Part 2
Resistance
Chapter 1
Sylux floated in a void, with nothing but darkness. He had been in this void for what seemed like a lifetime. Most of his time spent was thinking about his journey that had just ended. His home planet of Cylosis was attacked, and for all he knew, it had been completely destroyed. He had finally gained the ultimate power, and could get his revenge. But then he felt something he hadn't before. Was this worth it? Was this bloodshed, this consuming feeling of hatred. Was it all worth it? He then thought about all the lives that were lost. His friends, family, and all the innocent citizens of Cylosis. And Bentin. During these times he had become a hardened warrior, but that wasn't the real him. He had once been known as Tensirus, a loving, respectful merchant. But those times were long gone. He decided at that moment the mission was vital, and there was no turning back. He heard a faint noise. It sounded like a beeping, and he knew what it was. He suddenly felt the endless void begin to close around him, and began feeling whole again. His eyes snapped open. He was still in the tube, the beeping blasting through the speakers in the ship.
The tube opened, and let out a hissing sound. He stepped out, his body very stiff from his deep 12 month sleep. He looked around, feeling as if the ship was unfamiliar. The "Delano 7" wasn't a very large aircraft, it was built for battle. It had sleek armor plates as blue as a sapphire. The wings and the front had a lime green streak that ran all the way to the back. The engines were built for speed and manuverability, but it didn't help that some of the engines had been damaged during the trek. The inside of the ship was small. It consisted of a cockpit, which was a chair surrounded by many monitors. The only other thing on the ship was the cryo tube, which he had become all too familiar with. He stretched, and let out a mighty yawn. He sat in the chair, rubbing his crusty eyes. He was still a ways from his home planet, but had the much needed time for preparation. He was going into an unknown territory, and he didn't like the feeling.
He checked one of the many bright monitors, and to his satisfaction, found that everything was running nice and cool. He ran a diagnostic on his suit, and aside from some minor dents and scratches, it was operational as well. He spent the next few moments filling his supply of missiles, and checking his guns sights. Perfect. He checked his ETA; 3 hours remained. He hit the deck, and began working out as hard and fast as he could, he only had a few hours to get his body back in shape.
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Sylux had the worst feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was returning home, and had absolutely no idea what kind of shape it was in. His planet could even be completely gone for all he knew. He pushed the thoughts aside; he had to focus. Suddenty the ship grew dark, and he saw a gigantic warship cast a shadow over his cruiser. This was bad. He zoomed his display, and was surprised at what he saw. The warship was enormous; about twenty times the size of his little cruiser. Gigantic cannons were mounted on the front, and smaller cannons lined the sides. That ship was built for destruction, and could reduce him to molten slag in a matter of seconds. Then he spotted the emblem; it was owned by the Galactic Federation. Why was it this far out in the system? Where they looking for him?
He shut down all power in the ship, hoping to avoid the warships radar. He tensed, and felt sweat forming on his brow. His ship floated silent, drifting swiftly towards the ship. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath, and had to to avoid collapsing. His ship was now passing under the warship, apparently undetected. Then he felt his ship rock, and his stomach flipped. The warship began lurching forward, glowing a bright purple. The space around the ship appeared to bend and warp, and the ship blasted forward, and disappeared. He breathed a huge sigh of relief, but was amazed at what just happened. He powered up the radar, and found no threats detected. He powered the ship up again, and continued traveling. He was almost to his destination, and he couldn't wait. Just then his ship lunged forward. He felt the ship moving upwards, and found himself being pulled in by an unidentified ship. This wasn't an ideal situation, especially considering the fact he no longer had control over the ship.
