Mr.Who2123: Disclaimers!
Armos: She owns nothing related to this game…
Mr.Who2123: Ummmm, good enough!
Kemero: My mag is making me dizzy!!
Asparus: (translation for beep noises – Yeah, that's what you get for shoving crackers down my throat!)
Kemero entered his room, happiness showering over him from his amazing improvement in no time.
"That was short," Kemero muttered to himself. Armos was behind him, unfastening the sword sheath. He smirked at the response.
"Well, it wasn't a very well planned assault by the amount of people that ran away at the sight of us. I would guess that those are some overconfident rebels thinking they can defeat us easily," Armos said. He held his giant blade in its sheath, and threw it onto his bed.
"Hey," Kemero spoke all of the sudden. A curious question had bumped into his mind. "What do people on Ragol do for fun?" Armos looked at him strangely, but answered.
"Well," he said while scratching his head. "I would rather show than tell, actually. Want to take a trip around Corgrassa?" Armos placed his swords in his closet and his shield on his desk.
"Sure, there's nothing else to do," Kemero replied and took off his weapons as well. Armos led Kemero down the elevator, the two in silence for only a short period of time.
"Why do they rebels think we're bad?" Kemero asked, breaking the short silence.
"Well, they think that it is evil to use photon weapons and that we are killing the planet," Armos replied thoughtfully. "They've been at it only for a couple years, but they almost already dispersed. I was surprised they'd make an attack."
"Well, how could photon weapons hurt the planet?" Kemero asked.
"…" he got no reply.
"So it does kill the planet?"
"No, but plant and animal life has decreased dramatically since we discovered photon powered weapons," he said hesitantly.
"So it does hurt the planet!" Kemero retorted. "Tell the Sage!"
"It's not the photon weapons," Armos replied quickly. "It just isn't."
"When did you discover photon weapons?"
"…the year I was found," he replied quietly. Conversation fell to an awkward end, and the two were thankful when the door opened on ground floor. Once again, Kemero was exposed to the great technology of Corgrassa. Billboards shone with strange neon looking lights, showing ads for new accessories that Kemero had no clue about. There were strange lines above the walking area over Kemero that glowed many colors, and was amazed to find that cars would drive over them. Buildings were everywhere, but the main government building was by far the tallest.
The people around Kemero were not so different though. They all talked, walked, or laughed together, and Kemero felt he was in a big city on Earth. He was at ease, forgetting the earlier conversation and Armos could tell.
"Well, I'm guessing you like it here?" he said, and received a nod. "Let's start here." He stopped in front of a store that had an ad of a child with a fake gun.
"So is this a virtual reality type game?" Kemero asked as they entered. Many teenagers and younger adults looked up at their guests, then returned to their buying. Armos led Kemero through rows of game boxes and various game guns, and stopped in front a teleporter. It was a different kind than the one Armos can make. It was a cylinder shape with glass around, and a gun lay in a slot inside of it.
"Go inside and take the gun in your hands," Armos instructed. Kemero did as he said, pumped with excitement. "Now turn it on and have fun." Kemero saw a red button on the black surface, and pushed. Suddenly, Armos, the store, the people, they all disappeared. It was black, and Kemero steadied the gun up to his eye. He looked through a small aimer with a cross that intersected in the middle.
The whole atmosphere of black changed. He was in an aircraft in space, and he could hear narrators talking about a civil war in the future across space, but he didn't really listen. He just watched in amazement as he jumped off the aircraft like the instructions, and felt himself fall. Suddenly he stopped, and Kemero saw behind him, rocket boosters, that he never saw.
Next thing he knew, guns were shooting at him, and Kemero began to play and shoot the enemies. A rocket shot towards him, and he craftily dodged it, returning the blow with a grenade. Another fighter was coming up towards him, and Kemero kicked him and then shot him. He felt the weight of the soldier he kicked; he felt he was actually there. All his cares were far behind and he felt the only thing he wanted to do was win. Kemero kept shooting at the enemies, and then a speaker of a 'fellow soldier' turned on.
"We got 'em Let's go soldier," it said through a communicator, and Kemero saw the speaker. He was boosting towards the enemy base, and he promptly followed. The next thing he knew, bombs assaulted him as he entered. Kemero ducked away, but more were shooting.
"What's going on?" Kemero asked as the bombs constantly were coming closer. There was only light. "Is this a glitch?" Pain burst through every nerve then. He didn't know why, but he was falling, but he didn't know if he really was or the game did it. Then there was white. He ached all over, unsure of what happened. Time seemed to drone on for hours, Kemero fading through consciousness, not knowing whether he was awake or asleep, or even dead.
"Wake up, Kemero! C'mon!" Kemero heard a familiar voice, but he couldn't think of who it was. It just seemed to be a heavenly figure trying to save his life. Weakly, he got up, and leaned almost entirely on the person.
"One step at a time, there you go," said the voice, and Kemero rolled off into memory of the voice.
"C'mon Kemero, run faster!" said a young friend. Kemero was running, his figure only about the size of a young teenager. Kemero followed the friend, trusting his voice, then seeing his face.
"Aaron, wait up!"
Kemero snapped his eyes open.
"Aaron, is that you?" he called weakly. He was in a room with a white light over it. There were two figures, but he couldn't recognize either.
"There's no Aaron, just the Principal and me, the doctor," replied the figure on the right. The outline of the Principal became clearer, and Kemero eased slightly.
"I heard Aaron," Kemero said to himself.
"Kemero, Aaron died years ago, you remember that," the Principal replied sympathetically. "You must have been seeing things."
"No, I heard him, he helped me get up and walk. I heard him…," Kemero's confidence left him as a tear formed in his eye. It threatened to fall down his cheek, but Kemero brushed it away.
"What happened?" Kemero asked.
"The rebels had tricked us into thinking we defeated them. They threw a bomb on Corgrassa. Good thing Armos suspected that. He had troops ready," explained the doctor.
"I didn't know he suspected it," Kemero thought out loud.
"Hell, none of us know. All we know is that he had troops waiting," said the doctor.
"Is the city alright?" Kemero asked.
"The government building is unarmed, managed to put the shields on in time. Most of the city is swept away though. I don't know how they managed to get that bomb," the doctor muttered. "Now go to sleep, Kemero. I'm going to fix you up."
Kemero was confused.
"Fix what?" he asked, but he fell asleep before the doctor answered.
Armos was outside the hospital. Debris and bodies lay everywhere. The city was once colorful, where now it was dull.
"Kemero…he called me Aaron. I hope his arm's alright."
Mr.Who2123: Oooooh, what happened? The world may never know.
Armos: That's a strange chapter.
Mr.Who2123: I like it!
Kemero: REVIEW!!!
