The Legend of the Neophalie
Copyright- Copyright- Dragonabll Z and its characters in no way at all belong to me in any sence of the word. Suiceene and most of the characters in this are mine though and can only be used in others works if I am asked first.
The ship blasted through the air, gaining altitude fast before finally leaving the atmosphere. As my ship moved out through the blackness I took a last look at my planet as it started to recede from my view. All my life had been spent on that rock. As the suns round it turned into tiny pinpricks of light I became suddenly aware how small a planet really was. I stared at all the stars which littered all around space. Each of those could have a series of planets. I started to try and count them but stopped as I suddenly realised that there were too many. Far too many to count. As my ship sped past more and more planet I sat down heavily on the floor of the cabin. My head was reeling from the realisation of the real size of space. It was too big, infinitely big. For the first time I started to wonder about my task. How could I find the Changelings if they could be on any one of the planets clustered around each pinprick of light that marked a star? Fear suddenly clenched my stomach as for the first time in my life I thought about not being able to complete my great task. I had to complete my task, I had to….
In the grip of such imaginings it took me a couple of seconds to realise that lights were flashing in the cabin. As I climbed to my feet I noticed that one of the large screens which dominated one wall of the cabin was showing another ship. It was smaller and sleeker than my big chunk of a ship and it was dark blue with a white stripe across the middle of it. As I wondered what it was doing, two flashes shot from the front of the ship and crashed into mine causing the ship to shake violently. Pulling myself up from the ground I rushed over to the controls of the ship, immediately switching off the auto-pilot. The complexities and depression of my thoughts were immediately replaced by feelings of anger and excitement as I prepared to fight. Calling forth the memories drained from the Yuna I started to ready the ships weapons. As I aimed at the ship behind me, it suddenly changed direction and shot under my ship. While my eyes were quick enough to follow its movements, the ships controls unfortunately were not able to. My ship lurched suddenly again signalling another barrage of shots. Turning to another of the ships weapons, which shot rapid-fire I aimed again at the dark blue ship. Anger exploded through me as it once again dodged effortlessly before shooting into my ship again. It was infuriating, I was quick enough to keep up with the enemy but my ship wasn't. If it was an opponent I could take it on but not in this slow unwieldy machine. I had thought my ship as pretty fast but from the way this ship manoeuvred round me it was pretty pathetic. After another burst of fire, the lights suddenly went out and the engines stopped leaving the ship to drift. I bashed the controls in front of me but they remained unresponsive. As I waited in the dark I wondered what would happen next. I hoped they would try to board. One on one I would destroy those who dared to fire on me. Moving quickly I made my way down through the ship towards the docking area, the Yuna information pointing this to be the most likely place the attackers would enter my ship.
Officer Kala turned to her fellow officers and beckoned them forward. There were three of them in the International Public Order Service ship. She had been a member of the Service for seven years and was no longer a scared and witless rookie when it came to boarding an enemy ship. But her experience had also taught her caution. She gripped her large gun finding comfort in its weight and watched as her two comrades worked at gaining entry to the enemy ship. It had only been by a lucky chance that they had come across the raider ship. A couple of weeks earlier it and another ship had raided a Council planet and had then fled into the are known as the Dead lands. The place was a maze of drifting rocks, small planets which had slipped from their planetary pull and dying stars. They had been searching through the Dead lands for a couple of weeks without seeing another soul and now suddenly they had come across one of the ships. Though it had a considerable armoury of weapons it had taken little effort to shut it with a couple of well aimed shots. The raiders must be drunk, she thought, or incapacitated in some other way to offer such little resistance to them. Even so she knew not to underestimate those inside. Anything that moved would be shot first, questions asked later. Finally the two in front of her managed to open the main docking door of the ship. As the doors slid slowly open she pulled the pin from her stun grenade and lobbed it into the darkness. The visor she was wearing over her face prevented the ensuing flash from blinding her and so she and her comrades were able to move in unaffected. Moving her eyes quickly over the room while it was still lit she searched for any enemy aliens which might be waiting to ambush. As the light faded she flicked a switch on her helmet to make the visor able to see in the dark. After one last glance over the room she motioned her companions towards the stairwell at the far side of the room covering their movement herself. As her companions moved toward the ladder Kala tired to banish the feelings of fear slowly growing inside her. The ship was eerily dark and silent and she had been slightly unnerved by the lack of enemies in the docking area. It would have been obvious that they would enter through here and it would have been the perfect place for an ambush. Unless there was something worse inside the ship, she suddenly thought, they could be setting up a trap on us. She moved forward slowly toward the stairs which her two companions were starting to climb up. There was no way that she wanted to be left alone. As she moved forward she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Whipping round she saw a small figure standing in the centre of the room. Aiming her heavy weapon she almost pulled the trigger before getting a good look at the person. "Freeze!" she shouted. The figure stopped moving and at the same second she heard her two companions raise their weapons. As Kala stared at the small figure with the long black hair she was suddenly struck with a thought of her own daughter, who she hadn't seen in a couple of months. The girl suddenly jumped forward and Kala still reeling from the thoughts didn't think to shoot until too late and was struck heavily across the head. She fell back feeling the gun slip from her fingers. As she hit the ground she heard the whine of her companions gun's firing. Pushing herself up she looked around desperately for her weapon. How could she have hesitated just because the enemy was small and feminine? As she reached for weapon a scream echoed through the room. Biting back a scream she saw Keltig collapse to the floor with his chest ripped open. Puling the gun up she looked around frantically for the alien. As another scream sounded she turned her weapon in its direction and pulled the trigger spraying the area with laser fire, her eyes shut. Finally her weapon stopped shaking and silence returned to the room apart from the sound of her frightened gasps for air. After a couple of seconds of silence she opened her eyes and looked around her. The wall opposite her was peppered with hole and her breath retracted as she saw the dead body which was scattered over the wall. A footstep behind her caused her to turn. She seemed to have transformed into a monster. Blood dripped her mouth which she saw now contained sharp teeth. Her dark green eyes seemed to radiate anger and madness. A curved tail with a wicked looking point was arched over her shoulder and seemed to be aiming at her. The weapon clattered from her hands as she stared at her. She suddenly stopped a little in front of her and the expression changed slightly. "Take off your helmet" Her voice was sharp yet Kala could hear in it the high pitch of a child . Slowly she raised her hands up and lifted her helmet and as she did so she could hear her heart pound faster and faster. Her long purple hair fell down her back from where it had been inside her helmet. The alien moved closer to her and then rose up in the air so that their eyes were level. The fire in the aliens eyes had cooled but it was still present none the less. The hair on Kala's neck rose slightly and she couldn't feel anything but the savage beat of her heart and the cold grip of fear in her stomach. Theirs faces were so close now she could smell the blood of the alien. She couldn't understand why she felt so scared, so scared she was paralysed. So scared so couldn't think properly. The aliens paw slowly rose in front of her and touched her forehead. The fur was soft and cool. The aliens eyes closed and she could see she was concentrating. Fear grew inside her as she waited for something to happen. Suddenly she felt a slight tug inside her head, as if something was being pulled. The next second there was an explosion of pain inside her. She screamed out, some black being was clawing at her head, each strike send shockwaves of pain racking through her body. Suddenly images were flashing in front of her, it was as if she could see inside the alien. She could feel her desires, to eat, to kill, to train but most of all, an overwhelming desire to achieve something. Something that was more important to her than life itself. She was shocked by the naivety of some of her thoughts and was amazed by her uncaring attitude to death and that she followed a very strict set of internal rules. She then suddenly felt her overwhelming potential, the power that she might posses. It was unbelievable, impossible that any being could have such power. Suddenly she could feel the pain again and could think of nothing else. It grew and grew sending into realms of torture she didn't know existed. And then it stopped. She felt herself float away into a blessed release.
"The Council will agree." Raven turned to look back at the table. "They have no choice but to agree. Our second fleet in presently surrounding the council headquarters." There were seven Changelings sitting round the table. At the head sat King Cold and his wife Freul. Around the rest of the table sat their children, two sons, Raven, Solace and two daughter's Jolt and Furnace. The seventh Changeling was Furnace's husband, the only one of the children so far to marry, Ansk. One space was left for Freesia who was presently off on an expedition to Namek. These eight Changelings made up the high command of all Changelings and as Raven sat down also the command of most of the Universe. Several hundred years before the main countries or governments of space came together to form the Council. It was done to try and bring and end to the constant wars which had racked the Universe. In affect it was as if they tried to form the universe into one country and have the council to rule it and had formed a police service to enforce its laws. It hadn't worked but under the confusion the Changeling empire had expanded and gone through a massive secret arms build up. Through force, threats, bribery and assignation they now basically ruled the Council which meant they controlled most of the universe. Raven smiled as he thought to himself, that there were many in the council who didn't agree with this but there was no one who could stand up to them. They were far too powerful, and as one of the high command he was one of the most powerful entities in space as well as being one of its most powerful fighters. Outside this room there was no one who could touch him.
Please leave your comments and reviews. A wee bit more confusing this time, or was it not? Tell me what you thought of it. I hate making up names, hope you didn't think those of the high command sounded stupid.
Copyright- Copyright- Dragonabll Z and its characters in no way at all belong to me in any sence of the word. Suiceene and most of the characters in this are mine though and can only be used in others works if I am asked first.
The ship blasted through the air, gaining altitude fast before finally leaving the atmosphere. As my ship moved out through the blackness I took a last look at my planet as it started to recede from my view. All my life had been spent on that rock. As the suns round it turned into tiny pinpricks of light I became suddenly aware how small a planet really was. I stared at all the stars which littered all around space. Each of those could have a series of planets. I started to try and count them but stopped as I suddenly realised that there were too many. Far too many to count. As my ship sped past more and more planet I sat down heavily on the floor of the cabin. My head was reeling from the realisation of the real size of space. It was too big, infinitely big. For the first time I started to wonder about my task. How could I find the Changelings if they could be on any one of the planets clustered around each pinprick of light that marked a star? Fear suddenly clenched my stomach as for the first time in my life I thought about not being able to complete my great task. I had to complete my task, I had to….
In the grip of such imaginings it took me a couple of seconds to realise that lights were flashing in the cabin. As I climbed to my feet I noticed that one of the large screens which dominated one wall of the cabin was showing another ship. It was smaller and sleeker than my big chunk of a ship and it was dark blue with a white stripe across the middle of it. As I wondered what it was doing, two flashes shot from the front of the ship and crashed into mine causing the ship to shake violently. Pulling myself up from the ground I rushed over to the controls of the ship, immediately switching off the auto-pilot. The complexities and depression of my thoughts were immediately replaced by feelings of anger and excitement as I prepared to fight. Calling forth the memories drained from the Yuna I started to ready the ships weapons. As I aimed at the ship behind me, it suddenly changed direction and shot under my ship. While my eyes were quick enough to follow its movements, the ships controls unfortunately were not able to. My ship lurched suddenly again signalling another barrage of shots. Turning to another of the ships weapons, which shot rapid-fire I aimed again at the dark blue ship. Anger exploded through me as it once again dodged effortlessly before shooting into my ship again. It was infuriating, I was quick enough to keep up with the enemy but my ship wasn't. If it was an opponent I could take it on but not in this slow unwieldy machine. I had thought my ship as pretty fast but from the way this ship manoeuvred round me it was pretty pathetic. After another burst of fire, the lights suddenly went out and the engines stopped leaving the ship to drift. I bashed the controls in front of me but they remained unresponsive. As I waited in the dark I wondered what would happen next. I hoped they would try to board. One on one I would destroy those who dared to fire on me. Moving quickly I made my way down through the ship towards the docking area, the Yuna information pointing this to be the most likely place the attackers would enter my ship.
Officer Kala turned to her fellow officers and beckoned them forward. There were three of them in the International Public Order Service ship. She had been a member of the Service for seven years and was no longer a scared and witless rookie when it came to boarding an enemy ship. But her experience had also taught her caution. She gripped her large gun finding comfort in its weight and watched as her two comrades worked at gaining entry to the enemy ship. It had only been by a lucky chance that they had come across the raider ship. A couple of weeks earlier it and another ship had raided a Council planet and had then fled into the are known as the Dead lands. The place was a maze of drifting rocks, small planets which had slipped from their planetary pull and dying stars. They had been searching through the Dead lands for a couple of weeks without seeing another soul and now suddenly they had come across one of the ships. Though it had a considerable armoury of weapons it had taken little effort to shut it with a couple of well aimed shots. The raiders must be drunk, she thought, or incapacitated in some other way to offer such little resistance to them. Even so she knew not to underestimate those inside. Anything that moved would be shot first, questions asked later. Finally the two in front of her managed to open the main docking door of the ship. As the doors slid slowly open she pulled the pin from her stun grenade and lobbed it into the darkness. The visor she was wearing over her face prevented the ensuing flash from blinding her and so she and her comrades were able to move in unaffected. Moving her eyes quickly over the room while it was still lit she searched for any enemy aliens which might be waiting to ambush. As the light faded she flicked a switch on her helmet to make the visor able to see in the dark. After one last glance over the room she motioned her companions towards the stairwell at the far side of the room covering their movement herself. As her companions moved toward the ladder Kala tired to banish the feelings of fear slowly growing inside her. The ship was eerily dark and silent and she had been slightly unnerved by the lack of enemies in the docking area. It would have been obvious that they would enter through here and it would have been the perfect place for an ambush. Unless there was something worse inside the ship, she suddenly thought, they could be setting up a trap on us. She moved forward slowly toward the stairs which her two companions were starting to climb up. There was no way that she wanted to be left alone. As she moved forward she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Whipping round she saw a small figure standing in the centre of the room. Aiming her heavy weapon she almost pulled the trigger before getting a good look at the person. "Freeze!" she shouted. The figure stopped moving and at the same second she heard her two companions raise their weapons. As Kala stared at the small figure with the long black hair she was suddenly struck with a thought of her own daughter, who she hadn't seen in a couple of months. The girl suddenly jumped forward and Kala still reeling from the thoughts didn't think to shoot until too late and was struck heavily across the head. She fell back feeling the gun slip from her fingers. As she hit the ground she heard the whine of her companions gun's firing. Pushing herself up she looked around desperately for her weapon. How could she have hesitated just because the enemy was small and feminine? As she reached for weapon a scream echoed through the room. Biting back a scream she saw Keltig collapse to the floor with his chest ripped open. Puling the gun up she looked around frantically for the alien. As another scream sounded she turned her weapon in its direction and pulled the trigger spraying the area with laser fire, her eyes shut. Finally her weapon stopped shaking and silence returned to the room apart from the sound of her frightened gasps for air. After a couple of seconds of silence she opened her eyes and looked around her. The wall opposite her was peppered with hole and her breath retracted as she saw the dead body which was scattered over the wall. A footstep behind her caused her to turn. She seemed to have transformed into a monster. Blood dripped her mouth which she saw now contained sharp teeth. Her dark green eyes seemed to radiate anger and madness. A curved tail with a wicked looking point was arched over her shoulder and seemed to be aiming at her. The weapon clattered from her hands as she stared at her. She suddenly stopped a little in front of her and the expression changed slightly. "Take off your helmet" Her voice was sharp yet Kala could hear in it the high pitch of a child . Slowly she raised her hands up and lifted her helmet and as she did so she could hear her heart pound faster and faster. Her long purple hair fell down her back from where it had been inside her helmet. The alien moved closer to her and then rose up in the air so that their eyes were level. The fire in the aliens eyes had cooled but it was still present none the less. The hair on Kala's neck rose slightly and she couldn't feel anything but the savage beat of her heart and the cold grip of fear in her stomach. Theirs faces were so close now she could smell the blood of the alien. She couldn't understand why she felt so scared, so scared she was paralysed. So scared so couldn't think properly. The aliens paw slowly rose in front of her and touched her forehead. The fur was soft and cool. The aliens eyes closed and she could see she was concentrating. Fear grew inside her as she waited for something to happen. Suddenly she felt a slight tug inside her head, as if something was being pulled. The next second there was an explosion of pain inside her. She screamed out, some black being was clawing at her head, each strike send shockwaves of pain racking through her body. Suddenly images were flashing in front of her, it was as if she could see inside the alien. She could feel her desires, to eat, to kill, to train but most of all, an overwhelming desire to achieve something. Something that was more important to her than life itself. She was shocked by the naivety of some of her thoughts and was amazed by her uncaring attitude to death and that she followed a very strict set of internal rules. She then suddenly felt her overwhelming potential, the power that she might posses. It was unbelievable, impossible that any being could have such power. Suddenly she could feel the pain again and could think of nothing else. It grew and grew sending into realms of torture she didn't know existed. And then it stopped. She felt herself float away into a blessed release.
"The Council will agree." Raven turned to look back at the table. "They have no choice but to agree. Our second fleet in presently surrounding the council headquarters." There were seven Changelings sitting round the table. At the head sat King Cold and his wife Freul. Around the rest of the table sat their children, two sons, Raven, Solace and two daughter's Jolt and Furnace. The seventh Changeling was Furnace's husband, the only one of the children so far to marry, Ansk. One space was left for Freesia who was presently off on an expedition to Namek. These eight Changelings made up the high command of all Changelings and as Raven sat down also the command of most of the Universe. Several hundred years before the main countries or governments of space came together to form the Council. It was done to try and bring and end to the constant wars which had racked the Universe. In affect it was as if they tried to form the universe into one country and have the council to rule it and had formed a police service to enforce its laws. It hadn't worked but under the confusion the Changeling empire had expanded and gone through a massive secret arms build up. Through force, threats, bribery and assignation they now basically ruled the Council which meant they controlled most of the universe. Raven smiled as he thought to himself, that there were many in the council who didn't agree with this but there was no one who could stand up to them. They were far too powerful, and as one of the high command he was one of the most powerful entities in space as well as being one of its most powerful fighters. Outside this room there was no one who could touch him.
Please leave your comments and reviews. A wee bit more confusing this time, or was it not? Tell me what you thought of it. I hate making up names, hope you didn't think those of the high command sounded stupid.