My calling
Author: Cornell Valentine Gainsborough
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
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Disclamer: Refer to chapter 1.
Chapter 3: Beginnings
Nelius closed his Log Journal, barely placing inside of his travel bag. He hadn't had the chance to get any sleep since the chase last chapter, and the drowsiness was beginning to catch up to him in heavy amounts. At times, he had to fight in order to stay awake.
Around the Dimension Port, there were many diverse kinds of ships docked around the city. While most of them looked similar to the avarage pirate ship (think the pirates of the Item World), there were several ships that had the futuristic design going for them. One ship in particular caught his sleepy attention.
It was easily a large ship, with four ionic thrusters in the back. Two sets of wings, one in the front and one in the back, had special hinges that allowed them to fold into their current shape; they were known as swing wings. The front of the ship, however, was what caught his attention the most: another set of swing wings had folded over the cockpit of the ship, giving it a feline appearance. Nelius laughed at the irony of his situation.
'I get away from a feline, and this ship has its own feline features.' Shaking away the drowsiness, he turned his mind back onto his mission. He had to find a ship to stow away on in order to escape this Netherworld. He checked his bag. There was enough food to last him for at least a week, two if he skipped a day on eating every now and then. 'Good. It should last me the length of the trip.'
Unfortunately for him, while he'd been checking his supplies, most of the ships had taken off, leaving Nelius with a few scant choices.
'Oh, now I know this was scripted.' His choices had been dwindled down from roughly one hundred to only three.
One of the ships he recognized immediately. It was one of Sirea's personal battle cruisers, normally used for supply runs. That one was out of the question.
The second ship had the fairly archetypical design, looking like a regular Item World Pirate Ship. He'd easily stick out like a sore appendage on that old thing.
His choice settled on the feline-esque ship.
MAKAI!
"Hey, Brad, good to see you again!" The Heavy Knight, known for its strong armor and excellent throwing radius, called out.
The one known as Brad was a anthropomorphic black jaguar. Though the sight of an upright walking cat was common, Brad was a completely different case, mostly in the fact that he was the only known male cat demon; an incredibly rare case in the Netherworlds. Some would consider him a walking trophy, if not for the fact that, for his size, he could easily tear any hunter to shreds in the blink of an eye.
"Jackson." He grinned toward the Knight. "I can certainly see you're doing fine as well."
"So, the usual supply of stuff?" He reached underneath the counter and extracted a box marked Brad.
"Yeah." The cat reached into his pocket and extracted a bag with Jackson's payment. He handed it over to the Knight. "This should be enough."
"My friend, it's more than enough. So, how's the formation coming along?"
"Well, I've got the construction down, but I can't step out of the boundaries; otherwise, everything will shatter apart."
"That must suck. Sounds like you'd need a good explorationist."
"Yeah, but hey, you can't have everything. Well, see you later." With that, Brad headed back for his ship, Phantom Cat Mk. 2.
MAKAI!
Sneaking around to the backside of the large ship, Nelius noticed a bay door open, with two Heavy Knights busy loading several boxes full of supplies.
'Getting past those two won't be easy,' He noted. As one loaded a box up, the other stood watch, making it practically impossible to get past them. After a good five minutes, the two headed around to the front of the ship to signal that everything was packed up. As the loading door closed, Nelius shot out from his hiding spot, and, with a leap that could put the Mario Brothers to shame, he jumped over the closing door and made it inside. 'Whew, I made it... whoaa!" He didn't have much time to congratulate himself, because just two seconds after the door closed, the ship rattled and took off.
'Next destination: wherever the hell I'm headed!' With that, he lulled off to his much needed sleep, postponed by the three demons who'd chased him well into the morning hours.
MAKAI!
Back at the Overlord's Keep, damage assessment was going around, ever since the invasion of the bandits. Cera was busy overseeing reconstruction.
"What's going on here?" Sirea's voice rang out.
"Mistress Sirea!" Cera was immediately present. "During your time away, several factions of bandits attempted to raid the castle. Of course, they weren't a match."
"Spare me the attempt at flattery, where are the vassals?"
"Currently finishing repairs on the damaged areas."
"I see, and what about that boy?"
"He's been rather quiet as of late. I saw him fighting a few bandits near the pantry, but that was it."
"Go to his room, then; check up on him." Cera did as she was commanded as Sirea took a seat upon her throne.
The meeting had been over three days long, mostly concerning new matters between the Netherworlds, Earth, and Celestia. While she didn't care much for the Earth, the matter on Celestia had caught her rapt attention. As she was about to go over the details, Cera burst into the throne room.
"M-mistress Sirea... he's gone!" Her face was pale.
"What?!" Sirea's face grew red with fury. "What do you mean, he's gone?"
"Somehow, he escaped. I don't see how, since someone else should've seen him."
"I don't care about the details, just find that boy immediately!" Sirea shrieked. Cera was out of the throne room in a heartbeat. She moved to the balcony which allowed her a view of the Netherworld she held dominion over. 'I cannot allow him to fall into another Overlord's hands. He possesses something of great value to me, and I will have it!' She looked toward the darkened sky, seeing the few ships that came in and out of the Dimension Port.
'I will have you back, my little hybrid.'
MAKAI!
Well, this concludes another chapter.
Now that I realize it, I really don't need OpenOffice to write out these stories. True, it is an excellent writing program, but I currently see no need to download it yet.
Until next chapter,
Cornell Valentine Gainsborough