Golden Sun: Rising Anew
Dawn of War
A man marches down a long cavernous hallway that appears to be more reminiscent to that of a factory or war machine, as it is laden with piping over steel plated walls while the flooring is merely steel grating, all of which shining a dull ominous silver with whatever light is originating from the entrance of the passage, with sounds of mechanical clanging and grunting reverberating through. The man in question appears to be wearing a suit that looks almost grafted to his skin with black leather, overlade with a circular plate of cobalt-blue metal over his chest with armguards, shin guards, boots, shoulder pads and an automated mask of the same colour.
His skin was another matter, as the top part of his face that wasn't hidden by his gear, from the bridge of his nose to his red eyebrows, was a light scaly green. The top of his head was matted down with a red you could believe was pink, however if said thought was voice, the person who uttered it would be cut down from the foot long dirks that he keep at the both of his sides. Flowing behind him was a cloak of a much darker blue emblazed with the image of a white dragon flying underneath a large white flame in the centre.
The mark of Prox
Lesson: the mechanical city of Prox
After the lighting of the Mars Lighthouse, rich veins of ores began show themselves around the structure, allowing new heights and experiments of engineering to take route, including weapons. By the year 200AGS (After the Golden Sun) Prox was the main distributor for metals, firearms and machinery, that was before the uprising took hold.
One man was capable of overthrowing the chief family, and brought about a dictatorship, cutting off all trade to the main lands and their engineering knowledge to the others. It has been nearly eight-hundred years since and only a select few in the world even know how to work some of the surviving machines today, and Prox had disappeared into history.
He reached the end of his walk to a large metal door, guarded by two soldiers that look as if they were hulking juggernauts of bronze and weaponry, with a bladed arm on the right and a fist on the left nearly twice the size of an average mans' head. Emotionless glowing points of light were staring at the man from underneath a domed head. A voice rang out clear, cold and void.
"Commander Azulus of the Cobalt division, hear on matters to discuss with Supreme Commander." The man replied, coming to a halt in front of the guardians. The cobalt division was the army's assassin and reconnaissance experts. There was a moment of pause before the soldier on the right responded with a voice as mechanical and cold as the surroundings.
"Commander Azulus. Proceed." Once the words were uttered, the door in front began to slowly open inwards with a whirl and a grind of gears and steam. As soon as possible, Azulus briskly walked in with the doorway quickly closing up, faster that they have opened and banishing the previous noises.
His surroundings changed yet again, abolished with the steel motif, instead the room was almost as large as a football pitch with walls that were lit by the dozen or so chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, were plastered with soft creams and yellows and decorated with swords of various styles, portraits of a man in the same armour as Azulus although in bronze and gold. Satin red drapes that hung from the ceiling, were tied together in the farthest corners that would normally cover an impossibly large screen, currently showing the map of Weyward and its current governing bodies. The flooring now replaced with exquisite fine-cut white marble that reverberated with piano music that coursed through the room. (Frederic Chopin – Nocturne piano solo) as he made his way towards the unoccupied chair behind the pianist, he glanced at the other two people in the room, sat in their own chair. His fellow captains.
Captain Emerod of the Viridian division aka the assault squad, with his arms crossed over his chest wore a suit of armour almost exactly the same as his own although without a cape, and branded with the mark in its own divisions' colour scheme, with a scale tone of light blue crowned by military cut, dark blue hair. His weapon of choice was smashed next to him, a mallet nearly nine feet of sickly obsidian with a six for the shaft, and the remaining three making the diameters of the ends of the weapon, with a four foot gap between them. He was the leader to nothing more than the grunts of the army, with himself just as mindless and violent as the rest of them. He was board listening to the soft musical solo, and resorted to staring off into space.
The other was... he never could tell if this person was either a man or a woman, and he dare not ask in case it was too insulting. Garbed in armour dissimilar to theirs, yet of a red colouring, carried an array of handguns along with a pole used to channel psynergy. Along with hair of lime green at shoulder length with a face neither too masculine nor feminine yet just as pretty with the violet scales adorning it. This was Commander Rosen of the Crimson division, of firearms and psynergy. And loved the music our Supreme commander played.
"it's about time you got here Azulus." Grunted Emerod. Freeing himself from his self induced trance, he turned his neck to glare at him.
"I arrived on time. It is you that arrived early." Azulus stated back, his voice still monotone.
"Enough." The pianist called. Adorning a suit of dissimilar bronze armour as theirs with the additions of cloak, a sword, a handgun, a broader set of shoulder guards and a full face helm in the style of a golden dragon, was the supreme commander. The only feature of his that was not an anyway part of the armour was the long flowing mane of light blue hair. "Let us begin." He stopped playing.
"Oohhhh! I wanted to hear more!" Rosen whine, the voice just adding further to the puzzle of the gender.
"Patience Rosen. First we work." S.P chided. He turned towards Azulus "What is the current situation in Hesperia?"
"Hesperia is under attack from Atteka over land and transport to the mainland. They can be easily defeated when ordered sir."
"Stem off attack for now. We may be fortunate in that they wipe each other out." He turned next to Rosen "And of Izumo?"
"Weellll... they are putting up a fight. Because they are so close to Gaia and Aqua Rock, it's fuelling their techniques to a greater extent than we predicted. It will be a little longer before we can have sushi." She pouted.
CRASH. Emerod had lifted and slammed the weighted end of his mallet on the floor making a large indent, his face livid. "Will you get serious Rosen! You're a leader of an army, start acting like it!" the green giant had roared. He then felt really nervous, glanced towards S.C. Although he didn't see it, Emerod felt the glare and the discontent like a dagger to the chest. It was only when the S.C speak after the feeling disappear did he get his knees to stop rattling.
"And what of the opporation in Angara?"
"W-Well the north position has been captured, wiping out the town of Lunpa and claiming the fabled golden land. However, now that we are there the three kings will surely act quickly." He replied.
"Were there any survivors?" S.C questioned.
"None sir." Pride was laced in Emerods answer.
"Pity." S.C commented. Then he turned towards the rest of them. "Your next mission you three is this. Azulus and Rosen, I want you to take a few of your soldiers there and try to recover any information, artefacts and samples to be taken back for analysis ASAP. Also Azulus, take a few of your men to a nearby town, not Kalay for it will be too well guarded, but a smaller settlement, and kidnap a few of the residents. Who knows, living so close to the golden land may have improved their psynergy capabilities. Emerod, send a few men to izumo, to finalize its capture. Also, prepare the men already there to safeguard the area and to prepare extraction in case of emergency. Work quickly and effectively. Dismissed"
"Yes sir!" All three of them replied before retrieving their weapons and exiting to the steel plated corridors. Once the doors shut firmly, the supreme commander turned towards the image of Weyward, more accurately a ten mile area of pure solid gold surrounding the remains of a temple dedicated towards the sun, the remains of Mt Aleph and Sol Sanctum, the Golden land.
"Golden sun will still be mine." Hidden within his mask was a cruel smile.
AUTHORS NOTES
I can't believe my borderlines in the previous chapter didn't work. Sorry readers. Anyway read and review, even if you want to set me on fire with flamers.
I don't own anything.
Also the commanders name derive in some way towards their division.
