The Story - Episode 2
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II. Zan, the Second
“Zan, quiet down with the equipment there! I’m trying to write a letter here!” Drake alarmed me.
“Oh, sorry ‘bout that, Drake. S’just that I always get too much into my sparring often,” I replied to him.
Drake and I are still good buddies at our current age and we still group out about 2 times a month. We’ve still gotten along ever since the day we met and we’ve kept our friendship goin’ for a while. On the other hand, we each have our own interests. I take my business in practicing my arts in combat, while Finx over there, takes his business in his love, Rhea. Just kidding. He actually spends a good amount of time catching up on his studies at MIT, while training separately with Cidus. Well anyway, back to my story. Before I was found to be in this unique group, I was a young man feeling a need for something in life. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that something was beyond my mind for me to discover in the future. And when I did make this discovery, my life was completely changed and I was a new being; not the everyday, average man, but a unique being with out-of-this-world abilities. Here, my story begins around the outskirts of a battlefield during The Saturn Civil War…
It was the spring of 2605, if I can remember clearly and I was a soldier of the Air Intelligence Military Squad, also known as AIMS. I wasn’t popular within the group and was a bit of an outcast in the squad. Here, I served in the Ship Defensive Squadron, which was quite a dangerous task, especially since it was the day of The Great War. I inspected my firearms and shields to see if everything was alright for the battle and slipped into my laser-proof uniform.
“Attention, all Defensive Squadron pilots! Prepare to board your ships. Launching time is at 900 hours,” the announcer reported.
My time lens read 8:30 A.M.S.A., giving me half an hour to take off. I was well prepared ahead of time and therefore, with nothing else to spend my time with, I took out my palm scanner to read over the strategies and the route I was to take. The path was a fairly dangerous journey, crossing through fury clouds and rock storms. I had spent days preparing for this battle, but for a reason I still felt somewhat unprepared. Something was definitely wrong and I could sense it clearly.
“Attention, Defensive Squadron pilots! The time magnet has reached 10 minutes to. Please enter your command systems now. I repeat, enter your command systems now and prepare for takeoff,” he notified us.
Well, it was time, so I hid back my palm scanner, placed my blast helmet on, and entered my ship. I waited patiently, while thinking of what would result in this battle and if I would succeed. What continued to come up to my mind was the old saying, “If you win, you win. If you lose, you lose.” Though calm in my seat with my silver strap secure over my chest, I was nervous wondering how I would get through with this.
“Mr. Foujun, your blast shield still hasn’t been activated. Please pay attention for the last time,” the commander warned me.
“Yes, Sir! Sorry about the error, Sir!” I replied.
I just don’t understand why we have to talk so oddly. Anyways, the short 10 minutes had passed, and the defensive hover-jets had launched off one by one as the trail headed closer to my aircraft. Finally, I smoked up into the gray, clouds of fury, ready for this important battle of the century.
“This is Defensive Squadron Leader, Brenton Serge speaking. Let’s do this for the planet! Keep your engines steady and remember the plan. Stay together. Now is everyone ready?” our leader, Brenton commanded with pride.
“Yes, Sir!” our pilots echoed across the laser-message transmitters.
Our adventure had begun as we neared closer to the other side of the planet. As we neared this point, Ginnis Wyndshaw had spotted the enemy in a chain of fighter pilots heading towards our direction.
“Commander Serge! I’ve found the enemy nearing closer to us. They seem to be a line of aircruisers traveling at rapid speeds,” Wyndshaw reported.
“Great. Now, crew, let’s split. Allow our fighters to begin attack. We’ll come in after they pass by us and back them up,” Serge told us.
Therefore, our team split into two rows as the fighters entered. We followed after they passed us and entered into the attack as well. Since lasers were blind bullets, our radar instantly tracked them down, allowing us to dodge the shots. I advanced into the row of fighters with my laser attacks and force beams. Engine after engine I blew, dodging the attacks continuously with success. Unfortunately, my actions were not always lucky when I smelt an addictive odor of sour smell. I set my vehicle in reverse and started the Jet-Check procedure on my pilot display screen. What I saw surprised me. My electricity circuits and wires had been blown off, interrupting the signals in keeping my ship in the air. Tremors took place all over my chest as clear sweat dripped across the side of my forehead into my hair bristles. I was tumbling in mid-air in my jet with no electric power to recharge. Immediately, I pushed the eject panel and jetted out of my seat. Luckily, I had my gravity-control pack tied around my back like I was supposed to. As air whooshed into my face, I placed my finger on the activation button.
My eyes slowly opened into a transparent, blue dome, as I lay almost faint on the ground. The landing sphere I had activated had luckily worked, still glowing around my tired body. I pressed the button once again and was revealed to a field of brown soil, blue grass, and yellow fields of wheat. I still couldn’t lift myself up, realizing of my bruised arms and legs, and my enormous fatigue. Suddenly, I, without any energy, collapsed on the quiet field.
“Good evening, Mr. Foujun,” I heard a voice, “How have you been doing?”
“Who are you?” I murmured.
“My name is Cidus Forthos. You, boy, are a lucky one, since I found you just four hours ago laying down in the dirt,” he told me.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“You are in a place that is confidential ‘til I tell you the secrets, Mr. Foujun. You see, I knew who you were even before I found you. You have been discovered as one of the five of The Chosen. Let me explain. Has your life felt different recently; almost as if you have seemed an outcast from the everyday society?”
“Y…yes, definitely. How’d you figure that out?”
“Well, I did not figure that out. I knew. For, you are a special one. A unique life form; still human, but with not the everyday intellect and ability. You see, mostly everyone in the galaxy has the exact same characteristics of a human. But there are some that exceed this category; The Chosen. The total I know of are five in our worlds, who, in fact, are very rare in their kind and you, Mr. Foujun, are the second…
I. The First of
Five
II. Zan, the
Second
III. The New
Girl
IV. The Search
for Mengsk
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