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Posted 05 August 2009 - 09:44 PM

This started as a short story I wrote for n english class, but I liked the idea so much that I started writing a sequel. The first part of this is the original. In my opinion, it isn't nearly as good as the sequel I'm working on now (I tried to pack too much in too little space, that combined with very odd references here and there, got me off track a little). However, I would ask all of my potential readers to hold in there. It will get better. I hope at least.

Also, I didn't divide this into chapters originally, and I'm not going to now. I hope to eventually rewrite it, making it better overall, and certainly improving the organization. However, for the moment I am going to copy and paste to the best of my abilities and hope that the "chapters" don't sound too bad.

Please tell me anything wrong with my writing and any suggestions are welcomed. While they will in no way effect the first, already written section, I am actually posting this hoping for some criticism/ideas to inspire me for the sequel. Please simply tell me whatever you are thinking, no matter how bad.


Chapter 1 (sort of):

John looked around at his fellow “volunteers”, amongst them he spotted his friends Linda and Sam. They and approximately 150 other people were being held in the large detention cell on a capitol ship somewhere right outside the gravitational pull of earth. He knew enough of space battles to know that the ship was positioned this way so that if trouble did appear they could complete a slingshot orbit and be accelerating out system and into the alternate dimension of slipstream space within a matter of minutes.

John wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, it had been rumored the government had been abducting people in order to conduct illegal, bioaugmentation research for months, but he had thought that they were just rumors, that was until this morning when he had been attacked and subdued, after a half hour of strong resistance, by a group of about two dozen large, ape-like aliens that were covered from head to foot in thick brown hair. These creatures were clearly from, at least, two different species, some had some sort of phase crossbows, the other specie seemed to be fond of blades. Most of them had guns that looked like normal blaster pistols except that they had two long blades sticking out from under the end of the barrels, but shot strange needle-like objects that splintered into shrapnel upon contact with their target. The rest had grenade launchers that had huge curved blades that started at the barrel and stretched all the way back to the user’s elbow.

Any one of these beasts, unarmed, would have been much more than a match for most humans, John however, was not most humans, he took down at least five of these aliens, and he hadn’t been unarmed either. He was always armed with some sort of weapon. He always wore a device around each of his wrists that could arm him. One simply was a hidden knife, it slid out of a sheath with the flick of a wrist and vibrated at speeds that allowed it to cut through nearly anything. He used this wrist knife mainly to kill people stealthily since it released no types of energy that could be traced, and it was nearly completely silent, it was also his decoy, because it was made of just enough stealth ore to fool weapon sensors, but it was made of enough other metals to be tagged as a possible weapon. This was very important in the underground city in which he lived.

John was from a dangerous underground section of earth, designed as a utopia, but now an awful hangout for criminals. As the human population dumped more and more pollution into the air some of the social elites pooled their resources and built a huge underground utopia. This utopia, however quickly became nothing more than a hideout for thugs and criminals of all sorts, a place where they could hide from the growing eyes of the Illuminati and the GAG (the Ground Air Guard). A private police force that works for the highest bidder, both planet side and in space, hence their name. The local police forces, little more than angry residents out to get those who ruined their previous utopia, were little threat to most of the dangerous underground crowd, the GAG, however, had been cracking down harder and harder on unauthorized weapons underground. As most of the underground residents were thugs, mercenaries, assassins, and other criminals, nearly all of their weapons were, not only unauthorized, but often stolen, or banned from earth altogether. Even though the GAG were dangerous, they were nothing compared to the thugs themselves. This is what kept John using a decoy weapon, it was always better for the criminals to know you were armed, this was true for two reasons. One was that they were less likely to start a fight with an armed person, and two, they were much more suspicious of someone who appeared unarmed.

The device on his right hand was the more important of the two, it looked like a normal power gauntlet, a metal glove that gives the wearer extremely enhanced strength, but was much more deadly. This device, an AT-AT, short for atomic transformation activation technology, was a true technological marvel, and was one of the many highly dangerous weapons banned from earth. This device was so dangerous because it could form any weapon, literally, in a snap. This was made possible because of the glove’s pocket of omni-atoms. These are artificially made particles that can expand, shrink, bond with nearly anything, and transform into nearly any element. Sensors in the palm and fingers of the glove control these specially designed atoms. These sensors draw the atoms out of their resting places and instantly shape and bond them to form any weapon that the user has touched with the sensors.

These weapons were banned because, one, they were too dangerous for criminals to have, and too expensive for cops to afford, and two, they had a horrible reputation of exploding when too many weapon forms were stored in the glove’s small memory unit. John had built his AT-AT himself from the bottom up and had gotten rid of this problem, however he only kept five weapon imprints in the device at a time, so that he could keep his activation motions simple, and the device wouldn’t confuse them. His activation signals were pushing any two of his fingers together, or all of them. This served his purpose well because he didn’t need more than five weapons and he often needed to keep his movements to a minimum right before combat broke out.

Although these weapons were useful, John had an even more deadly one, his friend Sam, and Sam’s sister, Linda. Overall neither Sam nor Linda looked physically dangerous, but their appearances were deceiving. They were both always armed, whether they appeared so or not. They both had AT-ATs on one of their hands, and each carried a decoy weapon of their own, that could be used in small-scale fights. Sam, a flame sword on his belt, and Linda, an air-powered sniper rifle slung over her back. Although these two people in themselves didn’t look that impressive, they shared a deadly secret with John, all three had power over two of the six basic elements.

These friends met for the first time in a special-ops training center, where they had been trained to be deadly with any known form of weaponry. They had wanted to join the UNSCSC, the United Nations Security Council Space Corp, marines. However, after the Illuminati had taken over earth and before they had revealed themselves, they had sponsored a UNSCSC program to enhance soldiers. Through the use of breaking-edge technology combined with ancient dark magic rituals the Illuminati henchmen gave John, Sam, and Linda, the only surviving test subjects, control over the six basic elements, fire, water, earth, wind, lightning, and darkness. Any one of the powers would have made the human body so unstable that the friends would have exploded. The Illuminati had planned ahead, however, and gave them each power over conflicting elements, bringing stability along with their unnatural powers. To Sam went the powers of earth and wind, to Linda the control of fire and water, and to John, control over lightning and that of darkness. The three friends, learning of the torturous deaths faced by the other “failed” test subjects, used their newly granted abilities and destroyed the entire camp, along with everyone in it.

Over the years they grew more skilled, and as a result, much more powerful. They started to expand their control and their powers grew until they each could harness the others’ elements, but still had only mastered their own. This made them a deadly team in combat, not only could they kill eighty-five percent of the sentinents in the galaxy one-on-one, but they could also combine their controlled elements to form terrifyingly strong attacks, capable of instantly wiping out most types of sentient, and insentient, species.

However, none of this helped the three of them at the moment. They had been stripped of all of their weapons, even their AT-ATs, their mysterious captors had known what they were. Any one of them could have broke out of the chains that were binding them and saved all three of them, even if the other two were unconscious, but the question was, at what cost? They had joined the hidden rebel organization, known as Whiplash, to try to use their abilities to help people and bring an end to the Illuminati, killing or injuring most of the beings in the room full of prisoners would defeat their purpose of trying to help people. So they silently signaled to each other to remain still and peaceful, for the moment.

I'm just going to claim this is a chapter and hope any readers will simply believe me. I apologize for any choppiness between posts. I'd be happy to hear any feedback or suggestions and answer any questions.

This post has been edited by lt dragon: 05 August 2009 - 09:46 PM

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Posted 08 August 2009 - 12:31 AM

awesome concept hope you continue the story first chapter needs to
be slightly longer and a bit more descriptive. but you have real talent

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Posted 08 August 2009 - 02:00 PM

QUOTE (dran78 @ Aug 8 2009, 01:31 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
awesome concept hope you continue the story first chapter needs to
be slightly longer and a bit more descriptive. but you have real talent


Thanks. I agree the beginning isn't so great, but it will get better. Honestly, when I'm forced to write something for school, like I was this, the writing just doesn't "flow" as good as when I'm writing for my own purposes. Thanks for the comment though. I was waiting for one before I added the next section.

Here it is:

James Madison once was a mid-level official within the Illuminati organization, but he had quickly rose through the ranks when he came up with the idea to reopen illegal bioaugmenttation research, in an attempt to create an army of super soldiers, that would destroy all opponents of his organization and make them the one world government that they had been striving for, for centuries. Of course there had been others with the same scheme in mind that had not gained the support of the Illuminati elites, but his plan had a secret. The bioaugmentation research had been shut down, not because it didn’t work, for the exact opposite reason, it worked too well. The previous test subjects had grown to be extremely powerful and had turned on the scientists, because of the pain that they had caused them. Obviously, this caused problems for the scientists. Once the Illuminati ran out of lab technicians and lost almost all of their leading bio-upgrading experts they trashed the whole project and gave up. James’ plan was to turn the super soldiers into mindless drones. He wanted to remove the cortex of their brain that controlled critical thinking and decision-making. This would cause them to be totally obedient automatons that would fulfill their orders, no matter what the cost. They would have no fear of death and no concept of avoiding pain, they would do as they were told, when they were told. He also had plans to build a grand army of clones if the original tests worked out all right, these clones would be nearly impossible to overcome as soon as they were created, even more so after they were bioaugmented.

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John looked over at Sam and Linda, he nodded, they nodded back, it was nearly time to act. Over the last week of their captivity they had gotten to know their daily schedule well enough to feel confident in their plans of rebellion. The guards came in once in the morning to transfer the prisoners to the mess hall for breakfast, again at around noon when they mysteriously asked for volunteers to leave with them, and once in the evening to escort the prisoners to the mess hall again for their evening meal. Overall life wasn’t so bad, they were fed only twice a day, but they were fed more than enough to keep them alive. It seemed as if, besides from keeping them prisoners, and the noon selections, their captors wanted to keep them as happy as possible. The only reason John, Linda, or Sam could come up with to explain this was that the prisoners greatly outnumbered the guards. This was, of course, a good thing in their eyes, but they wondered why such a big ship was needed for an average sized group of prisoners, and a small group of guards. They agreed to do their best to discover why this was before getting off of the ship.

The selections that happened every noon were in themselves an overall peaceful event. The first few days the prisoners had actually volunteered to leave their cell with the guards. However, as the days went by and nothing was heard from those who had left, the guards had to start using more force. They would walk in and always ask for volunteers, when no one would answer one of the guards would load his blaster rifle with ten tranquilizers and shoot randomly into the crowd. The ten that fell were the ten they took, these people were never heard from nor seen again.

Thus the guards were surprised when, one day, three of the prisoners stepped forward as volunteers to leave their cell. Surprised as they were they showed no exterior sign and shot seven others to take with them.

John, Linda, and Sam, along with the seven others were taken to a room that was obviously used for human lab tests. The furnishings consisted of ten beds, approximately a foot and a half apart, equipped with arm and leg restraints in the form of bio-forming liquimetal. The ten prisoners were then forced to lay down on the beds and the restraints instantly flowed around their wrists and ankles and hardened, binding them to the surface. After the events had gone this far John started to get worried, being bound to a lab table without any form of weapon or sharp object in sight was not his idea of an escape, a quick glance to either side at the faces of Linda and Sam showed that he wasn’t the only one harboring doubts.

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James Madison, normally a calm, methodical man, was nearly running down the hallway to the repulsorvator, which traveled down to the laboratory levels of the ship. He had just received a message on his comlink telling him that three of the prisoners that were about to be tested had activity in their brains that shouldn’t have been there, in a section of the cerebral cortex long associated with the magic that ancient humans once wielded. As soon as he heard this his mind had gone back to one of the previous projects he had set up. He had tried to give volunteer space marines the control over the six basic elements, of course they hadn’t known exactly what they were volunteering for, but it was better to call them volunteers to smooth over some of the more conservative bureaucrats, until they could be forcefully removed from office that was. He had set up the project and oversaw it from a distance, but luckily, wasn’t in the camp during the experimentation. The report he had read claimed that these three individuals, who should have been sedated anyway, destroyed the entire camp and every living thing in it to avenge the pain caused to the failed test subjects. James had halted the Persian bio-augmentation project for the moment just to see these three people. While it was possible that the readings were simply a mistake, he couldn’t take that chance.

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John was trying to communicate with Sam and Linda on either side of him with minimal movement of his head, so as not to alert the guards, this turned out to be extremely difficult however. He eventually just decided to move how ever much it took, he figured that if whatever was about to happen to them had a need for restraints, there was no reason to hide their communications. Even if the guards noticed, they wouldn’t understand the mixture of facial expressions and eye movements that made up the trio’s sign language anyway. Together, the three were trying to figure out what to do. They weren’t sure exactly what kind of metal their bonds were made of, or even if they were breakable at all. They didn’t want to act and fail, but they wanted to get out as quick as possible. Before they could come to a conclusion, however, their restraints transmogrified back into the liquid they were originally and flowed back into their respective holding dishes. The three sat up and looked around, the others were not only still restrained, but had also already been sedated.

Sam and Linda each rolled off of their lab beds and ducked on either side of them, revealing as little of their bodies as possible to the lasers or projectiles that they were certain would come. John however just sat were he was. He had scanned over the room with his eyes and saw no trace of the guards, or any type of scientists, apparently the others had been knocked out remotely. John looked around and saw Sam and Linda climbing back to their feet, both feeling a bit foolish, but John didn’t say a word, he knew how hard it was to break away from the training that their drill sergeants had ingrained in their minds. As the two stood up the three signed to each other their suspicions. Either someone had freed them on purpose just to toy with them, this seemed unlikely, some idiot had pushed the wrong button, or there was a problem in the wiring. Although these thoughts flashed through all of their minds, none of them really cared. It was all just an unconscious method of stalling so that they didn’t face the true question: If they should just make a run for it or if they should try to help the others.

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Okay. There's what I'm calling the second chapter, or at least the second section. Sorry for the major lack of dialogue, but stealth was an important implement in the plot, as well as I wanted to spite my English teacher after she instructed us about the importance of dialogue in short stories. The second installment, which is what I'm working on now in my free time is, in my opinion, better written, and has more speaking parts. I wanted to just post it, but it includes many references to what happened in the above prequel and wouldn't have made much sense. I'll update as soon as I see I have another post. Thanks for reading.

This post has been edited by lt dragon: 08 August 2009 - 02:03 PM

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Posted 23 November 2009 - 04:13 PM

You have a good start but I'd rather read your book 4, at least for now.
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