Hey, guys! It's me, Krag! The prologue is a little slow, and a little short, but I assure you it will get much better in the chapters to come. Enjoy!
-I. Krag
PROLOGUE
"Welcome to the Planet of Trillanus. We hope your stay is a pleasant one."
The sign was lodged in the ground a good hundred yards from the city. Its bright yellow letters had long since faded to nigh invisibility, and all that was left was the sign itself, which was covered in rust. It was made of some indistinguishable metal, grainy, but firm. Almost like petrified wood.
There was no foliage. It was as if all life had been snuffed out in an instant, all traces of any living thing had been eradicated; all except the sign…and the city. The city, which towered over everything, like a diamond in the rough. Yet I can hardly refer to it as a diamond.
Like its surroundings, it was dead. You could tell when you looked at it. It was something that was never questioned by anyone who cared to pass by. This city was dead. Oh, it had once been occupied, yes, but those days were long ago. Nothing had lived here for hundreds of years.
Yet, when I call it a city, I do not mean a small one. In fact, a more deserving term would be fortress. Yet, even that does not do justice. The city stretched for as far as the eye could see, crowded the horizon, towered over everything. The smallest buildings on the outskirts seemed like skyscrapers, and looked as if they were the battlements of some huge castle. They stretched on in a straight line to the right and left, reaching to the ends of the planet.
Yet in the opposite direction there was nothing.
It was as if one half of the planet was covered in desolate nothingness, and the other covered with towers and skyscrapers. Yet they were all dead.
Well, at least the boundary was dead. No one ever ventured into the inner sanctum of the city, and hardly anyone ever stopped on Trillanus anyway. Except for the lone cruiser speeding toward it now.
It was Irken, and was carrying three passengers. Two humanoid, the other cyborg. The ship swooped in quickly, and tossed one of the passengers out by the destroyed welcome sign, and promptly flew away. The passenger stood up, brushed himself off, stared at the sign, and then sat down again in despair. The decrepit sign was as good as a death sentence if it represented what the rest of the planet was like. He turned to watch the Irken cruiser, its pilot laughing raucously as it flew away into the dark, cloud covered sky.
"Feeble Earth-Monkey. How could you even think that you could defeat me?"
-I. Krag
PROLOGUE
"Welcome to the Planet of Trillanus. We hope your stay is a pleasant one."
The sign was lodged in the ground a good hundred yards from the city. Its bright yellow letters had long since faded to nigh invisibility, and all that was left was the sign itself, which was covered in rust. It was made of some indistinguishable metal, grainy, but firm. Almost like petrified wood.
There was no foliage. It was as if all life had been snuffed out in an instant, all traces of any living thing had been eradicated; all except the sign…and the city. The city, which towered over everything, like a diamond in the rough. Yet I can hardly refer to it as a diamond.
Like its surroundings, it was dead. You could tell when you looked at it. It was something that was never questioned by anyone who cared to pass by. This city was dead. Oh, it had once been occupied, yes, but those days were long ago. Nothing had lived here for hundreds of years.
Yet, when I call it a city, I do not mean a small one. In fact, a more deserving term would be fortress. Yet, even that does not do justice. The city stretched for as far as the eye could see, crowded the horizon, towered over everything. The smallest buildings on the outskirts seemed like skyscrapers, and looked as if they were the battlements of some huge castle. They stretched on in a straight line to the right and left, reaching to the ends of the planet.
Yet in the opposite direction there was nothing.
It was as if one half of the planet was covered in desolate nothingness, and the other covered with towers and skyscrapers. Yet they were all dead.
Well, at least the boundary was dead. No one ever ventured into the inner sanctum of the city, and hardly anyone ever stopped on Trillanus anyway. Except for the lone cruiser speeding toward it now.
It was Irken, and was carrying three passengers. Two humanoid, the other cyborg. The ship swooped in quickly, and tossed one of the passengers out by the destroyed welcome sign, and promptly flew away. The passenger stood up, brushed himself off, stared at the sign, and then sat down again in despair. The decrepit sign was as good as a death sentence if it represented what the rest of the planet was like. He turned to watch the Irken cruiser, its pilot laughing raucously as it flew away into the dark, cloud covered sky.
"Feeble Earth-Monkey. How could you even think that you could defeat me?"