneuvers and drop some chaff so their KLFs cant reach us!"

The video shook violently as the Gekko took a hit from the enemies missiles to their Starboard side. The bridge behind Johnathon erupted into flames as all the panels began to burst. "Sir! We're losing altitude! The engines are down, the control's are shot! She won't hold up much longer!" someone yelled in the background. Johnathon ground his teeth and looked back at the camera, growing Somber and more distressed than before.

"Please.. Whoever you are, help us. this ship may be the one and ONLY key to this planet's Salvation. My luck may have run out but maybe, just maybe, the luck of the gods themselves may shine upon you. By my rough calculations, this ship should crash land somewhere in bell forest. From there i shall camouflage her with my crew so it is not taken by the enemy. My crew and myself will head out on foot and split up a few miles from the ship. Whoever you are viewing this transmission, gather a crew of like minded people. Men and Women of the world with a strong sense of justice and a pure heart and fight this new threat!

In the words of my great-great grandfather, Don't beg for things, go out and win it or you won't get anything. Good Luck... Captain."

As Johnathon finished, the ship began hitting the treetops, shaking the bridge violently. The ship began to dip tremendously as it slammed into the ground. The camera shook and as it froze, an image of Johnathon staring at the window with a vicious looking snarl on his face was the last thing seen before the transmission began to cut out, fading into a red static screen.~

I stood there, speechless for what seemed like an eternity, clueless as to what to say to the static screen to what i just heard, or even saw for that matter. I nearly jumped my as the generator began to grind loudly, before a loud snapping sound was heard. "Grandfather..."

Captain...Me? I thought, my breathing becoming more rapid. My grandfathers final words began to play in my mind, over and over as I staggered backwards, falling on my arse."Ho~ly shi-"

Prologue End