Chapter 1: Escape
Hover Transport Callsign Prion One
En-Route to Unity Palace Courtyard
Luthirovka
GA 259, Day 69
Castor strained against his ferroplas handcuffs. It was of no use and it only elicited a raised eyebrow from the FLA guards seated in the back of the transport with him. He stole a glance at his own daughter, Tuesday. Her nose was reddish, probabky from crying but no tears ever rolled form her eyes. Tuesday caught his sidelong glance and looked back.
KNS Xavathii K'rak
High orbit over Luthirovka
GA 259, Day 69.5
"My liege, the invasion froces has performed much better than expected. We sustained minimal losses and the whole palace is in our hands. 95% of the population has been subverted, and it will only be a matter of time before the rest comply. As we speak, m'lord, a hover-transport carrying the royal family is being escorted to the palace."
"The royal family, you say?"
"Aff. The royal family it is."
"Very well. Deploy the Diowreen Tsamma Cluster to blockade this planet, and prepare my personal shuttle for departure immediately."
"At once, my liege!"
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Tuesday cringed as she was shoved violently into a prison cell. The door was snapped shut, and the familiar hum of a force field generator somewhere nearby floated to her ear. She lay back on the ionocrete floor and looked around. Four walls, a floor and a ceiling. No windows at all. She rolled about, trying to feel for anything that could allow her to escape, but to no avail. She had no choice, but to sit in a dark corner of her cell, her hands still manacled behind her. fatigue soon took over, and she nodded off to sleep.
There she was, sitting at the back of a transport. she hugged her father tightly while their driver maneuvered the transport, weaving in between laser and missile fire. But that was not enough. They had attracted a full platoon of Catborgs, and when Tuesday looked out of a porthole, she saw them all, bounded towards the transport like tigers seeking their prey.
With savage ferocity, the Catborgs struck. Their armored claws ripped through the transport like wet taffy, and the driver in the cab was immediately torn to pieces. Similarly, everyone else in the cab was killed too. She held her breath as an armored claw of a Catborg stopped at her neck. But nothing happened. When she opened her eyes, there was only her and her father left...
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Day 70
Tuesday woke up with a start. That dream she had...it was so real...so frightening...how long had she slept for? Just then, two uniformed guards entered her cell. They grabbed her violently by the wrists, and dragged her out.
"W...where are w...we g..ggoingg?" She gasped out. No reply.
After what seemed like eternity, she was dragged back out to the courtyard. She saw her father there, kneeling down and for a moment, she wanted to run over to him. It was tehn she noticed the big shuttle a few meters away. Armed guards stood around it, and a ramp lowered from the shuttle. Out stepped a figure, whom Tuesday recognised as a member of the Kreloss. The figure was escorted by 6 soldiers, dressed similarly to what her prison escorts wore, but they seemed to have bigger rifles slung across their shoulders.
"What is a Kreloss doing here? Shouldn't it be some FLA guy or something?" she thought.
"My, my, my. Isn't it Castor over here? How do you do, old friend?"
Castor looked up at the Kreloss in disgust. He was wearing a blue robe, flowed all around his body and had an elaborate headgear.
"Why, I believe you must have forgotten me. How could you forget? Perhaps i should remind you again. Zygog Maehaslk, remember? No? That's too bad. " Zygog turned his head over to Tuesday.
"Ahh...your daughter , I presume? Such a pretty young thing. You know what i mean don't you?"
Tuesday cringed.
"Why are you doing this to us? Stop this invasion, and we can make peace. Call off your troops," Castor pleaded.
"Oh no no no. You have something we need, and of course, an invasion would give us a bonus. How profitable, isn't it? And I think I've had enought of your stupid FLA fools. Without my troops, they wouldn't have reached here. They should all die."
Castor looked around. One by one, the olive-green uniformed FLA troops all dropped dead to the ground, killed by an unseen force. Purple-robed Kreloss took their place.
"And now, I claim the planet Luthirovka and the Felidian Galaxy in the name of the Kreloss!"
All the Kreloss cheered.
It was then Castor decided to make his move. Out from his pocket suddenly dropped a few clusters of smoke grenades, dating back to the Early Era. Thick smoke drifted all over the place, and he shouted, "Run my child! Run! Take the planet back from them!"
It was then Tueday realised what her father wanted her to do. Struggling to her feet, she managed to overpower her stunned Kreloss guards and immediately cut away her restraints with their heat knifes. Then, grabbing a photon rifle, she ran off...away from the courtyard...even while weapons fire erupted behind her.
Hover Transport Callsign Prion One
En-Route to Unity Palace Courtyard
Luthirovka
GA 259, Day 69
Castor strained against his ferroplas handcuffs. It was of no use and it only elicited a raised eyebrow from the FLA guards seated in the back of the transport with him. He stole a glance at his own daughter, Tuesday. Her nose was reddish, probabky from crying but no tears ever rolled form her eyes. Tuesday caught his sidelong glance and looked back.
KNS Xavathii K'rak
High orbit over Luthirovka
GA 259, Day 69.5
"My liege, the invasion froces has performed much better than expected. We sustained minimal losses and the whole palace is in our hands. 95% of the population has been subverted, and it will only be a matter of time before the rest comply. As we speak, m'lord, a hover-transport carrying the royal family is being escorted to the palace."
"The royal family, you say?"
"Aff. The royal family it is."
"Very well. Deploy the Diowreen Tsamma Cluster to blockade this planet, and prepare my personal shuttle for departure immediately."
"At once, my liege!"
**********************************************
Tuesday cringed as she was shoved violently into a prison cell. The door was snapped shut, and the familiar hum of a force field generator somewhere nearby floated to her ear. She lay back on the ionocrete floor and looked around. Four walls, a floor and a ceiling. No windows at all. She rolled about, trying to feel for anything that could allow her to escape, but to no avail. She had no choice, but to sit in a dark corner of her cell, her hands still manacled behind her. fatigue soon took over, and she nodded off to sleep.
There she was, sitting at the back of a transport. she hugged her father tightly while their driver maneuvered the transport, weaving in between laser and missile fire. But that was not enough. They had attracted a full platoon of Catborgs, and when Tuesday looked out of a porthole, she saw them all, bounded towards the transport like tigers seeking their prey.
With savage ferocity, the Catborgs struck. Their armored claws ripped through the transport like wet taffy, and the driver in the cab was immediately torn to pieces. Similarly, everyone else in the cab was killed too. She held her breath as an armored claw of a Catborg stopped at her neck. But nothing happened. When she opened her eyes, there was only her and her father left...
**********************************************
Day 70
Tuesday woke up with a start. That dream she had...it was so real...so frightening...how long had she slept for? Just then, two uniformed guards entered her cell. They grabbed her violently by the wrists, and dragged her out.
"W...where are w...we g..ggoingg?" She gasped out. No reply.
After what seemed like eternity, she was dragged back out to the courtyard. She saw her father there, kneeling down and for a moment, she wanted to run over to him. It was tehn she noticed the big shuttle a few meters away. Armed guards stood around it, and a ramp lowered from the shuttle. Out stepped a figure, whom Tuesday recognised as a member of the Kreloss. The figure was escorted by 6 soldiers, dressed similarly to what her prison escorts wore, but they seemed to have bigger rifles slung across their shoulders.
"What is a Kreloss doing here? Shouldn't it be some FLA guy or something?" she thought.
"My, my, my. Isn't it Castor over here? How do you do, old friend?"
Castor looked up at the Kreloss in disgust. He was wearing a blue robe, flowed all around his body and had an elaborate headgear.
"Why, I believe you must have forgotten me. How could you forget? Perhaps i should remind you again. Zygog Maehaslk, remember? No? That's too bad. " Zygog turned his head over to Tuesday.
"Ahh...your daughter , I presume? Such a pretty young thing. You know what i mean don't you?"
Tuesday cringed.
"Why are you doing this to us? Stop this invasion, and we can make peace. Call off your troops," Castor pleaded.
"Oh no no no. You have something we need, and of course, an invasion would give us a bonus. How profitable, isn't it? And I think I've had enought of your stupid FLA fools. Without my troops, they wouldn't have reached here. They should all die."
Castor looked around. One by one, the olive-green uniformed FLA troops all dropped dead to the ground, killed by an unseen force. Purple-robed Kreloss took their place.
"And now, I claim the planet Luthirovka and the Felidian Galaxy in the name of the Kreloss!"
All the Kreloss cheered.
It was then Castor decided to make his move. Out from his pocket suddenly dropped a few clusters of smoke grenades, dating back to the Early Era. Thick smoke drifted all over the place, and he shouted, "Run my child! Run! Take the planet back from them!"
It was then Tueday realised what her father wanted her to do. Struggling to her feet, she managed to overpower her stunned Kreloss guards and immediately cut away her restraints with their heat knifes. Then, grabbing a photon rifle, she ran off...away from the courtyard...even while weapons fire erupted behind her.