Chapter 1 - the escape artist
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Hi, you may have noticed that I are did this chapter so it feels less mushy and rushed .If you are new here, hi! Don't be disappointed if the next chapter is worst because I am planning to re-do it. That is also one of the main reasons why I haven't been updating very often. As per usual : thank you to : couscouskasserole , littleluckylombax , Piggon , Thelilyofthevalley and Rachel for their support . Check them out ! Btw this chapter was updated on the 1st of February 2019
If the text shows up in bold (like this ) it is Lombax being spoken -keep in mind that Amber can't speak non-lombax without an auto-translator.
If the text is underlined and in bold and in italics it is Crenustean Lombax being spoken - this is for the future chapters.
If the text shows up in italics and is underlined it's someone's thoughts and they're important to the story .
I've made it past the orbital barrier. Once I left there was no going back. This was it. Months of preparation had led me here, and it was worth it, but my story doesn't start here. It began much earlier in my life. The great war, as you may know it, resulted in a downfall of the Lombaxes and the Cragmites. There's more to this ; the Lombaxes fled to a different dimension, all but one that is. That one Lombax left behind is my Father. Alister Azimuth, more specifically the Four-Bolt Magistrate of the Lombax Praetorian guard, an elder councilman for the Center for Advanced Lombax research, the architect of the Court of Azimuth was left behind. Isn't it crazy how someone's life can change in just one day? Just one mistake is all it takes to go down in history. He just made the wrong choice, which made him responsible for the downfall, or as I call it the "escape" of the Lombaxes. When I say it like that, doesn't it sound ridiculous? It is to me. All my life I was the downcast of society. And it's not even for something I did. In fact, my whole family is a downcast of society. And they say Lombaxes are supposed to be the most intelligent creatures in the universe...
But the past should be left as the past. I am leaving Utopia, the Lombax dimension. The lombaxes here were the survivors, I am lucky to be one of them. You see, when the war broke out I was just an infant , I never met my father. I've only ever seen photos. Despite what every Lombax in Utopia may say or think, I still want to meet him, or at least see the outside world. My Sister, Angela, went missing some years ago. The Authorities claim she's dead. I just want to see if she found a way out, or if it worked. A couple of months ago I was snooping through her room, and I found blueprints for a chip that allows dimensional travel. I was ecstatic. But this might not work. For months, I was studying those blueprints. Only to now obtain this chip.
My hands are on the steering wheel . My fingers are burning with excitement as I type in the dimensional travel sequence.
Nothing.
Disappointed, I pause only to hear "initiating dimensional travel sequence " and see a portal open before my eyes. I slowly head towards it suddenly gaining speed out of my control, pinning me to my seat .
I open my eyes to see... Space. But a different kind of space, more intricate, with colours like purple, pink and blue compared to the one home. There its just plain black .
"You are currently in the Cerulean sector of Polaris galaxy " I hear my ship's feminine, robotic voice again.
I say, "Can you give me a hologram of the Cerulean sector? " only to see one appear in front of me in nanoseconds.
"to your left you should see fastoon " I hear my ship again.
After a few moments of thinking, I decided it would be best to see fastoon as it is closer, putting Serenity into autopilot mode .
