CrimZon
Season 1 – Encounter
Episode 1 – Pilot
Unknown…
Upon opening his eyes to a blinding white landscape, he reaches his hand out to the colorless void, grasping for any hold of familiarity. As his hazed view clears, his arm, covered by a white long sleeve ending by his wrist, became visible, but the scenery remains unchanged, a pure pale scene stretching endlessly in all directions.
No sign of life other than his own. No further adjustments in his vision. And no sound, other than a ring tune filling his ears and his heart pulsating in a steady melody.
He looks at his person, noting his plain attire consisting of a white unwrinkled shirt, accompanied by pants in similar condition, with the exception of any footwear. He stands and looks to his sides once more, finding nothing again; but this time, looking over his shoulder, a plain old door appears out of thin air. He cautiously walks towards it. When close enough to touch it, he perceives the surface to be wooden - decorative in design with interact patterns painted parallel its borders.
He wraps his hands around the cold handle and was about to turn it until a sensation in the pit of his stomach made him veer about-face. The once clear horizon he last saw, gradually grew darker at the far edge. The cause of it can be heard as pieces of glass breaking apart with great force, and it continues to rise louder. As it did, the black setting drew closer.
Eventually, he can see the floor and the ceiling shattering into tiny shards, and his foothold in jeopardy of meeting the same fate. The sight itself was unsettling enough for his fear to consume his soul. But with it, a newfound sense for survival spurs forth.
He reaches for the knob, and immediately pulls the door wide open, hoping to escape his fate.
On the other side, his emotions and the noise cease to exist, and he meets a girl standing before him. Long pale green hair, pale white skin, and golden-brown eyes, and wearing a white robe around herself, resembling more of a toga, covering her slender features - her arms and right shoulder remain exposed.
He didn't expect to meet someone so beautiful in such a dreary and frightening place. But what shocked him more, was innocently watching her lift her hand out, and push him back out with tremendous effort - yet done ever so effortlessly - thrusting him into the now black canvas.
The sudden betrayal left him dumbstruck and screaming at the top of his lungs.
The light of the doorway leaves his view and a sudden intense heat envelope him whole. He twirls himself around with ease, but beneath him and on a single point, a whirlpool of black, red and yellow mix together, to then abruptly rip itself, and the surrounding, apart, revealing an ocean of lava to be his next destination.
He continues to scream as death felt imminent, and before he could catch a breath, a giant shadow forms underneath the molten sea, only to be disrupted by a monstrous figure leaping out from under.
It was far too large to be any creature belonging to his world, and its demonic form made him think twice whether or not he was still imaging all of this. But the clarity in which he is observing the creature felt far too real to dismiss; completely covered with red scales, with a pair of blazing gold eyes above its grotesque mouth, filled with skyscraper-size teeth.
As he enters the mouth of the creature, it's scorching breathe and deafening roar finally gave him one more cause to let out a lasting holler, believing his short life was about to come to an end.
Bedroom…
Sleeping restlessly in a room surrounded by bookshelves, a desk, and posters relating to the latest pop culture trends, laid a young man, nearly at the age of 17, tossing and turning and rambling in an incoherent manner, until he wakes up, opening his eyes wide and gasping in fright.
Erb Kinomoto, covered with cold sweat on his face, recovers from what he could only describe simply as a terrible nightmare – his worst by his own recollection - and couldn't help but survey his bedroom nervously to discern if he is actually, fully awake.
Finding everything inside the way he last saw it – the mess over his table, the clothes he wore yesterday piled on top of his chair (a navy-blue school uniform with gold outlines and a gold shield over the left chest), his laptop closed, and the clock nailed onto the wall reading close to 7 AM – he then walks up to a full body mirror nailed on a wall, and proceeds to give himself a physical checkup.
Lightly red skin, dark red large scales on his cheek, the nape of his neck, and running down his slender lizard tail, and his red wild hair still spiky but soft and smooth to the touch. He is whole and safe. A normal healthy male demi-human, through and through.
"What a dream."
Sitting on his bed now with a sigh of relief slipping out his lips, he laid back down and ponders on his short other-worldly escapade.
"Was it something I ate last night?" He muttered, recalling his own little trip down to the kitchen, snatching himself some snacks before going to bed.
But no matter how long he spent staring up at the dim-lit ceiling, illuminated by the faint sunshine passing through his window, he drew blanks as to what hidden meaning it held.
Still, his desire to stay in bed and catch more snoozes was too much of a burden for him to stave off. Thus, having some time to prepare before heading out to school later, he goes to sleep, shutting his eyes once more, perhaps thinking of something nice - pleasant. That was until the hollering roar of his younger step-sibling rang his ears like a fire alarm being set off.
"ERB! ERB, WAKE UP!"
He quickly snaps back up, no longer drowsy, but rather annoyed by the inconvenience.
"I'M AWAKE!"
Marching to the door, ready to pick a fight, he opens it up and encounters his sister, Samantha – a 15-year-old normal human and his personal foghorn. He meets her indigo-colored eyes peering straight at him like a cat ready to pounce, framed by her short straight flowing brown hair.
She is dressed in a sailor-like ensemble in navy blue and with white outlines.
"You're not dressed yet!?"
"Um, I guess I ain't?" He sarcastically replied, thinking her question was rhetorical. "What's the hurry?"
"What's the hurry?" She repeated back strongly. "We're going to be late for school!"
Knowing full well their usual departure time is 8 – an hour from now – he set aside her worries. "It's only seven. We've got bags of time of sleep."
But her smirk caught his full attention – she was not joking. "I beg to differ!"
She thrust her cell phone at his face. He reads the digital fonts on the display to clearly portray ' 7:56 AM ', prompting him to turn around, stare at his own clock, and learn the second hand remained still.
"…huh, I see…" he groaned, reactionless. He calmly shuts his door, but raggedly shoves himself into his proper attire, and grabs his bag on his way back out in full haste.
"WAIT FOR ME!" Samantha follows, and together they rush down the staircase in unison.
Upon reaching the front door they slip their shoes – poorly - but are stopped by their mother's voice, hollering from the kitchen.
"Erb, what about your breakfast!?"
Kana Kinomoto – a human of age 40; Erb's adoptive mother, and Samantha's stepmother - stand by the kitchen sink, holding a landline phone on one hand and covering the speaker with the other, being mindful to whoever was on the other line.
"CAN'T!" He shot back. "WE'RE LATE!"
"At least get your lunch from the kitchen!" His dutiful mother suggested loudly, but was too late, he had already gone outside, along with his sister.
"Sigh, all that work for nothing…" She lifts her hand off the speaker and finishes her conversation on it. "…yeah, my kids left for school just now…ok, let your daughter know to call me tomorrow before her plane lands so I can pick her up…ok, thanks. Bye!... Oh! I forgot to give Erb his lunch!"
Outside, the kids run through the front yard, and in view of their open wooden front gate encased by stone, stands a dark grey scooter, big enough to fit 2 people. Erb promptly sits in the front whereas Samantha sits behind him. After hastily putting on their safety gear – required by law - he turns on the engine and lets the engine roar. But before they could drive off, another voice stops them, this time coming from above their heads.
Sitting on top the stone wall is an elderly old man, their grandfather, and Kana's father, Aber, a demi-human with similar features to his grandson, with the exception of his outward look being more beast-like – long reptile face, covered from head to toe in pinkish red scales, and having 4 fingers - has white hair, tufted and unruly as his grandson, wearing a black Chinese outfit in the sun, and holding a telescope in one hand.
"Good morning, Sammy, Erby!" Aber waved at him with his item on hand, smiling down.
"Morning Grandpa," Samantha replied.
"Hey, gramps." Erb did the same but ends with a retort, "And stop calling me Erby!"
The old man isn't someone whom Erb would describe as a respectable elderly man, but rather a perverted old geezer who passes what little time he had remaining by spying on any voluptuous lady from afar. Still, for several odd reasons his actions have been tolerable, harmless – though, he was given one warning from a police officer who came by over a complaint. To this day, however, he still didn't know how old his grandfather actually was and could never get a clear answer from him either.
"Looks like you're running a little late again!" Aber pointed out, casually, adjusting his lens at his grandchildren, and sends his grandson his own snappy answer. "And no, I will not stop calling you that."
"Of course not…sigh, we're leaving."
"Yes yes, you best be off!" He turned back to the boy, just to grin smugly. "Drive safely."
"I'm always careful."
The young boy drives off to the streets and hurries on to school, yet faintly hears their mother yelling out at their grandfather; scolding him for spying on the neighbors yet again, when he shouldn't be.
As they cruise through the vacant streets of the suburban district with little to no traffic, they enter a ramp leading them into an expressway mainly used by small vehicles. The express route is contained between a wide-open view of the Atlantic Ocean on one side, and a national park on the other elevated on top of stone walls.
For 3 years now, he had driven through the same route 5 days a week, to and back – the first year spent with his mother taking him to school via a minivan before he received his scooter license - and the ocean view combined with the sea crisp air never gets old for him. His sister, on the other hand, didn't share the same sentiment; using him to shield her face and hair from the harsh winds. Still, the tranquility of the road wasn't enough to purge him of the mental strains he's been enduring since waking up.
The current time is 8:21 am, and after passing one last curve, their final destination is in plain view.
Built on top of an artificially made island, spanning over 216 acres, with full-size sports fields and state of the art facilities to accommodate more than 12000 students, with the full view of the seaside on one side, connected by one bridge on the other, stretching over 2438 meter. The school is named the Multinational High school – MN High – a highly distinguished public institution, with a positive reputation in atmosphere, academics, and performance, but in addition to an entrance exam that is legendarily difficult to pass.
Erb was lucky enough to attend, in spite of his barely satisfactory grade. His sister though fared far better, which she never let's go of; hanging her success over her older brother's success.
As the skies beyond the treetops become visible, just beyond the region east of his location, the young boy's eyes are drawn to the technological marvel piercing through the heaven, one of four superstructures classified as Orbital Elevators, spanning across the equator of the world, capable of transporting large bulks of goods to nearly anywhere, one of which being the delivery of engine parts for space vessels, and providing clean, pure, solar energy to the entire modern world through rows of solar panels installed far past Earth's orbit.
The one in front of his eyes was named words, The Valor;
His view of the sky is then quickly disrupted by the appearance of three large flying machines, humanoid in design, belonging to the nearby military base further up north.
Mobile Suits; biped machines piloted by one individual within its cockpit – an all-purpose fighting machine. Soaring overhead at an astonishing speed, breaking the sound barrier at one point, their sonic booms shook the tree lines and redirects the boy's gaze back at the road.
Within the next few minutes, they arrive at the school bridge's toll booth, and greet the morning shift security guards; a human woman with brown hair tied in a bun, and beside her is a male demi-human with traits similar to a rhinoceros.
After they swipe their ID's over a small terminal by the booth, they were permitted to pass, and shortly later, over the bridge, they enter the school's plaza; circular in design, with 8 evenly cut grass lawns scattered across its interior, bordered off by yellow brick roads. The school building crescent around it on one side, leaving the other assessable for bus and smaller automobiles to come and out.
Mingling in the plaza are their fellow classmates, a mixed bag of different races - humans, elves, orcs, sirens, lamias, centaurs, and many more; another quality MN High is best known for – diversity.
Erb drives up to the curb of the school and lets his sister off first. Samantha, spotting her friends nearby, departs her brother's side.
"See you at lunch," she said, immediately dashing away, unknowingly reminding him of one large mistake. "…Shit…I forgot to bring my lunch!... Oh well."
In a rather large rectangle shape parking lot, he left his vehicle in a small box shape space marked on the ground in hand, only to be startled by the sound of a car horn from behind. He turns about face just in time to see a cyan color 4 door sedan rolling up behind him.
Inside, two familiar faces caught his attention. One of them calls him out.
"Morning!"
Sitting in the shotgun seat is his best friend, Sai Fugitaka - a human of Japanese descent, with short, spiky yet tamed brown hair and dark brown eyes. His uniform is much the same as his own - navy blue and gold; identifying them as Junior year, or 3rd year, students.
On the driver's seat is his sister, Aiko, 25 years old, dawning a faint green blouse over a grass green shirt, and white short. Her hair – shoulder length - and eye colors are much the same.
With his small scare gone, the demi-human walks over and greets the two siblings. "Heya."
He watches Sai step out of the car and waves his sister farewell.
"Thanks, sis. Don't overwork yourself, okay!?"
"I'll be fine."
"Bye Aiko!" Erb shouted as she drove off.
"You just got here, or have you been waiting for me?" Sai questioned.
The demi boy answers him sarcastically, "course I just got here. Why would I be waiting for you?"
"Because we're friends?"
"Maybe on a good day. A really good day."
"Well aren't you cold," his friend pointed out, most likely noticing his own fatigue still lingering on his face in the form of dark bags under his eyes. "Haven't been sleeping much?"
"Bad dreams."
"Of what?"
"Not sure…I mean, I'm not sure what to make of it…them. It's just, bizarre."
"Huh…maybe you're just too worked up."
"Maybe. I haven't had much time doing my own thing as of lately."
"Like writing that book of yours?"
"Yup. Just too much homework, and…other stuff."
"Club stuff?"
"Ahuh. I'm getting stressed…Now that I think about, I've been stress eating for the past few days!"
"Like what? Twinkies?"
"That, and Flan." Erb can still remember the sweet, cool, and soft texture of the desert as though it was still in his mouth.
"Ooh, that's too much. You should exercise sometimes to get rid of that junk – it might be therapeutic."
"Thanks mister black belt."
"Black belt 2nd dan!"
"Sorry!" Erb jested.
Their ears are soon met with a shout from down behind.
"OH-H, SAI!"
They spun around, and the red boy observes a blonde girl leaping onto Sai, wrapping her arms around his chest. He immediately knew her to be Lyla Berkins, another one of his friends – or rather an acquaintance - he met during his first year as high schoolers.
Cute, smart, but a bit spoiled, Lyla is Sai's ever-loving girlfriend and a rich girl.
This chick…
Although the Asian teenager adored her personality, Erb finds her actions and behavior to be rather cringy – having no shame in pressing her chest against a boy in board daylight. Though, secretly, he was rather jealous of the treatment.
"Lyla…" Sai muttered, "You're making a scene…"
But she ignores his small request and continues squeezing him. "Never!"
"In what language is a 'bear hug' equivalent to 'hello'?" He asked tut-ting, but she gleefully continues. "My own, silly!"
Finally, she looks to the demi-humans. "Hi, Erb!... You look…not so great."
The red teen, disgruntled about becoming their third wheel, tries to hide his annoyance behind his weary grin.
"Hi, Lyla." He managed, faintly. "And thanks for mentioning it."
The sound of an engine settling further back from where they came diverts their focus, along with some of the other students. The source resounds from a black 4 door car, classic yet elegant. Parked on the side of the road, an elderly elven chauffeur gracefully exits out and moves to the back to then open the passenger door. Exiting out is a young lady with sun shining long pink hair, and deep blue eyes matching perfectly with her black pupil and her fair peach skin.
"Thank you, Maxwell." She said sweetly to her chauffeur, "Have a safe trip back home."
"Certainly mistress." The elf humbly nodded; his accent sharp and British. "Should I retrieve you at the same hour as yesterday?"
"Not today. I have club activities to attend to. Pick me up around 4:30. "
"Very well then. Do take care."
As the elf man enters his car and drives off, the girl was left by herself and enters a crowd of now flustered students.
Erb, standing beside Sai and Lyla, observes his classmates who were within close proximity to the pink hair girl, passing their greetings to her, treating her like a celebrity.
Sylvia Von Argones - the sole daughter of a highly prestigious family, even by MN high standards. Her father is the mayor of Velium city - the biggest multicultural hotspot and the most economically flourishing city in the entire world, located at the very bottom of the continent known as Erban in the form of a peninsula and is south of the national park and MN high - whereas her mother is the acting governor of the state which the city inhabits – both influential members of society.
He can recount the hundreds of times he had seen this very scene before, starting from his freshman years, where everyone used to be terribly cautious and nervous towards her due to her social status.
Much like her parents, she also takes up a leadership position within the school's government – a student council - acting as a Public Relations officer for 2 years in a row - but also participates in the school's archery club – she is considered to be one of their best members.
That was all Erb knew about her, no thanks to being with Lyla, who is friends with Sylvia – spouting out all sorts of information on a whim. He and Sai eat lunch with Sylvia from time to time, though the red boy hardly ever sparks a subject discussion with her, simply because there was nothing he has in mind to talk about. And it didn't help that he wasn't the most sociable person to talk to unless a topic sparks his interest.
Out of the blue, Lyla broke off from Sai and Erb and bounds over to her friend. "Hey, Sylvia!"
She in return, replies much the same, revealing her pearly white smiles. "Hello, Lyla!"
Sylvia makes eye contact with Lyla's friends and relays to them the same. "Good morning!"
"Hi!" Sai properly return her gesture whereas Erb nonchalantly waves back.
The two girls break away from the plaza, joining another, larger, group, whereas the boys were left behind.
"How come we're not friends with those people?"
"Don't know." Erb has no inkling in joining and starts to walk. "Class is about to start soon."
"But we still got 7 minutes."
"Well, I want to get in early."
"What's the rush?"
"Well, for one, I don't want to be marked late today, and - "
He suddenly gets cut off by someone calling for him from a distance. "Erb!"
"Who is it now?"
Running painfully towards him is a human, slightly shorter than the 2 teens with brown fluffy hair and thick glasses, and wears their school uniform, only his outline colors are green, signifying him to be a year ahead of them.
"It's Johnny."
Johnny Leann - their senior, and president of the school's newspaper (Erb's club) - stops in front of them, while panting heavily as though he had gone through a marathon.
"Sup," Sai greeted him.
"Hey," Johnny weakly replied.
"You ok there, buddy?" Erb halfheartedly asked, feeling guilty over his rash attitude earlier. But he sees his senior not having noticed his outburst by his question."
"Yeah….no…no, I am not fine! One stupid thing after another."
"What happened?"
"Three things. First! Did you finish your report?"
"Um-"
He takes a moment to remember what exactly he meant, but in no time, he recalls having spent last night writing out his article regarding the upcoming karate tournament being held at their school the following weekend. His task was simply to ask the club members on their thoughts of the upcoming event, and even asked Sai on his opinion since he is a member of the team participating. He wrote all he heard and typed it in his DOS Pad (A microcomputer device in the form of a tablet; 15 inches high, 10 inches wide, and as thin as a gossip magazine) and even sent the document to his president via email.
"- Yeah, I finished it, and sent a copy to your email."
"Ah dammit," he cursed in a low voice.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Second! I can't access my email right now. Do you have it on you?"
"Not really, but I can pull it up it on my phone?"
"Oh good! Phew. Ok, download that document and meet me after school in our club room so I get it."
"Sure. But is that all? You could've just texted me that. Heck, you could have just gotten it from your own phone."
"Third! I lost my phone somewhere, hence, panicking!"
"Oh ok…this all makes sense now."
"Definitely," Sai chimed in.
"Now, I'm going back to look! Hopefully, its somewhere in the parking lot."
"Drink some water first," Sai suggested. "Or rest some more. You look worse than Erb."
"I'm fine. I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Oh totally!" They next see him rebound back up with a face filled with a new sense of vigor and resumes jogging off elsewhere. "Remember Erb! Club room! After school!"
Once they lose sight of him, they head inside, and with no more interruptions, they finally arrive in homeroom, just before the first bell rang.
The demi-human seats himself in the middle of the class, and spies Sai and Lyla sitting near the windows, together, as always. Several more students begin to pile in, one after the other, and the last to enter was a snake woman with orange scales complimenting her silky-smooth coral human feature, and orange long hair tied as a ponytail, acting as their homeroom teacher. Placing herself behind a podium, she looks up to make a quick observation of the room, spotting most of the seats to be occupied by someone.
"Good Morning everyone," she greeted warmly, and the entire classroom responds in unison, "Good Morning Miss Himeu."
"I see almost everyone is here today. But just in case let's do a quick roll call."
As the snake woman calls out everyone's name in alphabetical order, the red boy's eyes wander towards what lies beyond the windows - an endless scene much like in his phantom world, but full of color and vibrancy. With the morning he had, he needed to take a breather, and just observing the clouds move in their own rhythm was bringing him peace of mind. However, he'd rather do that at home, where his bed is.
I can't wait to get home.
Faraway, in another galaxy…
In a faraway place, beyond the boundaries of the Milky Way galaxy lies its closest neighbor, the Canis Major Dwarf galaxy, and located on its outer rim is a heated battle between two colliding space faring armies, waging fiercely for the past few hours for the possession of the very system they fight upon.
Several astronomical units away from the local star, a fleet of ships that are the size of the Earth's largest naval destroyer, covered in gold but shimmering in white light, defend themselves against another armada, comprising of large carriers, composed of both inorganic and organic materials.
The race who command the golden chariots, call themselves the Lux Aurea's, or Aureaians - a galactic confederation composed of technologically advanced civilization, governed by powerful leaders ranging from extraordinary strength to phenomenal abilities.
On the other side of the fray, are a plaguing menace they have encountered nearly a century ago. They are known as the Kaoticons - armored beasts with reptilian characteristics, an insatiable appetite for dominance, and are said to have the abilities beyond comprehension.
In the ensuing battle, on a local asteroid belt, a small band of confederation soldiers, wearing bronze metallic suits – reminiscent to medieval knights – found themselves surrounded from all angles and outnumbered. Like their chariots, they are also coated with a white glow, caused by a spell they cast upon themselves, allowing them to fight in the vacuum of space.
One of the soldiers, an aged veteran - 98 years old, human, yet appearing to be in his late 40's - leads the group who were once a part of the vanguard force, tasked to repel the assault. His company consisted of terrified recruits fresh off the military academy, with little to no real combat experience.
He had survived several hundred engagements throughout his career in the army, from starting out just like his fellow younger companions to commanding a battalion of his own and earning himself several distinctions for his bravery and valor. However, the white titans had made all conventional means of warfare he and many of his seasoned allies had been accustomed to, rendered meaningless and useless, due to their sheer abnormal strength and numbers.
Tails larger than their limbs and as long as their body. Topping well over nine feet with bodies that put a world-class bodybuilder to shame. Completely plated with a natural defense thicker than most discovered metals, their eyes lie beneath their facial mask – making them blind - and have neither ears nor a nose. But they make up their disabilities by developing their own ways to detect an individual's presence – sensing the life force of an individual and adjusting their eyes to perceive electromagnetic waves emitted of any living and non-living being. They are also equipped with razor-sharp claws, needle-sharp teeth, both which can tear through the strongest of metals on Earth and can channel their own life force into destructive use.
The old man's own silver armor classifies him to be a higher rank than his bronze subordinates, and his battle prowess was also another indicator – he himself could handle a dozen or so of the creatures by himself. But the enemy numbers in the hundreds to thousands, far too many for him to handle alone, and extremely too difficult for his men to overcome in their disorganized state.
"Stand tall men! Defense Form! Up!"
Under pressure, all of the soldiers shamble themselves into a circular formation with shields in front and their weapons by their side.
The reptilian behemoths took note of their action and chose now to begin the slaughter. The hardened section over their faces begin to crack open, and underneath their pale exterior are sets of enormous sharp teeth made to grind flesh into mincemeat and large quantities of drool oozing out of their jaws. They lunge at the braced soldiers, eager to eat their flesh and bones for the chance to gain even greater strength.
But then a large blue stream of intense heat halved the horde, causing disarray in their charge. They eventually made a swift retreat following in the time of a large presence looming behind their preys.
The soldiers, temporarily blinded by the luster of the attack, staring towards the direction from which it originated.
Standing on top of a scorched-to-glass asteroid, they spot a young lady; sky blue short hair, clad in a sky-blue platinum armor.
The old veteran caught a glimpse of her and by the time he realized who she was, all of the soldiers under him roar out in bliss.
"THE PRINCESS IS HERE!"
"WE'RE SAVED!"
"PRINCESS AURORA HAS COME TO SAVE US!"
With a single finger, she taps a blue color ring hovering over her right ear and relays a message to every soldier still alive and fighting.
"To every soldier currently fighting, evacuate this area immediately and return back to the main fleet at once. I repeat, evacuate this area immediately!"
Anyone who heard her was hesitant at first, seeing as how it was their duty to hold the line for their plan to succeed. But the fact that it came from their princess, who is hailed to be one of the strongest warriors in their entire army – a Platinum Class capable of busting planets on a whim – was enough of a reason to heed. And so, they all did as they were told, bringing their injured with them as quickly as they could.
Aurora watches the droves of her people flying past her but is disheartened by how few of them there were – less than a quarter of what they started with.
"Princess!"
Approaching her from behind are two of her personal royal guards. One of them is a tall white-haired man with long pointed ears, dawning purple, black and gold color sets. Next to him is a young girl with long dark blue hair fashioned as a ponytail and wore a similar outfit as the princess with a different color scheme – dark blue, black and gold. Both of them are classified as Black Gold Class – second below her own.
"Strider. Extella." She respectively named.
Her subordinates land and kneel before her.
"Princess, you shouldn't rush in like that!" Strider spoke out. "Master Eraq had not ordered us to move in yet. It is too soon for you to enter the field."
Extella chipped in, albeit resignedly. "Please your majesty, we need to return back and fortify our front line again!"
"I am the front line!" She clarified in a deeper tone. "I will hold them off by myself and buy time for Eraq's forces to finish their preparations. They should be finishing up the global portal soon."
Aurora sees a few of the soldiers struggling to get back and orders her close aids, "I want you two to help any stragglers back to the fleet, is that understood!?"
"But, your majesty-"
Aurora beats her to the punch and raises her voice, "That's enough! I need the battlefield cleared or else I won't be able to fight effectively. You know that."
Her words made sense to Strider the most and Extella notices his compliance with his nod.
"As you command, princess," Strider obeyed.
Accepting her orders, he stands up, lifts his hand and produces a purple spark which swiftly expands around him in the form of thick threads. The threads then spread out and attach to all of the soldiers too wounded to make it back by their own strength.
"We will be praying for your success and safe return princess."
Her comrades then begin to fly back where they came from with the soldiers in tow.
Further away, Extella creates a new communication line with Strider and questions his quick decision. "We should have stayed with her."
"And do what exactly? Help her?"
"That is our job!"
"You know better than anyone we'd be a liability to her. We'd be caught in her field."
"If we were careful, we wouldn't be!" She barked back.
"Is that right? Then go right ahead and fight by her side. Hold her back again like the last time."
"That wasn't my…"
Strider heard no more from her but can see her anxiety and frustration from her exposed hand violently quivering on her side. "I understand you feel more obligated to help because you're related by blood. But the truth is, neither you or I can do anything to assist her. We're just not strong enough. Not yet anyway. All we can do now is help her not relive that again."
"I know that," she whispered, and managed to calm herself, but only by a small margin.
Back at the vacated battlefield, Aurora, the sole guardian, spots the opposition returning back with several dozen ships in two, along with their inhabitants pouring out in massive swarms.
"Raida!"
Saying the word triggers her armor to shine, and out from her chest plate came a large metallic mobile platform fitted with a bow-like cannon, now in her hands. She takes up her weapon, points it at the fleet, and pulls the string back as far as she could, using her entire arm's span to do so. Her body starts to ooze out a shallow white mist, then gushes upward into a geyser, only to then reside into her weapon, engulfing it with the same luminous. Much like the creatures, Aureaian soldiers, including herself, are capable of harnessing their own inner strength. They call it Aura.
She molds her strength into a white long spear, perfect in design, and elegant as glass, but far too big for any normal yield.
She let the string loose, taking with it her spear arrow. It soars through the empty void, facing no resistance whatsoever. Within a second it reached halfway to the horde, and it burst into thousands of pieces, each a copy of the original in both size and appearance, and scatters everywhere.
Many tried to dodge them but were caught unaware by their unforeseen movements, aggressively homing on their position with pinpoint accuracy, inevitably piercing through their hide, and detonated into series of white and blue explosions, mixed with red and purple caused by the volatile fuel of the ships.
Half of them were gone by the time the last explosion erupted, yet in place of them, large tears in space open up to reveal several more Hives exiting out of slip space.
She performs 4 more volleys at them, and her attacks hit their mark. However, 9 of the carriers survived; bigger in size with thicker hulls. Many of the beasts used them as cover, becoming wise to her tactics.
The princess ceases her assault, reserving her stamina for later. For now, she managed to thin them out, leaving the rest for her to handle up close.
She makes her Raida vanish and with a simple wave of her hand, she materializes 2 dark blue longswords out of her suit – sharp enough to cut their hull and durable to the point of near indestructible. With a bend of the knee, she then propels off of the asteroid with tremendous speed, utilizing her aura as a means for acceleration and propulsion. She heads straight towards the nearest hive, encountering rows of foot soldiers, all eager to taste the strength emanating off of her presence for themselves.
But not a single one of them could even scratch her, and those who were within arm's reach only tasted the metal of her blades.
As one attacks her head on, she cleaved it in 2 without fail, and follows her first swing into several more, essentially killing several enemies with just one motion. She soon rushes to one, stabbing it through its midsection and pushes on, using her meat shield to plow through the rest. Eventually, she tosses the corpse aside and dives down to a floating metal debris once belonging to her own armada. Before she touches down, she chants out a single word.
"Magnas."
Her spell helped magnetize her boots onto the platform, allowing her to stay on it, rather than bounce off.
Alongside her ability to manipulate Aura, she also holds a second source of power within her arsenal; the skill to conjure magic and control Mana.
From there, she spreads her legs apart, leans forward, right foot in front, and left foot far back. As she watches the white beasts move in, huddling up in a more concentrated area, she pours her aura into her left leg, charges it up, and then let's loose a sundering kick, hurdling the stored energy out as a giant blue current, clearing her path of the white beasts. She dashes past the remainder, only to be flanked from a group below. Four combatants reach her, only to be cut down right after. However, amidst the diced bodies, 2 more burst out, firing mouth blast her, knocking her weapons off her hands. She remains relativity unscathed thanks to the white emissions covering her but had nothing to defend against their claws and teeth. Or so she leads them to believe.
"Gladius Vitae!"
Suddenly, her weapons move with vigor, and impale their attackers before they even knew. Another monster creeps up behind, jaw wide open, intent on chomping her head off. She counters by flipping backward, using her own momentum to wind up another kick, using her plated foreleg to smash its head into its body, sending it flying to another pack.
She then summons forth 2 more swords, then spins around, firing off crescent shape beams to all direction with each stroke, clearing the area once more. Her first 2 weapons return and float by her side as she continues on to another nearby horde, creating a trail of bodies and floating pools of their blood, staining her own once pristine clothing and pearl skin.
In her peripheral view, she spots the front portions of another hive ship attempting to ram at her, intent on crushing her.
But their actions were wasted.
The blue hair girl simply maneuvers above and lands on top, chanting Magnas once more, allowing her to stay bound on the exterior. From there she plunges her 2 sabers, and then musters her aura once more, letting it go wild inside. Any combatant unfortunate enough to be beneath her were vaporized by the outpour of her own spirit until it punctures right out the other side. Aurora then stands up, grabs hold of them, and while the blue rays persisted, she frees them with an outward swipe, essentially ripping the entire ship in two.
The resulting explosion hurdles her off – unharmed – and lands on top of another, to then run across its entirety at great speed, stomping out energy columns through the soles of her feet after varying interval of steps.
From a distance, it would have seemed as though the ship was being stapled by pillars each as devastating as the last.
Instantly, something burst out far ahead of her, a different specimen of the killing machines, far larger than the ones she fought by several times and had 4 long arms. It stands its ground, opens its mouth and fires off a red blast. But the warrior presses on, pushing it back without losing any speed, and cuts through, decapitating the giant in the process. Reaching over the edge where the engines are, she finishes it off with one last attack, throwing a dual crescent beam taking the shape of a large "X", shredding her target, causing a chain reaction throughout the entire vessel, ending in a burst of red and purple flames.
The last of the enemy combatants bear down on her from above, pitting their full effort into destroying the lone warrior in their relentless red hail storm of long-distance strikes. She made use of her flying blades to block some of them, but in the end, none of their strikes could hit her, much less deter her conviction and courage.
Like a comet soaring through the darkness of space, Aurora resumes her advance into their territory, leaving a faint wisp of her life force in the star-infested beyond, and obliterating any who dare stand up to her.
But far away, stationed closer to the system's local star is the bulk of the Kaoticon's fleet, numbering over 80 in total, most of them bigger than the ones currently engaging against the lone Platinum.
Aboard the largest of them - their mothership – sits one of the armored monstrosity, but painted with a dreadful shade of dark purple, drenched in authority and fear. Like the rest, he was covered in his natural guard from head to toe but other than his outward color palate, on his forehead is a large blade horn, and his shoulders covered with large curvature plates. Excluding his horn, his overall height exceeds 13 feet from head to toe – 21 feet from head to tail - towering over his lesser 9 feet tall brethren's, and his overall weight a little over 2 tons due to his large yet dense muscle mass and natural armor.
Though absent of any eyes, his entire demeanor is fully focused on the holographic projection hovering in the middle of his control room – the bridge – and had been watching the entire battle unfold from start to present.
One of his minions then rushes by his feet with the short summary of their confrontation thus far.
"Master Argon, we have already lost more than a dozen of our ships and we believe the Aureaian fleet have started conducting their planet-wide teleportation of our intended target; what are your orders!?"
Argon, the acting shipmaster of the fleet, tilts his head down with his arm supporting him, taps his fingers in a boorish manner, but responds in a cold tone that left the others to feel a brief chill down their spines.
"Order them to continue fighting." Argon sat upright, and in response to his small movement, the messenger staggers back in fright. "We will use the ones currently engaging with the girl as decoys as we retreat to another system. Fighting here any longer would only be a waste of time."
"But, my master, some of our vessels are too heavily damaged from our initial engagement to make the journey, and many of them are beyond repair. They would be stranded!"
Without warning, Argon quickly opens his palm and in a blink of an eye, produced an intense purple flash, smoldering his subordinate into ash in a mere instant. The rest shrieked in horror as they could hear their fallen comrade's last scream echo throughout the ship.
"I have no use for garbage." He gestured to the ones left standing for a response. "Any more objections?"
Without another word they all went to work, doing his bidding.
His initial goal in this engagement was to take over the planet for the purpose of feeding and growing his troops. He had managed to conquer every single one he had come across, but the girl's presence on the battlefield was an unexpected obstacle.
Was.
"Are you satisfied now?" Argon distastefully asked. "You have clearly seen her in…action."
Walking up by his right side is a male being, human in stature, shrouded in a black cloak, wearing a black nontransparent mask with 2 pairs of spikes protruding behind. The man speaks with clarity, unhindered by his headgear.
"Not quite. This isn't enough to verify my theory."
"Yes; the so-called power which you described before…being able to destroy worlds and such," he boorishly recalled. "I admit I once wanted to see this…'thing' for myself. But now…I'm unimpressed."
"You speak the truth; I was looking forward to witnessing the full might of this…fabled warrior I heard so much. A young lady; a deity among her people."
"A deity!?" The shipmaster scoffed, treating it as an overblown exaggeration. "You talk as though you know what it is… In fact, I am suspecting you want it to be."
"Let's say I've seen its kind first hand, and it is a force of reckoning. If she is, in fact, the genuine article, she could bring us one step closer to our goal."
"And that is?"
The man stayed quiet for some time, hinting his awareness of what he was doing – gathering information about him. "Classified, I'm afraid. The agreement in our alliance only goes so far. I'm sure your leader - your general - mentioned that to you."
"…clearly." The beast backed down.
"Still, I am... disappointed, to say the least. She has yet to show her true self throughout this ordeal; most likely due to how weak your troops are."
"Then why don't you fight her yourself. See if your…'theory', is correct?"
His callous remark was easily detected by everyone in the room, but little man obliged him. "As fun as that may be… actually."
He startles the purple giant by marching away as though he had a purpose.
The Kaoticon beckons him, "And where do you think you're going?"
He stops shortly after, and indulges him, "Draw her in as close as possible, and when I blow up the sun, I'm going to need you to this ship and your fleet ready to jump. Quickly."
The moment Argon heard him mention destroying the star their currently next to, he growls menacingly, "And why…would you do that?"
"I'm going to give her an ultimatum; she can either use her gift to stop the star from going supernova…or, she will notice your ships, ready to jump out of our system, realizing it would be her only path to survival, and try to tag along for the ride, to escape the blast…ideally, I'm hoping for the latter. Of course, there is the probability of her attempting to stop me, attempt to get back to her fleet as fast as possible, or just letting herself get killed in the process. But from what I have seen, she would seem easy to handle, she isn't fast enough nor has a means of teleportation and is not the suicidal type. Is that a good enough reason for you, Ship Master."
Argon, stoned face throughout their conversation, finally sheds a maniacal grin, accidentally letting out a dark purple blaze out from his shoulders, terrifying the lower echelons. Throughout the entire ship, his excitement can be felt as death's hand creeping up from behind, slowly digging its knife-like finger into the nape of your neck; cold and sharp. The only person not affected by his malicious presence is the man who caused him to be this way.
And as crazy as it sounded, he made no objections to the idea; rather, he wholeheartedly wished he had thought of it earlier himself. Yet, he made an inquiry, mentioning one other possibility. "And what would happen if she is who you are looking for…but dies as the result of your…experiment…Director Kingsley?"
"Then nothing; if she'd die by a supernova, then she wouldn't be able to fulfill our requirements. As you just said, we have no use…for garbage."
This is the 1st episode of CrimZon. Hope You enjoyed it and leave a comment if you want.
OC:
1) Erb Kinomoto
2) Kana Kinomoto
3) Sylvia Von Argones
4) Maxwell
5) Kinue Fujitaka
6) Lyla Berkins
7) Samantha Maxon
8) O'Neill Maxon
9) Daniel Maxon
10) Aber Kinomoto
11) Johnny Leann
12) Aurora Lux Aurea
13) Eraq
14) Extella
15) Strider
16) Miss Himeu
17) Argon
18) Kingsley
