* ssp47's Corner * Striker reviewed again! Duh duh duh! Yes well I wanted
to be more creative with the Dragoon elements and so created my own just
for fun and the fact that I wanted more than just seven characters. Besides
all the magic attacks were just rocks anyway. Take the human magic and
Kongol's dragoon magic for example. Nice big falling rocks! So just
something I wanted to add, besides the Wood element is cool, if you ever
saw the Wood card on Card captors that is. They had a Rain Card, Cloud
annnnnddd water! Now that was a bit much on the water element thing. Heh,
heh.
Well last chapter sucked but I couldn't figure out how to fix it so it'll
just stay as it is. * sweatdrop * But I got a brainstorm today to balance
all the plot confusions in my head so this chapter will be different.
CHAPTER 7: "Hexicon"
Sam Gadheart was the once happy young single owner of Hexicon, a strong oil producing company in the United States. But for all men who live for money instead of using money to live, end up corrupt in their own greed and pride. Pride, the most punishing act that we do to ourselves while greed is a lust for ownership. Sadly not many people learn this simple concept, money never was happiness. How easy it is for us to take what we love and live for it only instead of creating that needed balance in our lives.
So on with mister Gadheart, he was one of the common who learned to late that money doesn't and (can't * cough, cough* ) grow on trees. Yes Sam went bankrupt and his life was destroyed by sets of iron bars. His "greed" for money caused him to blacken his heart and to only love to get money. He destroyed his company's good name for service and replaced it with poor paid employees. This is how he became bankrupt. It was because of his pride that he refused to change his company around in order to save his carrier as a businessman. (I'm not trying to preach here if anyone is taking this the wrong way, I'm explaining how his life fell apart when he could've done something better with it)
Hexicon went on for years just as a small oil company that went from number one to number zero. The big office building that people were so proud to come to everyday became a shelter to homeless people who abused the furnishings and the building property. It stayed there in Atlanta for fifty years untouched until one dark mysterious night.
A homeless old woman was desperately searching in trashcans for scraps of food. Suddenly in the ally that she was in, bright lights filled the darkness. The old woman walked out to see what or where the light came from. When she saw the familiar broken windowed building she stopped walking and stared at it remembering that her father worked for that company and because he was fired, her father couldn't support the family and it fell apart financially. It was because of that company that ruined her life.
*~*
"Glenna, what is our level of progress?" Neo asked from behind his desk. He sat on his fine expensive roller chair away from his secretary and was facing a wide window looking over Atlanta. His secretary franticly ran the pages over her clipboard.
"The DNA is being experimented now in the labs. It will be awhile before we gain any results."
"And the fighters?"
"Their fighting levels are increasing."
"Alright, that will be all." His short attractive secretary didn't move. She held her clipboard more tightly.
"Sir."
"Yes Glenna?" Neo asked turning around. Glenna bit her lips.
"We have a problem."
"Oh?" Neo sipped his coffee and she went on.
"Apparently there are Warriors up to define us." Neo kept sipping casually.
"Tell me flat Glenna. Who dares to oppose me?"
"Legendary Dragoon warriors sir." The mug hung centimeters from Neo's lips and he held it there for a while.
"How many?" He finally asked.
"Two, sir. They just left Harrelson."
"Do you know why?"
"No sir. But our intelligence warned us from Hariel." Neo stared at her and then he gazed at the steam rising from the coffee mug. "They may not pose as a threat if they don't know about us already."
"A threat? Those warriors are as big as a threat as the Americans to Japan in the Second World War. We cannot go on in our research with them around." Neo stood from his chair and faced the window again. The warm sunset changed his pure white hair into a deep orange. "Send out our warriors to destroy Hariel but bring back only their Dragoon spirits." The woman looked appalled.
"De-detroy . Hariel?"
"Did I not make myself clear or are your ears turning deaf? I just gave you an order to destroy the city of Hariel." Neo asked annoyed.
"Oh no you made it clear. It's just that, why would we have to destroy a whole city just because of two warriors?"
"Did I mishear or did you forget what your job was?" Neo snapped. Glenna nodded and rushed out of the big office room.
No he did not have to destroy the whole city. But he would have enemies from his chin down if he did not. Those dragoons, if that's what they were, would become more and more powerful until they could not be stopped and then his plans would crash. His project would be destroyed and he would be found out and mission IXX would not be completed. No there was no alternative; Hariel would be an ashtray in the next twenty-four hours.
*~*
Blaine carelessly flipped through the channels on the TV in his room below the office building. He swore frustrated at all the "chick flicks" that were on all the channels. He stuffed some Cheetos into his mouth and turned off his small black and white TV and grabbed the newspaper, something that he only did when he was utterly bored. His bunk bed creaked loudly as he rolled around on the old mattress.
Suddenly his door knocked and opened to reveal the short secretary.
"Blaine, you and Kay got a mission so you better get off your rears." Blaine tossed the newspaper aside and leapt to his feet.
"What is the emergency this time honey? A needed back rub?"
"Very funny. Here's the document. Don't go around like Indian braves this time, just get the job done clean and quick." Blaine looked over the document and the door slammed shut. Kay walked in the room with a toothbrush in his mouth, dressed in army jeans. His dark brown hair at his shoulders and dark brown eyes got in Blaine's face.
"You need a haircut badly." Blaine said in his New Jersey accent while pushing him aside.
"Well looks like we got a mission to do first. Destroy the city of Hariel." Kay said thoughtfully. He stretched his muscles and cracked his knuckles.
"And it's a pizza to go so let's get going. Boss said it was to be done quick and clean." Blaine repeated. His black hair and eyes seemed to have unneeded red highlights. Blaine picked up a magenta colored orb and flipped it in the air. "It's been awhile since I've used this."
"Chickening out?" Kay asked grabbing a dark purple orb. "We got the power to destroy it easily. All we gotta do is use it."
"Chicken? Me? I don't called the cards before the game starts." He grinned and headed for the door.
* ssp47's Corner * This is soo cool! I got a sudden full Inbox full of reviews from Dark DragonX! That really made my day thanks a lot for all of your input! And for the game thing I was just saying that crap because I didn't want people to think Christa and Erica had unlimited Dragoon power. It's not like the game but they will have the same magic. ANND you'll be seeing the Dark Dragoon in the next chapter. ^_^ Thanks a lot for the reviews! I'll be sure to keep reading your fic too.
CHAPTER 7: "Hexicon"
Sam Gadheart was the once happy young single owner of Hexicon, a strong oil producing company in the United States. But for all men who live for money instead of using money to live, end up corrupt in their own greed and pride. Pride, the most punishing act that we do to ourselves while greed is a lust for ownership. Sadly not many people learn this simple concept, money never was happiness. How easy it is for us to take what we love and live for it only instead of creating that needed balance in our lives.
So on with mister Gadheart, he was one of the common who learned to late that money doesn't and (can't * cough, cough* ) grow on trees. Yes Sam went bankrupt and his life was destroyed by sets of iron bars. His "greed" for money caused him to blacken his heart and to only love to get money. He destroyed his company's good name for service and replaced it with poor paid employees. This is how he became bankrupt. It was because of his pride that he refused to change his company around in order to save his carrier as a businessman. (I'm not trying to preach here if anyone is taking this the wrong way, I'm explaining how his life fell apart when he could've done something better with it)
Hexicon went on for years just as a small oil company that went from number one to number zero. The big office building that people were so proud to come to everyday became a shelter to homeless people who abused the furnishings and the building property. It stayed there in Atlanta for fifty years untouched until one dark mysterious night.
A homeless old woman was desperately searching in trashcans for scraps of food. Suddenly in the ally that she was in, bright lights filled the darkness. The old woman walked out to see what or where the light came from. When she saw the familiar broken windowed building she stopped walking and stared at it remembering that her father worked for that company and because he was fired, her father couldn't support the family and it fell apart financially. It was because of that company that ruined her life.
*~*
"Glenna, what is our level of progress?" Neo asked from behind his desk. He sat on his fine expensive roller chair away from his secretary and was facing a wide window looking over Atlanta. His secretary franticly ran the pages over her clipboard.
"The DNA is being experimented now in the labs. It will be awhile before we gain any results."
"And the fighters?"
"Their fighting levels are increasing."
"Alright, that will be all." His short attractive secretary didn't move. She held her clipboard more tightly.
"Sir."
"Yes Glenna?" Neo asked turning around. Glenna bit her lips.
"We have a problem."
"Oh?" Neo sipped his coffee and she went on.
"Apparently there are Warriors up to define us." Neo kept sipping casually.
"Tell me flat Glenna. Who dares to oppose me?"
"Legendary Dragoon warriors sir." The mug hung centimeters from Neo's lips and he held it there for a while.
"How many?" He finally asked.
"Two, sir. They just left Harrelson."
"Do you know why?"
"No sir. But our intelligence warned us from Hariel." Neo stared at her and then he gazed at the steam rising from the coffee mug. "They may not pose as a threat if they don't know about us already."
"A threat? Those warriors are as big as a threat as the Americans to Japan in the Second World War. We cannot go on in our research with them around." Neo stood from his chair and faced the window again. The warm sunset changed his pure white hair into a deep orange. "Send out our warriors to destroy Hariel but bring back only their Dragoon spirits." The woman looked appalled.
"De-detroy . Hariel?"
"Did I not make myself clear or are your ears turning deaf? I just gave you an order to destroy the city of Hariel." Neo asked annoyed.
"Oh no you made it clear. It's just that, why would we have to destroy a whole city just because of two warriors?"
"Did I mishear or did you forget what your job was?" Neo snapped. Glenna nodded and rushed out of the big office room.
No he did not have to destroy the whole city. But he would have enemies from his chin down if he did not. Those dragoons, if that's what they were, would become more and more powerful until they could not be stopped and then his plans would crash. His project would be destroyed and he would be found out and mission IXX would not be completed. No there was no alternative; Hariel would be an ashtray in the next twenty-four hours.
*~*
Blaine carelessly flipped through the channels on the TV in his room below the office building. He swore frustrated at all the "chick flicks" that were on all the channels. He stuffed some Cheetos into his mouth and turned off his small black and white TV and grabbed the newspaper, something that he only did when he was utterly bored. His bunk bed creaked loudly as he rolled around on the old mattress.
Suddenly his door knocked and opened to reveal the short secretary.
"Blaine, you and Kay got a mission so you better get off your rears." Blaine tossed the newspaper aside and leapt to his feet.
"What is the emergency this time honey? A needed back rub?"
"Very funny. Here's the document. Don't go around like Indian braves this time, just get the job done clean and quick." Blaine looked over the document and the door slammed shut. Kay walked in the room with a toothbrush in his mouth, dressed in army jeans. His dark brown hair at his shoulders and dark brown eyes got in Blaine's face.
"You need a haircut badly." Blaine said in his New Jersey accent while pushing him aside.
"Well looks like we got a mission to do first. Destroy the city of Hariel." Kay said thoughtfully. He stretched his muscles and cracked his knuckles.
"And it's a pizza to go so let's get going. Boss said it was to be done quick and clean." Blaine repeated. His black hair and eyes seemed to have unneeded red highlights. Blaine picked up a magenta colored orb and flipped it in the air. "It's been awhile since I've used this."
"Chickening out?" Kay asked grabbing a dark purple orb. "We got the power to destroy it easily. All we gotta do is use it."
"Chicken? Me? I don't called the cards before the game starts." He grinned and headed for the door.
* ssp47's Corner * This is soo cool! I got a sudden full Inbox full of reviews from Dark DragonX! That really made my day thanks a lot for all of your input! And for the game thing I was just saying that crap because I didn't want people to think Christa and Erica had unlimited Dragoon power. It's not like the game but they will have the same magic. ANND you'll be seeing the Dark Dragoon in the next chapter. ^_^ Thanks a lot for the reviews! I'll be sure to keep reading your fic too.