Here is the first chapter before I go back to my dial-up house. ;p I'm sorry if I'm rushing it, but take your time. Also, don't be afriad to comment or question.
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Secret Exile
I awoke suddenly my whole body trembled as I listened hard for the disturbance. I could only hear the faint murmur of the Spatial Drive. I kicked off the covers and rubbed the sweat from my face. I gently stroked my webbed ears and the membrane was just slick with sweat. With a grunt I sat on the edge of my bed, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Yawning, I stretched as joints popped their vacuum. In one graceful movement I got to my feet, the floor was cold, but I ignored it. I entered the bathroom; keeping the lighting to minimal I splashed cool water onto my face. I splashed my face once more and dried it off with a towel. Moving out of the bathroom, I picked up a stained shirt but I put in on anyways.
I dressed into civilian clothes and left my room, the circular corridor was near darkness except for a few dim lights that lit up the floor. I turned a left and nearly rammed my face into a door, but remembered in time and punched the open button. It opened to the side and I walked into another circular corridor that gently arched to the right. Another door opened and I entered the cockpit. It was a small space designed for three people. The consoles were glowing gently creating soft colors on the ceiling, floor and walls. I sat down in the tall-backed pilot’s chair, pulled up a star map. I yawned nosily and the calculated time until arrival was twenty two minutes. I’m heading for a system that contains civilization. I monitored some of their transmissions and they seem helpfully advanced.
I need more supplies, I’m already running out! Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I yawned out a command, “<Computer, polarize cockpit view.>” The computer acknowledged and the cockpit view screen melted into existence. There wasn’t much to see except for a few dashes of ‘lightening’ that illuminates the entire Spatial Tunnel. I pressed button on the console and the throttle controls moved into position, a small computer voice announced, “<Throttle controls activated.>” and the console changed into different displays. I looked at the calculated time and it changed slightly to twenty-one minutes until arrival. I put the auto-pilot back on and closed my eyes once more. Almost instantly I was asleep. .
I was running down a beach laughing hard as another Pyratorian yelled, “<I’ll come for you, Kyral! Beware of the Rerul Monster!>” Suddenly a hand grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down onto the sand. I laughed uncontrollably and he raspberries my stomach. He hovered above me on his hands and knees. I stroked his cheek with my hand; he took it and kissed it gently. “<You are my Life Stream, Kyral.>” He said lovingly and bent down kissing me with passion that burned within my veins. We separated and he rested his head against mine. The world seemed to go silent as our love burned into each other’s veins. We kissed once more before he smiled, “<Your turn.>” He whispered rolling over and sprung to his feet.
I smiled broadly springing to my feet also. He took off for the ocean and I followed him in. I personally tackled him into the water. . .
The dream faded and I woke up in time to see the timer count down to zero. The Spatial Tunnel opened, and I emerged out of the Tunnel. My eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, and before me was blue planet with three moons. I deactivated the auto-pilot and took control. Several fighters approached me, and my scanner started blaring. My ship shook from a burst-weapon fire impact. I activated the shields and accelerated forward at maximum speed. On the scanner, the fighters pursued me. In the distance I could see larger ships moving in to intercept.
I maneuvered hard to port, and then did a sharp turn. I was putting in coordinates on the console when a gigantic ship came out of warp. I turned hard to starboard and barely avoided it as soon I was clear I activated the Spatial Tunnel. Space yawned open as I entered its dark depths and then it sealed behind me. I relaxed in my chair with a sigh. I guess not all civilizations are friendly. On the timer, it calculated I have about five minutes to relax. I plan to use that time wisely. I put the ship on auto-pilot, the console beeped, I pressed the button and it said the core is experiencing minor difficulties. Without warning, the Spatial Tunnel collapsed and I came into regular space.
Instantly my ship shook from impact of something. I’m not going anywhere. . .oh, that’s why. I’m stuck in a tractor beam and my destination: A Demented One Gravity Frigate I got up from the controls and ran to my compartment. I quickly attached a blade scabbard to my belt as my ship made a thumping sound. I drew out my blade and I carefully crept toward the entry way. I was eight meters from it when an ear-bleeding ring pierced my ears. It felt like my head was going to explode! I dropped my blade, clutching my ears I dropped to my knees. Then a green light swallowed my body and I fell over in darkness. I awoke with a groan, I tried to sit up but a gentle push kept me down, “<Don’t try to move, sis. You need to rest, the effects of the Mind-Blazer can be major.>” My eyes adjusted to the brightness. Hovering above me was another female Pyratorian. Then a male looked down at me with a faint smile, “<How are you doing, sis? Long time no see, eh?>” He remarked. I gently ran my hand across his face feeling thick scars.
“<It has been nearly a year since we’ve been together. We were lucky to survive the Great Exile. Our fleet had the misfortune to meet the Demented Ones. They have been waiting for us in this galaxy, also. We got word that two other fleets have suffered the same fate. So, how’s your half-year?>” He explained as the female Pyratorian gently tipped my head to the side. It then hit me like a meteorite striking the ground. Tears formed at my eyes, “<Lyral, Syral it has been a long time.>” I said as Lyral bent down and kissed my forehead, and then rested it against mine, “<It has been a long time, big sister. We’ve missed you so much.>” She said tearing up. I looked to the side past Syral, the cell was small. Nothing of interest was on the walls or on the ground. A clear force field distorted the background. I connected to the Life Stream and took a deep breath. The pain of my head disappeared, and I put myself in a low sitting position. In the distance a door opened than closed. Heavy footsteps stopped at a cell and someone was pleading for their life. Syral grabbed my arm and shook his head, “<You don’t want to feel this in the Life Stream.>” He warned. I took his suggestion disconnecting from the Life Stream.
Then the sound of blood raining on the floor and bones breaking dominated the air. I put my hands over my ears to drown out the sound. I’m both terrified and enraged about the slaughter. I’m actually more terrified than I’m angry. This race found the means to bring us to our knees, very swiftly. My sister and brother came beside me to comfort me as the shadows grew larger, and closer. I put down my hands from my ears as the Kyorkians came to our cell. Beside the Kyorkian was a terrifying killing machine, which slaughters without thinking. They are twice the size of a regular Kyorkian with large arms and fingers. They stand upright like a child learning to walk. Their heads are scarred with mutilated cybernetic implants taking the place of their flesh.
They don’t even have mouths they have microscopic devices on their lips that saw through flesh. Their eyes are designed to detect any living thing through any surface, and they can take a lot of abuse before falling. The force field went down and the Kyorkian moved to the side as the Seeker-Slaughter – that what we came to call it – moved into position. I put my hand down to my side to feel the leather pommel of my blade. I gripped the handle tightly, and I readied myself for the fight. It was a staring match between us and the Seeker-Slaughter in a flash it made its first move. I connected to the Life Stream and I managed to knock it down onto its back before driving my blade through its head. I was moving my hand upwards when it suddenly lunged tearing into my arm.
I briefly whimpered in pain before swiping my blade across its neck. Blood splattered onto me and my surroundings. It stopped tearing into my arm and lunged for my face, I moved out of the way, but held it still by its chest. Syral moved out of the way as it landed on its head with a crunch. It lunged for me, and using the momentum I threw it across the room into the hallway. It was stunned very briefly, it turned around to pounce once more, I threw my blade and it gouged a major slice of its skull. It stumbled before falling to its knees and then fell on its face.
I healed my arm through the Life Stream and retrieved my blade. I wiped the blood on the dead Seeker-Slaughter’s body. I noticed the Kyorkian was gone, I turned to my cell to see my brother and sister was gone! Panic rose in my chest as I looked up the hallway and then back down. Prison cells dominated both sides of the corridor. I noticed there weren’t any guards or anymore Seeker-Slaughters. I have a bad feeling about this. My gut tells me this is going to end very badly.