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Writer's Guild / One or the Other
« on: February 25, 2013, 04:58:49 PM »
Hello.

To my shame, this is a fanfiction. {;) It has been something I have been mulling over for some time now and it is simply not going to stop distracting me until I write something about it. This story is, what I like to call, a closed story; a story that has limited potential and thus will be quite short (I don't know if there is a technical term for it, not that it matters, in all honesty. Most fanfictions are closed stories, mostly because you are working within restraints that limit creativity, but that is more of an opinion than a fact, I guess).

I came across this concept of a story recently and thought it was interesting, but just how good of a story this will be I can not say. But here's to trying, right?

Here is the prologue. Enjoy. {:)



Prologue


“What is the situation?” the Rocket Knight asks his scouts. “The fortress is practically empty, defended by a mere skeleton force. Now is the best time to attack.”

Nodding in acknowledgement, Sparkster sends the orders through to his forces via intercoms within their helmets. “All squadrons, launch the attack!”

“Stay in formation and focus on your assigned targets.” The Rocket Knight added as he thrust himself upward and led the charge from the front. In the distance ahead stood the imposing fortress to the most notorious war criminal in history, Axel Gear, and within seconds of beginning the approach, the fortresses defence systems detected the army and began to fire at the Rocket Knights. “Do not break formation!” the Knight barked to his forces, “Parry the attacks! Focus on your targets!”

The Rocket Knights began to fire magical projectiles to neutralize incoming attacks with their swords; they stayed in formation and worked together to concentrated their defensive assaults on the more powerful cannon and laser fire, which was becoming more and more intense as they continued to home in on the fortress. Even when Rocket Knights where hit, dropping from the sky, they continued onward regardless, knowing that this might be the one and only chance they could have to send a devastating blow to their enemy.

Once the army finally reached the fortress, which was now the biggest monstrosity that Sparkster had ever seen, individual squadrons split up into strike teams to launch heavy but fleeting attacks on anything that could fire anything. Sparkster’s own squadron was to penetrate the fortress and do what he does best; destroy the base from the inside out. In truth, the other Rocket Knights were nothing more than support for Sparkster, but he could not reach the fortress without an entire army to exhaust the fortresses defences.

Sparkster, flanked by four of his Rocket Knights, concentrated his attacks on weak points on the fortress to create a breach to exploit. After finally hitting a target which created a sufficient entrance, the Rocket Knights rushed in, swords charged, and blasted their pathway clear of any obstacles or enemies. To their surprise, the fortress was practically deserted except for the occasional Dark Knight that they would stumble across, but lone enemies are no match for a team of five Rocket Knights.

Working their way through the fortress, they made it to the Mechanical Core of the fortress, the source of all the fortresses power. Knowing Axel Gear, Sparkster suspected the Core to be rigged to some sort of weapon, and he ordered his Rocket Knights forward cautiously, keeping themselves behind cover. Suddenly, alarms rang out and, within moments, the Core transformed into an enormous robot with four arms blandishing swords.

The Rocket Knights, through Sparkster’s directions, focused their attacks on disarming the robot before making pit shots at the main body. Firing a surprise blast from its glass eyes, the robot targeted an area behind one Rocket Knight in cover, which caused that Knight to be thrown across the room and fall to the ground unconscious. Outraged, Sparkster roared as he charged his sword and forcefully dismembered the robot, jetted up to thrust his sword straight into the robots neck to decapitate it, and then, to finish it off, he jumped onto the head, while charging his sword, and unleashed a powerful downward strike right onto the head, shattering it into countless pieces.

Panting with exertion, Sparkster turns to his Rocket Knights, who stand in awe, before he rushes over to his downed companion. Kneeling to his comrade’s side, Sparkster checks to see if the Rocket Knight is still alive, and he was, thankfully. “Knights,” Sparkster looked to the three of them, “take our friend here and get clear of the fortress. It won’t stay floating for very long.”

“But what about you, sir?” one of his Knights piped up. “I will be along later.” he paused, “There is something I have to do.”



Walking into Axel Gear’s personal quarters, arriving first in a lounge, with an office on an elevated level, Sparkster searches the room for the book that Axel stole many years ago. The Knight hoped that his adversary would leave the book in his quarters somewhere, but, as he continued to search, he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from Axel’s bedchamber, which seemed chillingly familiar. Walking up through the office, approaching the door to the bedchamber, Sparkster listened in and the sound was unmistakable.

Cautiously opening the door, Sparkster was greeted with the sobering sight of a dead woman within a pool of her own blood. The strange sound, now loud and clear, came from the open cot next to the four-poster bed, and lying within was the tiny body of a newly born baby girl. Sparkster, becoming painfully aware of the fact that this fortress was starting to descend from the skies, carefully picked up the baby and jumped up to the open, glassless window above the bed. Looking down on her with pity, pity for knowing who her father must be, he made a silent pledge while the small girl lay within his metallic arms.

“I don’t know who are you or who you might become,” he thought to the baby, “but I, knowing your father and knowing what he would inevitably twist you into, will never allow you to fall under your father’s all-consuming self-destructive influence. I do not relish the idea of depriving you of your father, even if it is Axel Gear, but a life without him, and his nest of vipers, must be better than one with him in it.

“All that I can do is apologize for something I know you did not chose, or may not chose would it be your choice, but with this being my choice I must do what I believe to be right. I just hope, when you are old enough, that you will understand my reasoning.”

Sparkster looks out as the clouds in the distance ascend with considerable speed, “Plus, it would be cruel to leave you on a fortress which will soon be nothing but a pile of rubble.” Sparkster revved his rocket pack and jetted up, away from the fortress, as he turned and watched the fortress fall past the misty clouds below, he looked down to the baby girl again.

“Come on, little one.” Sparkster concluded, “Time to take you to your new home.” The Rocket Knight powered up his rocket pack and blasted off back to the Empire.

~~~

Sparkster kept his word and brought the child with him to the Empire. Unsure as to what he should do with her, he brought the child before the King to confide in him, which became nothing but a tragic mistake. The King, faking sincere concern for the welfare of the child, convinced Sparkster to leave the child with him while the Rocket Knight made preparations to adopt her.

Once alone with the child, the King called up Axel Gear visual communication device and explained that he was now in possession of his daughter. The King threatened that, should he refuse his ultimatum, Axel will never see his daughter ever again. The King asked for one thing, and one thing only; peace. Axel, now deprived of his main base of operations, would retreat from the Empire and never return. Should Axel keep to his word, and never attack the Empire, the girl will be handed back to him at the age of sixteen, a term to the deal the King insisted on to ensure Axel was serious about peace.

The King’s plan was to render Axel Gear powerless, using Axel’s own daughter as a bargaining chip to stop him attacking the Empire. The King believed that Axel’s Dark Knights would eventually become frustrated with his restraint and abandon him, and without an army to defend him, the King thought Axel would become vulnerable enough for the Rocket Knights to finish him off once and for all. It did not work out as the King expected.

Axel was furious over the King’s audacity, but he did want his daughter back. Axel accepted the deal with a warning: if that girl does not arrive at his base, beyond borders of the Empire, on her sixteenth birthday, that he would assume his daughter to be dead and launch a campaign of slaughter across the Empire to avenge for his daughter’s death. The King received the message with a chill before cutting the line to conclude the meeting.

Once Sparkster returned, the King told him everything without reserve. The Rocket Knight was shocked and appalled over this betrayal, and he did not know what was worse; that the King had so little faith in the Rocket Knights to deal with Axel Gear and his Dark Knights, or that the King so casually signed a baby girl’s moral death warrant. There would be no telling what Axel would expose his own daughter to, especially considering he would want to “strengthen” and “prepare” her to succeed him as leader of the Dark Knights.

Despite everything, the King did allow Sparkster to adopt the girl to keep her safe, but warned him not become too attached. After some thought, Sparkster decided to call her Erin, for no other reason than he thought it was nice.

It became common knowledge that her father, her biological father, is Axel Gear, and being the daughter of the most feared and despised man in the world does not make life comfortable. The only solace she had was her adoptive father, who, admittedly, she did not see as a father but rather as her hero. He told her how he found her, that he rescued her from Axel’s fortress when she was just a baby. From that moment on, she practically worshipped the Rocket Knight. Erin was clever, quiet and isolated from her peers, she became dependent on Sparkster. He was all she ever had worth holding on to, in her mind, and she never wanted to be apart from him. Ever.

When he finally told her, that she would be forced out of the Empire, forced away from Sparkster, it broke her heart. She was inconsolable for days, hardily ate anything for weeks, and missed so many lessons from school that Sparkster decided to pull her out of school and homeschool her instead, making her dependency on him even worse.

~~~

As you might have guessed, Axel Gear did not weaken after his deal was struck, in fact, if anything, it made him more determined than ever to crush the Empire into dust, but for as long as his daughter remained within the Empire, he cannot attack the Empire, but he could prepare.

Instead of targeting the Empire, the Dark Knights focused on previously untapped regions and nations across the world and, with an army that had been refined to deal with Rocket Knights, the unsuspecting nations of Elhorn were powerless to stop them. Soon enough, the Dark Knights were pulling in more profits from protection rackets and pillages than they ever did when attacking the Empire. The Dark Knights became truly powerful, and without the Rocket Knights to keep them in check, their ranks bloated with troops eager to serve and take their share of the spoils.

With the Dark Knights more threatening than they had ever been before, the King lost his mind to fear, and betted the future of the Empire on one girl and Axel’s word. Sparkster, determined not to allow Erin to fall into Axel’s clutches, decided to put her through the Rocket Knight training personally and tutor her on the methods he uses to control his darker emotions. He wanted to keep her safe, he wanted to ensure she would have the best chance of retaining her own mind when the King throws her into the vipers nest, and Sparkster did everything he could to prepare her.

When that dreaded day came along, her sixteenth birthday, Sparkster decided to spend as much time with her as possible, to capture as many happy moments with her before the inevitable, knowing that he might never see her again; or, at least, the Erin that he knew.

* Author's Note - Feel free to comment.  {:) *

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Random Topics / Anything of Interest
« on: February 13, 2013, 08:53:57 PM »
Hello, I noticed we don't seem to have a topic like this so I thought to add it.

This topic will be about all the weird and wonderful aspects of our little blue planet. Everything from history to geography, medicine to psychology, urban myths and legends; this will be the place where our members can share anything that they have found or studied that may be of interest to others.

I would start with what I have been looking at recently but I will write about that when I have had a good nights sleep.  {;)

If anyone wishes to start then do feel free to add anything of interest.  {:)

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Writer's Guild / Magistracy
« on: December 09, 2012, 05:40:44 PM »
Pre-Prologue Introduction – Magistracy

Welcome to the world of Progan, an enormous world of 12 continents, each with their own native population and nations. Progan is a world controlled by forces known as Old Magic, a mysterious power from before the Second Recording of History; the current era, which has lasted for over 20,000 years. Curiously enough, the Old Magic not only controls this world but also contains everyone within their home continent; it is believed that whatever created this world also erected invisible barriers around the continents to protect each continent from the others.

10,000 years ago, a great catastrophe erupted across one continent known as Karlse, the catastrophe mutilated the land and sundered the skies. The life that was known was quickly approaching its end. That was until the Magisters appeared. The Magisters are beings of untold power, capable of controlling all of wonders of creation, and they used their miraculous powers to stop the catastrophe. Once they threw down the Great Beast, the one who orchestrated this disaster, they sealed the creature away; using their own blood to secure its imprisonment.

The continent celebrated in honour of their saviours, and through the passage of time; the Magisters were recognised for more than just their past efforts, and they rose through the ranks of society to the very top; to rule the continent.

“For as long as there is one Magister in all of Karlse, so shall the Great Beast be forever sealed in its prison. May the Magisters live eternally, for our existence depends on theirs, and so does all the lives of those beyond our lands.” – Words engraved on the throne within the Grand Palace of Karlse.

*Authors Note - This is merely a pre-prologue introduction to start things off, and to gather some interest as well. I find it easier to write stories if the audience already possesses some basic knowledge about the story. I will have the prologue gone before the weekend (hopefully). Also, would it be helpful to add in how to pronounce names? I am not sure whether to add them or not.*

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