Post by CrustaceanFreak on Feb 15, 2006 19:59:18 GMT -5
I've been working on developing a universe called the Remnant Arm. It's a combination of all my favorite aspects of sci-fi. Most of it is written on paper, but I have a little bit of it typed. I relaize the details are pathetic thus far, I'm just trying to get the basic idea of the story for the first few drafts.
NOTE: I am only putting select chapters of the first and second draft on the internet. The final draft will not be posted, due to the fact that I am going to try and get it published.
RENGU MAX: BOUNTY HUNTER
(DRAFT 2)
Prologue I: The Trego Rebellion
Humankind has attempted to predict things since the beginning of time, and rarely are they correct. People said we would all be flying hover-cars by the early 21st century. People said we would be on Mars by 2030. But humanity’s worst prediction was the belief that we would expand and conquer new world. Obviously the time would have to come, but not as soon as they had anticipated. Incredibly bad natural disasters continuously halted research, production, and expansion. It wasn’t until the early 2200s that extraterrestrial colonies had been started. Shortly after they were, they were crushed by a new world order. World domination was now a reality. The Shajaneks had taken Earth for their own.
For over fifty years, the homeworld of the Terran species, Earth, had been under the rule of a ruthless family, the Shajaneks. Earth was in a state of immense pollution, poverty, and a lack of organized society. Though many people had previously considered leaving Earth, fears of Orbital Patrol Stations and the prisons in the asteroids kept them in line. Few would dare venture to insult the Daggersols, and even fewer would try to oppose them. Crime was dealt with much more severely than in the past. They were sentenced to life, working in the incredibly dangerous asteroid field mining operations. However, beneath the cracked and graffiti-covered cities, there was a group of people that were attempting the impossible, escape from Earth.
For over 20 years, an underground, literally underground rebellion existed without the knowledge of the Shajaneks. Consisting of over five hundred brave individuals, they plotted, and planned, and spent all their resources into creating the one and only way to leave Earth and re-colonize deep space. All were adults, and most were just simple men and women. However, one was different, one was not an adult, rather, a teenager found escaping a massive maximum-security prison. His name was Rengu Max, and lived to become one of the most wanted bounty hunters who ever lived.
Twenty-five years passed since Maxwell Marco began the Trego Rebellion with a meager ten people. The people of the Trego Rebellion had finally struck gold and perfected their plot for leaving Earth. The massive transfer, referred to as the Remnant Exodus, began with the nearly impossible bypass of the orbital stations. After so many craft had left the range of the stations, the public began to doubt the true power of the Shajanek’s security force. Several had begun to assume that the main purpose of their security was to instill fear, rather than actually act. Several more people who had access to spacecraft joined the Trego Rebellion’s exodus, causing the world leadership of Lord Shajanek II to decline. Eventually, nearly all of Earth had left in public transports to follow the steady stream of Trego ships leaving and coming all the time.
The only way they managed to leave the system to send themselves to the next nearest solar system, was using a piece of highly classified technology created by the Rebellion’s top engineers and scientists. The Supralux Interstellar Drive, also known as SID, became one of the most commonly equipped drives on large starships in the coming years. With technology like this, and a horrible, crumbling society, the Shajanek dynasty stepped down, and let Earth resume its original separated governments. The birth of a new era had risen because of the massively effective efforts of the relatively small Trego Rebellion. Even thought the battle for regaining Earth was won, the battle to save the human race was still facing overpopulation and a chaos-torn homeworld. Humankind was in a slow rise, and needed to start over, before all was lost.
Chapter I – Rengu Max
The sleek black ship, Obsidian Blade, approached the Terran frontier planet of Magnus Prime. A legendary bounty hunter, known all across the outer Remnant Arm galaxy, had just been hired by an incredibly rich weapons entrepreneur from Nova Martia. Unlike most of his jobs, it did not involve assassination, rather, involved the destruction of a competing weapons facility.
The intercom blinked red, and began a transmission from Magnus Prime’s orbital security force, “You have reached Magnus Prime Orbital Checkpoint 4, please give your name and access codes now.”
The pilot of the ship, Rengu Max, submitted his false identity and access code. Over twelve Terran months before, Max had fought against a feared mercenary name Jazz Anubi, and killed him by throwing him off the floating cities of his homeworld. He took the access codes and name of the mercenary and used it as his own false identity.
“Sir, did you leave the planet without signing out recently?” The electronic voice questioned.
His face began looking grim, “I don’t believe I’ve been here at all recently,” Max informed the computer. There was a pause, and then the computer voice responded, “Our database says you signed out approximately three says ago. You are Jazz Anubi, correct?”
Max couldn’t believe it. He swore he had killed Jazz. He watched the overzealous mercenary fall to his death. No one could survive a descent as far down as Anubi’s, especially with his lack of a jetpack, or even a parachute.
He paused and made a save before he would become police fodder, “Oh yes, sorry, I had a bad head injury recently. Yes, I forgot to sign out yesterday.”
“Of course, sir.” The computerized voice responded. Max proceeded forward, straight through the orbital defense rings and checkpoints. He traveled for five minutes, until he was stopped at one of the rings. He sighed, wondering what loophole he might’ve forgotten now.
“Mr. Anubi, it appears you’ve changed your vehicle since last arrival,” A stern human voice said over the comm., “During your last visit, you were piloting a modified Gen-2 Assault Gunship. And we have no record of your current vehicle type in our archives.”
Max now realized that he couldn’t fancy-talk his way out of this mess. In some cases, negotiations must be solved with fire, and not by peaceful resolve. He ran his hands over weapon controls, arming four seeker missiles. Four affirmative clicks rang over the comm.
“You’re just as easy to bypass as the old security forces of Shajanek. It almost seems as if you don’t care whether I’m a crime lord, or a terrorist, or just a regular guy trying to make his way to the core of the inner worlds.” He said in a disproving tone, “You should rethink your decision quickly. I can no longer promise you any peace.” Just as he finished talking, four black cylinders ripped through space, leaving a trail of purple mist behind them. Each missile impacted a different one of the ring-shaped vehicle paralyzation stations.
Max could hear more curse words on the comm than he had ever heard in his life, and in languages he didn’t even know existed. Rengu pulsed the engines, and a bright blue exhaust blasted out from the back of the Blade. The knife-like fighter navigated through the crumbling defense grid as the confusion ensued. Shortly after his dangerous maneuver, several police craft in the vicinity of the incident began pursuing him.
Within seconds, the Blade went from black, to cloaked as it entered the large planet’s atmosphere. Any evidence that the ship was even there was the glow of the engine, which shortly disappeared as it began gliding. The policing craft broke off, and returned to space, unable to locate the law-breaking bounty hunter.
Max’s gliding came to a halt, and his craft became visible again. Three bulky landing gears opened from the bottom of the craft as it landed just outside the boundaries of Capricorn City, a sprawling metropolis of skyscrapers.
If this isn't in the right forum (I couldn't find a writing/art forum other than the LEGO forum), please move it.
NOTE: I am only putting select chapters of the first and second draft on the internet. The final draft will not be posted, due to the fact that I am going to try and get it published.
RENGU MAX: BOUNTY HUNTER
(DRAFT 2)
Prologue I: The Trego Rebellion
Humankind has attempted to predict things since the beginning of time, and rarely are they correct. People said we would all be flying hover-cars by the early 21st century. People said we would be on Mars by 2030. But humanity’s worst prediction was the belief that we would expand and conquer new world. Obviously the time would have to come, but not as soon as they had anticipated. Incredibly bad natural disasters continuously halted research, production, and expansion. It wasn’t until the early 2200s that extraterrestrial colonies had been started. Shortly after they were, they were crushed by a new world order. World domination was now a reality. The Shajaneks had taken Earth for their own.
For over fifty years, the homeworld of the Terran species, Earth, had been under the rule of a ruthless family, the Shajaneks. Earth was in a state of immense pollution, poverty, and a lack of organized society. Though many people had previously considered leaving Earth, fears of Orbital Patrol Stations and the prisons in the asteroids kept them in line. Few would dare venture to insult the Daggersols, and even fewer would try to oppose them. Crime was dealt with much more severely than in the past. They were sentenced to life, working in the incredibly dangerous asteroid field mining operations. However, beneath the cracked and graffiti-covered cities, there was a group of people that were attempting the impossible, escape from Earth.
For over 20 years, an underground, literally underground rebellion existed without the knowledge of the Shajaneks. Consisting of over five hundred brave individuals, they plotted, and planned, and spent all their resources into creating the one and only way to leave Earth and re-colonize deep space. All were adults, and most were just simple men and women. However, one was different, one was not an adult, rather, a teenager found escaping a massive maximum-security prison. His name was Rengu Max, and lived to become one of the most wanted bounty hunters who ever lived.
Twenty-five years passed since Maxwell Marco began the Trego Rebellion with a meager ten people. The people of the Trego Rebellion had finally struck gold and perfected their plot for leaving Earth. The massive transfer, referred to as the Remnant Exodus, began with the nearly impossible bypass of the orbital stations. After so many craft had left the range of the stations, the public began to doubt the true power of the Shajanek’s security force. Several had begun to assume that the main purpose of their security was to instill fear, rather than actually act. Several more people who had access to spacecraft joined the Trego Rebellion’s exodus, causing the world leadership of Lord Shajanek II to decline. Eventually, nearly all of Earth had left in public transports to follow the steady stream of Trego ships leaving and coming all the time.
The only way they managed to leave the system to send themselves to the next nearest solar system, was using a piece of highly classified technology created by the Rebellion’s top engineers and scientists. The Supralux Interstellar Drive, also known as SID, became one of the most commonly equipped drives on large starships in the coming years. With technology like this, and a horrible, crumbling society, the Shajanek dynasty stepped down, and let Earth resume its original separated governments. The birth of a new era had risen because of the massively effective efforts of the relatively small Trego Rebellion. Even thought the battle for regaining Earth was won, the battle to save the human race was still facing overpopulation and a chaos-torn homeworld. Humankind was in a slow rise, and needed to start over, before all was lost.
Chapter I – Rengu Max
The sleek black ship, Obsidian Blade, approached the Terran frontier planet of Magnus Prime. A legendary bounty hunter, known all across the outer Remnant Arm galaxy, had just been hired by an incredibly rich weapons entrepreneur from Nova Martia. Unlike most of his jobs, it did not involve assassination, rather, involved the destruction of a competing weapons facility.
The intercom blinked red, and began a transmission from Magnus Prime’s orbital security force, “You have reached Magnus Prime Orbital Checkpoint 4, please give your name and access codes now.”
The pilot of the ship, Rengu Max, submitted his false identity and access code. Over twelve Terran months before, Max had fought against a feared mercenary name Jazz Anubi, and killed him by throwing him off the floating cities of his homeworld. He took the access codes and name of the mercenary and used it as his own false identity.
“Sir, did you leave the planet without signing out recently?” The electronic voice questioned.
His face began looking grim, “I don’t believe I’ve been here at all recently,” Max informed the computer. There was a pause, and then the computer voice responded, “Our database says you signed out approximately three says ago. You are Jazz Anubi, correct?”
Max couldn’t believe it. He swore he had killed Jazz. He watched the overzealous mercenary fall to his death. No one could survive a descent as far down as Anubi’s, especially with his lack of a jetpack, or even a parachute.
He paused and made a save before he would become police fodder, “Oh yes, sorry, I had a bad head injury recently. Yes, I forgot to sign out yesterday.”
“Of course, sir.” The computerized voice responded. Max proceeded forward, straight through the orbital defense rings and checkpoints. He traveled for five minutes, until he was stopped at one of the rings. He sighed, wondering what loophole he might’ve forgotten now.
“Mr. Anubi, it appears you’ve changed your vehicle since last arrival,” A stern human voice said over the comm., “During your last visit, you were piloting a modified Gen-2 Assault Gunship. And we have no record of your current vehicle type in our archives.”
Max now realized that he couldn’t fancy-talk his way out of this mess. In some cases, negotiations must be solved with fire, and not by peaceful resolve. He ran his hands over weapon controls, arming four seeker missiles. Four affirmative clicks rang over the comm.
“You’re just as easy to bypass as the old security forces of Shajanek. It almost seems as if you don’t care whether I’m a crime lord, or a terrorist, or just a regular guy trying to make his way to the core of the inner worlds.” He said in a disproving tone, “You should rethink your decision quickly. I can no longer promise you any peace.” Just as he finished talking, four black cylinders ripped through space, leaving a trail of purple mist behind them. Each missile impacted a different one of the ring-shaped vehicle paralyzation stations.
Max could hear more curse words on the comm than he had ever heard in his life, and in languages he didn’t even know existed. Rengu pulsed the engines, and a bright blue exhaust blasted out from the back of the Blade. The knife-like fighter navigated through the crumbling defense grid as the confusion ensued. Shortly after his dangerous maneuver, several police craft in the vicinity of the incident began pursuing him.
Within seconds, the Blade went from black, to cloaked as it entered the large planet’s atmosphere. Any evidence that the ship was even there was the glow of the engine, which shortly disappeared as it began gliding. The policing craft broke off, and returned to space, unable to locate the law-breaking bounty hunter.
Max’s gliding came to a halt, and his craft became visible again. Three bulky landing gears opened from the bottom of the craft as it landed just outside the boundaries of Capricorn City, a sprawling metropolis of skyscrapers.
If this isn't in the right forum (I couldn't find a writing/art forum other than the LEGO forum), please move it.
