Redemption Posted March 14, 2006 Share Posted March 14, 2006 [center][IMG]http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/8269/king9ql.png[/IMG] [b]Space.[/center] [INDENT][right][size=1]A cold, endless vortex that is said to expand further and further into nothingness every second. Space was said to be mankind's last frontier. But when our ancestors decided to ravaged our home planet, Earth, until there was nothing left, it was the only place our race could go. That was over 2000 years ago - the year being 4210 AD, 1360 AE (After Earth). Now we humans live on a space nicknamed [I]Metal Earth[/I] - a shoddy steel replica of our home planet. Bet you?re wondering how this massive steel ball is able to support 3 billion people? Well, you see, before our ancestors decided to screw the rest of us over by using all the resources on Earth, some so-called genius scientists made this entity they dubbed PRINCESS. Now PRINCESS is what makes [I]Metal Earth[/I] exist. She grows our food, supplies us with drinkable water and somehow manages to produce any commodity that the colony ever needs. Or so the government says. Everyone on this colony knows that PRINCESS exists, but no one, I mean no one, not even the President of the World Union (our government), has ever seen this seemingly mighty invention. But even this invention has its faults. Rumours have been flying around the colony, largely mentioning that PRINCESS is failing. I've noticed things - small things - that could prove this theory. For example - showering times have been restricted to 3 minutes, food rations have been halved in quantity and quality, and there have even been blackouts throughout the entire colony. Now, this may be a little inconvenient for the white-collars (people working behind desks or desk-jobs), but for us blue-collared labourers, this is the beginning of a nightmare. As well as the rumours about PRINCESS failing, there have been other rumours floating around - ones regarding KING. KING is supposedly our saviour. Apparently, KING is the prototype of PRINCESS and is able to create a planet bigger than Earth, with unlimited resources, from scratch to completion in a matter of hours. But, there?s a catch. For one, we don?t even know it exists. It may be a wild-goose chase that spans the entire universe. Secondly, even if we knew it existed, we?d need a map to find it. And it is said that the combination of five specific people?s DNA would make the map. It?s like trying to find a five needles in a haystack. Five people, from three billion. They might not even be alive, so there goes that theory down the toilet. Personally, I reckon it's a load of ********. By the way, the name's Van. I'm one of the many spaceship mechanics upon [I]Metal Earth[/I]. And one day, I'm going to get off this God-forsaken piece of space junk and find myself a real planet one day.[/size][/INDENT][/right] [center]================================================[/center] [color=DarkOrange][size=1][I]Friday? at last. The week was finally over and done with. It was supposed to be a time for a drink with the boys, then a good night?s rest. No matter how much I tried to isolate myself from society, society would always come to seek me out. Tonight, was no exception.[/I] ? So? you work for the government?? The smoky atmosphere of the bar highly contrasted against the person Van posed the question to, although, there was also a slight likeness. Pale silver eyes with rectangular-framed glasses placed over them and pale silver hair that gave off an eerie glow. A feminine body, although not overly feminine at the same time. She gave off the sense that she was some sort of researcher or scientist with those clothes and that attitude. When the woman didn?t reply, Van sighed and took another sip from his whisky glass as they sat up at the bar. ? It?s only polite to answer a question that someone asked, even if it?s not with the answer.? ? Oh? I?m sorry?? the woman replied in a soft, timid voice. Van could hardly hear her over the din of the bar. ? Yes? I do work for the government?? ? Yeah? Suppose there isn?t much room for my type,? Van said, a wry grin on his lips as he slumped back in the stool, looking up at the dirty steel roof. ? Your type?? the woman questioned, looking over at the blonde-haired rogue. ? You know? the rough, tumble, don?t-give-a-crap-about-what-the-government-says type of people.? ? ? Oh?? That ?oh? signalled that, on her list of available males, he had started from reasonably high up - only to plummet right to the bottom. He didn?t care. She was too uptight for him anyway. It was her that initiated the conversation in the beginning. At first, he was wondering whether she was drunk and that she wanted someone to take home with her, but when she started to speak, he realised that it wasn?t the case. Not that he was disappointed or anything. He didn?t consider himself as [I]that[/I] sort of guy. ? So? what kind of work do you do for the government?? Van asked, thinking it would score him brownie points if he got her talking about herself. ? Well? that?s highly classified,? the silver-haired woman responded in a rather monotonous tone. ? How typical.? A tiny bit of whisky remained in Van?s glass. He finished it with a small swig. The glass chinked against the steel bar top as he set it down, letting out a satisfied sigh. ? Why do you hate the government so much?? the woman asked. There was a hint of anger behind the question as well a note of curiosity. He gave a short chuckle. ? It?s not that I hate the government. It?s more like the government hasn?t done me any favours since I was born. An eye for an eye?? The woman pondered over this for a while, before smiling slightly. ? I suppose I can see your point,? she said, rather stunning Van with her response. ? Heh? you stumped me on that one. I didn?t think a girl like you would say something like that. What?s your name?? ? Emma? Emma Dylia,? she said, holding out her hand in a polite gesture. Van smiled and took it, shaking it gently. ? Van Karan at your service.? ? Van?? Emma paused for a moment. ? That?s an unusual name.? ? My mother had a thing for odd names.? Emma smiled and readjusted her glasses. ? So Van, would you like another drink?? ? If you?re buying.? Emma shouted out at the barman for a whiskey-on-the-rocks and a Bloody Mary. Within moments, the barman had the drinks prepared and had handed them to Emma, who handed Van his drink. ? Cheers,? Van said, expressing his gratitude. He took a long drink before removing the cup from his lips. His body began to relax after the long day he had just worked through. Looking over at Emma, Van felt his head spin slightly. [I]It must be the alcohol? I haven?t had that much?[/I] Some really funky things then started to happen. Emma?s attractive-looking face started to warp in strange ways. Her skin tone flickered from acid green to fluorescent orange to a soft pink. [I]What the hell?[/I] He felt his body start to move, although his eyes wouldn?t show where he was off to. Psychedelic colours whirled around in front of his eyes, painting the walls of a maze of corridors that had now appeared. Van could feel his feet moving at such a rate that he knew, consciously, he was running. But before long, things started to get out of hand. Pink elephants with tiny butterfly wings appeared down one corridor and stampeded after him, intent on catching him with big dogcatcher nets. Little bright blue men tried to persuade Van to play with them. Very attractive women were calling his name from a room he passed by in a rush. Talking, carnivorous teddy bears were the last straw. Finally, a large steel door appeared before him. It looked an imposing sight. Van looked the doors up and down, wondering what in God?s name was going to happen next. Abruptly, the doors opened. Van braced himself. He wasn?t too keen on those little blue men. To his surprise, a beautiful young woman with floor-length white hair, dressed in an ornate, flowing silver dress, standing in room filled with white light appeared. She turned to face him and smiled. His breath caught in his throat. They stood there for a few moments before the woman turned and faded into the light ? Van, frozen to the spot. Then, everything went black. The sounds of someone typing on a keyboard echoed in the distance, or what he thought was the distance. A dull pain ached in his head as his eyes slowly started to open, gradually adjusting to the light of the room. Slowly, Van sat up and looked around groggily. He then realised who the blurred figure was, typing furiously on a keyboard. ? When did bookworms get so good at spiking other people?s drinks?? he asked, rubbing his aching head and watching Emma jump, startled. She turned towards him, the expression on her face clearly stating she wasn?t amused by his comment. Van chuckled. ? Look? if you wanted to get me into bed, you could have just asked.? He had just realised he had been lying in a bed, topless for however long he had been knocked out for. Emma?s cheeks grew scarlet, but her eyes told a different story. ? That?s not the reason why I brought you here, or why you are in that bed.? ? You wanted me as your human guinea pig in one of your weird scientific experiments?? Van asked provokingly. He watched in amusement as Emma started to get infuriated with him. Without another word, Emma just pointed to the 500ft high, 100ft wide glass cylinder that was attached to the keyboard she had been typing on a minute ago. Van looked at where she was pointing. Shock stiffened his body. ? What in God?s name is that?!?[/size][/b][/color] OOC: You will receive PMs with the information you need for your first post. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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