A Fight of Flux

Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football or any of its characters. All writings are for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of those who read them.

This is AU and because of that the Flux wars happened hundreds of years ago and not 15 as in the show.

Chapter 1: Of Ice and Snow

Snow fell from the sky. This was not unusual as the snow hardly ever stopped these days. In a way that was a blessing, it covered all tracks and therefore hid all suspicious activity from the eyes of the Flux Society's police force. However the bitter cold was making illness rife and the already overworked people were falling ill left, right, and centre. This of course was of no concern to the owners of the mills and factories, all they cared about was money. Akillian was a dying planet, the constant snow made crops impossible except in special greenhouses and then the crops that were grown were priced so high that no one could afford them except for the nobility that bought it in bulk to be shipped to their homes on the Akillian moon. The snow storms on Akillian had been steadily getting worse bringing with them less food and more death.

Through the heavily falling snow ran three teenage boys all in white. Each of them were carrying a backpack with something stolen in it. The hoods pulled up and goggles on to avoid being blinded by the snow they ran down side streets and through alleyways to avoid their pursuers, members of the Flux Society police force. The snow proved itself to be an ally in this situation as it hid them well from the eyes of the enemy. Their white clothes added to this and they found it relatively easy to lose their pursuers. However they still made many detours through the run down streets of the town when making their way back to the clubhouse. One thing growing up with a thieving crew had taught them: you can never be too careful. Always be cautious and never trust anyone because everyone will betray you if given the chance. The three boys while always being cautious, trusted each other with their lives as they found it easier to survive in if they had someone on their side to help them. They continued through the snow thankful of the heavy fall that was covering their tracks for them and eventually reached the clubhouse. The Clubhouse was essentially an old, crumbling building that had been abandoned to its fate years before. Their club had moved in there only a few months ago and it was a better place than the last clubhouse had been so no one really complained about the crumbling building. The clubhouse itself was perfect for its purpose. It had enough rooms to house the crew members and provide them with as much safety was possible under the circumstances. It was tall enough that the top floor was used as a lookout station. The previous clubhouse had not had one and had involved one unlucky person sitting on the roof all night but they had moved on from there, they moved clubhouse every six months or so to avoid detection by the Flux Societies police force the Yoma. With one last check to make sure they weren't followed, the three boys enter the building and pull their hoods down and their goggles off.

"That went well." One of the boys, a red-head, said.

"It would have went better if Micro-ice hadn't made all that noise and alerted the police." Another boy said. His hair was a deep blue/black and he had a little goatee beard. His accent was foreign sounding.

"It wasn't my fault!" The last, and shortest of the three exclaimed. "If that robo-cat hadn't gotten in my way everything would have been fine."

The other boys rolled their eyes and carried the bags up stairs, dumping them in the middle of the room on the worn and slightly splintered wooden floor. The boy with blue/black hair turned and made his way to another flight of stairs. He made his way up and then to the room at the end of the corridor, stepping over pieces of plaster that had chipped from the walls. He opened the door and went inside. The walls in this room were just as chipped as the ones in the hall and the wooden floor just as aged and splintered as in the rest of the house. The room was bare other than a chair and a little table and an old broken bed. On this bed, wrapped up in old hole filled blankets, lay another teenage boy, his features identical to those of the boy who now moved across the room to sit on the chair. The sleeping boys breathing was laboured and he was flushed with a fever that seemed to deepen with every breath and always seemed to come back no matter what was done. His hair was damp with the sweat from the fever and slightly matted. He had been sick for weeks and his brother was worried. It seemed that every time he took this fever it lasted a little longer and came back sooner. The boy in the chair had to wonder how long his little brother had left on the world. Pushing the thoughts of death away he gently shook the sleeping boy. "Ahito." He said "Little brother wake up, it's time for your medicine." He gained only mumbles before Ahito's eyes, identical to his own, opened and looked up at him. "Medicine" he repeats his heart sinking at how ill his brother was. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a bottle of pills, just one of the things he had stolen that day. The little brother moved his cracked lips and managed to croak out in a voice almost gone:

"Thran…don't want to."

Thran just shook his head. "This will make you better. I promise." He always said that. Every new pill they tried he always told Ahito it would work even when he did not know himself. He helped Ahito sit up so that he could take two of the pills and wash it down with some water from the old chipped jug on the table. The second he has swallowed the pills Ahito lay down again. Thran hated seeing his brother like this, he wished they could afford to have a doctor look at him and give him medication that worked. But they did not have the money. The crew was barely scraping by as it was and the leaders would not give the money to have a doctor look at someone whose time, they assumed, was rapidly running out. "I'll bring you up some food later, okay?" He would try to make Ahito eat it and if he was lucky the younger brother would have a few mouthfuls. Ahito nodded to him and his eyes slid shut into another feverish sleep. Thran got up and headed back down the main area where now all members of the crew were sitting.

"They says he's not a force to be reckoned with…" Magnus, the crew leader was saying. He was an intimidating man, around six foot and four inches and muscled to match. His was missing his right eye and had countless scars from his time in the army and then in skirmishes with the Yoma. He always wore a tank top and combat trousers and boots, he seemed not to feel the bitter cold of the planet. "They says them mines changed him."

"What do you mean?" the red-head, D'Jok, asked. His eyes wide as he listened.

"Something snapped inside him, didn't it?!" Magnus said. "Found powers we all thought was long gone. Powers only the old legends talk about."

"What like Flux?" D'Jok asked, eyes wide, he really believed in the old legends and that normal people could have flux.

"I guess so." Magnus shrugged. "What I hears is that he's hurting the nobles, slitting their throats while they sleep and burning their houses to the ground. The last thing I heard was that he was heading this way to Akillian."

D'Jok's eyes widened even more. "The survivor. The Survivor is coming to Akillian?!"

"That's just what I hears." Magnus said with a shrug.

"That is amazing!" D'Jok exclaimed his eyes darting to the window as if he might see the Survivor there.

Magnus shrugged again. "If you believe in that stuff I guess." He was not well educated but he was practical and knew what it took to survive in a world where the people had nothing. There was no place for legends or figures that may not exist.

"Of course I believe it. The Survivor coming here is destiny! I can feel it!" D'Jok got to his feet. "It's my destiny to fight with him!"

"The sooner you get all that talk about destiny out of your head the better." Magnus said watching D'Jok with his one good eye. "You would be better to focus on surviving rather than this great destiny you say you have. Work on surviving, you will live longer."

"Let the kid dream." Tanaka, another member of the crew, said. "There is no harm in dreaming of a better time."

The crew nodded and then set about opening the bags of stolen food the boys had brought back for them. They would eat well at least for a few days, then there would have to be another trip to the market to steal from more innocent people just trying to make a living. Thran hated that, but he knew it was the only way to survive this world. When the food was cooked he took a plate up for Ahito and tried in vain to get his brother to eat more than a few bites. His mother would have known what to do but she and his father were dead now. Over worked and not earning enough to feed their family. They had starved and contracted an illness that killed them within days of each other. Since then Thran had done his best to take care of Ahito, but now a feeling of dread crept up on him as he watched Ahito slump into another exhausted feverish sleep after only two bites.

Upstairs from Thran and Ahito, D'Jok sat with Micro-ice on lookout duty. While Micro-ice chatted away he did not realize that D'Jok was not listening. Instead his mind going over and over the stories he had heard about the Survivor of the Mines. He had been from Akillian the stories said. He had once been the greatest thief that the galaxy had ever seen. Then he had been caught breaking into the Flux Society Headquarters. He had been sentenced to die in the Shadow Mines. Somehow he had survived. Yet no one knew his name or what he looked like. People disputed that he was real and with good reason. If he had been such a famous thief why did no one know his name? For people like D'jok who liked to dream such things did not matter. What mattered that the Survivor meant there was hope for a better future. He meant destiny.

…

On the other side of Akillian a figure hidden under a grey cloak moved silently though the empty streets. The people did not venture out at night, they feared the dark and all that it contained. The figure did not fear the dark. It concealed him and that gave him power. The figure made its way to an old house in another run down district. It was deserted. He went inside. He knew the place and did not see it in its run down state but rather he saw it like walking through an old memory. A little brother who he used to build rockets with and parents that worked too hard for the sake of their kids. This had been his home. His parents worked into an early grave and his brother who had once been the head of the rebellion had been in hiding for years. To put his plans in motion he needed a team, he would start by finding his brother.

Chapter one done. Reviews are lovely to read so I know what I did well and what I should work on. Hint Hint.
DH