Lara Croft : Tomb Raider - 'The Empire of the Amon'
Author's Notes: Of course, I don't own Lara or anyone (though I wouldn't mind owning Bryce ^_^), they are all © Core/Eidos/Time Warner Cinema/whoever is responsible for owning them.
Chapter One: The Amon, The Madman and The Raider
Imagine Russia. Imagine Russia, 8,500 years ago. You are in the centre city of the Amon, a civilization with so much wisdom it's unbelievable. Inside the cursed walls and trap-set temples, the key of all human knowledge lies. The meaning of life, the ability to make weapons which make napalm gas look like mere oxygen. The ability to destroy the world... and create another. However, these secrets were guarded profusely. Enemies came, enemies were slaughtered by the thousand. So powerful, they thought nobody could beat them. No one person could destroy them. Yet one force could. Nature itself caputred and overthrew the Amon. However, the people were prepared. Using their divine superior genius, they buried the centre city, Hraka-Amon, deep in time and space. The only way to revive the temple-opolis was to use a rune tablet, a Key hidden deep in Russia's core. And so, as the rest of the Amonic Empire fell under ice, fire, wind and water, Hraka-Amon was safe. The Amonic people themselves were all killed, even the ones in the Hraka- Amon. But it was for an honest and worthwhile cause. The secret of the Amon became legend, the legend became myth, and the Key to the Hraka-Amon was lost; it was safe.
Now, we're back in the 21st century, and the world's in upheaval, as the worldwide corporation Solaris Industries churns up the Russian wastelands. The man responsible for all this? The boss. Not quite middle-aged, power hungry... they all say he's gone mad. Turning up in St. Petersburg Square with an dozen army-like JCBs and a colony of workers. Thousands of acres of land destroyed in days, and yet the Key is still not found. His name? Jeremy Squires, born into an industrial bourgeois and a madly entrpeneurial family. As his bank balance and power grew, so did his interest for antiquities. On several occasions he had tried to buy Abu Simbel and Angkor Wat.
Thousands of miles away, Lara Croft was listening to a newcaster on the radio explaining the insanity in Russia as she hung bare inches from the metallic jaws of SIMON. Outside, Bryce was watching with an amused smirk. "Let's see her get out of this one," he muttered, biting a nail subconsciously. Within seconds, his dream was crushed and Lara was sitting on top of the android, taunting it to behead itself, which caused it to malfunction, overheat, and as always, blow up in a mess of sparks. "God damnit!" Bryce yelled, smashing the keyboard up badly on one side with his fist. "My robot! Lara!" He ran from his desk right into the middle of the simulated Asian ruins and crouched down by his beloved bot. "Lara, you said you weren't going to kill him this time!" he whined, surveying the damage with a grieving look in his face. "Sorry, Bryce," she said calmly, smirking grimly. "Oh well. Couple of days and I'll have 'im up and running again." He patted the android on its head shell, which caused it to spring off and hit a wall twenty feet away. Lara raised her eyebrows and sighed hopelessly. "Ah, Lara, a mister Alex West for you on the telephone," Hillary said as she left the training room. "What does the bloody..." She trailed off and picked up the phone. "Alex?" "Lara? Why the hell aren't you in Russia?" Her eyes narrowed as the irate American whined on the phone. "Is that a personal request, West?" Bryce folded his arms and glared at Lara. "I know you hate working with me, but if this Solaris Industries gets hold of the Key of the Amon, then-" "Yes, I know. Apocalypse, etcetera. Hm... well, I haven't been to Russia in a long while... alright then. I'll be there as soon as I can." She put the phone down abruptly and walked off to her bedroom hastily. "Hillary, I trust you'll keep the Manor tidy while we're gone?" Hillary looked puzzled. "'We', Lara?" "Yes, 'we'. Bryce, you're coming too." "What?" he cried hysterically. "I thought you said that since we did the whole Triangle-" "Alright then, I'll go without you." "No, no, I'll come!" "Then be ready in an hour."
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Okay, so it's not too amazing a start, but it's a start nontheless! Hm... I'll do a bit more if I get a couple of reviews... one review... someone reading it other than myself... ^_^ Also, I only have a brief idea of the Amon Temples... I was going for a kind of Aztec/Mayan feel, just colder... so some idea for that would also be welcomed.
Author's Notes: Of course, I don't own Lara or anyone (though I wouldn't mind owning Bryce ^_^), they are all © Core/Eidos/Time Warner Cinema/whoever is responsible for owning them.
Chapter One: The Amon, The Madman and The Raider
Imagine Russia. Imagine Russia, 8,500 years ago. You are in the centre city of the Amon, a civilization with so much wisdom it's unbelievable. Inside the cursed walls and trap-set temples, the key of all human knowledge lies. The meaning of life, the ability to make weapons which make napalm gas look like mere oxygen. The ability to destroy the world... and create another. However, these secrets were guarded profusely. Enemies came, enemies were slaughtered by the thousand. So powerful, they thought nobody could beat them. No one person could destroy them. Yet one force could. Nature itself caputred and overthrew the Amon. However, the people were prepared. Using their divine superior genius, they buried the centre city, Hraka-Amon, deep in time and space. The only way to revive the temple-opolis was to use a rune tablet, a Key hidden deep in Russia's core. And so, as the rest of the Amonic Empire fell under ice, fire, wind and water, Hraka-Amon was safe. The Amonic people themselves were all killed, even the ones in the Hraka- Amon. But it was for an honest and worthwhile cause. The secret of the Amon became legend, the legend became myth, and the Key to the Hraka-Amon was lost; it was safe.
Now, we're back in the 21st century, and the world's in upheaval, as the worldwide corporation Solaris Industries churns up the Russian wastelands. The man responsible for all this? The boss. Not quite middle-aged, power hungry... they all say he's gone mad. Turning up in St. Petersburg Square with an dozen army-like JCBs and a colony of workers. Thousands of acres of land destroyed in days, and yet the Key is still not found. His name? Jeremy Squires, born into an industrial bourgeois and a madly entrpeneurial family. As his bank balance and power grew, so did his interest for antiquities. On several occasions he had tried to buy Abu Simbel and Angkor Wat.
Thousands of miles away, Lara Croft was listening to a newcaster on the radio explaining the insanity in Russia as she hung bare inches from the metallic jaws of SIMON. Outside, Bryce was watching with an amused smirk. "Let's see her get out of this one," he muttered, biting a nail subconsciously. Within seconds, his dream was crushed and Lara was sitting on top of the android, taunting it to behead itself, which caused it to malfunction, overheat, and as always, blow up in a mess of sparks. "God damnit!" Bryce yelled, smashing the keyboard up badly on one side with his fist. "My robot! Lara!" He ran from his desk right into the middle of the simulated Asian ruins and crouched down by his beloved bot. "Lara, you said you weren't going to kill him this time!" he whined, surveying the damage with a grieving look in his face. "Sorry, Bryce," she said calmly, smirking grimly. "Oh well. Couple of days and I'll have 'im up and running again." He patted the android on its head shell, which caused it to spring off and hit a wall twenty feet away. Lara raised her eyebrows and sighed hopelessly. "Ah, Lara, a mister Alex West for you on the telephone," Hillary said as she left the training room. "What does the bloody..." She trailed off and picked up the phone. "Alex?" "Lara? Why the hell aren't you in Russia?" Her eyes narrowed as the irate American whined on the phone. "Is that a personal request, West?" Bryce folded his arms and glared at Lara. "I know you hate working with me, but if this Solaris Industries gets hold of the Key of the Amon, then-" "Yes, I know. Apocalypse, etcetera. Hm... well, I haven't been to Russia in a long while... alright then. I'll be there as soon as I can." She put the phone down abruptly and walked off to her bedroom hastily. "Hillary, I trust you'll keep the Manor tidy while we're gone?" Hillary looked puzzled. "'We', Lara?" "Yes, 'we'. Bryce, you're coming too." "What?" he cried hysterically. "I thought you said that since we did the whole Triangle-" "Alright then, I'll go without you." "No, no, I'll come!" "Then be ready in an hour."
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Okay, so it's not too amazing a start, but it's a start nontheless! Hm... I'll do a bit more if I get a couple of reviews... one review... someone reading it other than myself... ^_^ Also, I only have a brief idea of the Amon Temples... I was going for a kind of Aztec/Mayan feel, just colder... so some idea for that would also be welcomed.
