Part 7: The Value of Life

   ‘I was wrong, it would kill,’ thought 4423 as he lay on the ground looking up at the alien he had tried to capture. The elite Acquisition team had been spread out throughout the facility once the alarm had gone off. His personal plan was to use the alien’s pacifist nature against it, and he decided to use the open door to lure the unsuspecting alien to him. The plan failed, and now he lay dying on the cold metal floor struggling to breathe as a pool of his blood grew under his motionless body. He would not to use his remaining life to prevent its escape; it had earned its right to be free. Closing his eyes a part of him wanted to smile as he felt death’s grip tearing away at his life force.

   A mere second after closing his eyes he felt soothing warmth replacing the pain in his gaping wound. Feeling this new sensation, he snapped open his eyes to see the alien kneeling next to him. Her hands were placed over his chest wound and a radiant light was being sent from her hands into his wound. The alien had her eyes closed and her face showed intense concentration as she tried to save her attacker. 4423 stared at the alien with an emotionless gaze as he managed to say with pauses between each word, “I was the one who captured you. It is my fault you are here.” Talking was a struggle for the horribly wounded man, and each word required pain and significant effort to say.

   The alien did not stop healing him nor did she open her eyes as she replied with a harsh yet enchanting voice, “I will not take your life, even if you seek to harm me. I never meant to harm you, and I must fix my mistake before it leads to your death.”

   Feeling life starting to return to him the clone stared at the alien as he fought to produce his response, “I am your enemy, why do you care if you kill me or not?”

   “I do not take the lives of others even if they are my enemies. I do not want my spirit to darken like your kinds’ has, “replied the angry yet beautiful voice. The alien’s breathing was getting heavier as sweat appeared on her forehead showing how much she was straining herself to save his life.

   “My life has no value. I am a clone, a soulless copy of life, my death and life has no real meaning,” replied the clone as his breathing became easier thanks to the healing. Her words and actions reignited his confusion and wonder of the strange alien that would spare and even save her enemies from death.

   The alien opened her eyes and her head turned to face the terran with a look of confusion on it. After staring into his eyes for a moment she looked back at his wound and said with her mystical sounding voice, “All life has value, including yours. I will not be responsible for ending yours, no matter how valueless you claim you are. Even if you do not believe you have value, you cannot see the impact your life has on others.” The alien’s voice softened from hostile to pity as she spoke. Soon the sounds of boots could be heard moving toward the pair, but their owners were not in view yet.

   For the first time in years true emotions publicly appeared on 4423’s face as his stone cold expression melted into a solemn look as he considered the alien’s words. “I am a tool created for a specific purpose, one that can be replaced… I am no different than the machines you see us terrans using,” replied the man his voice hinting that he was not content with this fate.

   “That is a lie, your machines… I have felt them. They have no breath, no life, and no spirit. You have these, and while you might have been created for a singular purpose I believe… I know as an individual you can find your own path to take,” replied the alien as her body began to shake from fatigue.

   The clone did not respond to her statement. Looking down the hall, the man could now see the owners of the boots: a group of three guards running toward them. The warmth stopped and in its place the clone felt weigh on his chest, looking over he saw the alien had collapsed on top of him from exhaustion. Before the guards reached them the alien whispered in her weakened voice, “You can choose another path.”

   The guards rushed up to the alien and two of them each grabbed a hold of one of her arms. They picked her up and began to drag her off as the third guard pointed her weapon at the alien. As they dragged the re captured alien away, 4423 just stared at faelin’s face, which hung motionless. 4423 caught a glimpse of tears beginning to roll down her cheek as they rounded a corner and disappeared from sight. 4423 continued to stare at the wall the other guards and the alien disappeared behind. Chaos enveloped the man’s mind as the faelin’s words tossed around in it.

   Medical personnel showed up two minutes later to tend to the wounded clone. They seemed baffled by his stable condition, despite the large amount of blood under him and evidence on his clothes suggesting a massive wound. He was transported to the base’s medical facility and was released a day later with medical papers saying he was fit for duty. His chest bore a scar from the event, but the impact of that day ran far deeper than a little scar tissue.

Part 6: Prisoner

   When Lynia woke, her head was spinning and the world around her was covered in a shifting haze that clouded her vision. Fear started to envelope her mind as she realized she was enclosed in a small metallic grey room. Her instincts to flee started to take over as the lifeless walls started to close in around her. She tried to move but her limbs refused to properly respond to her commands, and Instead of standing up, she only managed to get her limbs to twitch and jerk randomly. Her struggle to move only resulted in her falling from her position on an elevated hard slab to a cold lifeless ground.

The impact with the hard metal caused pain to shoot through Lynia broken ribs and arm, and elevated her emotions that began to overwhelm her dazed mind. Tears poured down her face like small waterfalls as the reality of her situation sunk in. Looking up again, she tried to make sense of her surroundings as the world seemed to collapse around her. She closed her eyes and fearfully tried to curl up into a fetal position as her out of control emotions began to dominate every corner of her mind. Once again, her body refused to move as she commanded, and this further damaged her already weakened spirit.

   ‘Gather control of yourself. Do not let the fear consume you. Do not let despair disable you, you need to find your inner strength, ‘thought Lynia as she tried to recover her mental strength after crying for several long minutes that to her felt like an hour. She needed to regain control of herself so she could find a way out of this cage. Deciding to meditate in order to reconnect her mind and body as well as retake control of her emotions, she closed her eyes and began to calm herself the best she could. As she calmed down to enter a state of meditation, she ended up drifting off to a drug assisted sleep as her mind calmed.

   The next time Lynia woke, she felt different than before. Her entire body lacked feeling, and she couldn’t move her arms and leg. Her eye lids felt like they were being held down by many stones, but at least her mind felt less hindered. Forcing her eyes half open with significant effort she began to look around at her new surroundings. Instantly she wished she had not awakened, as her eyes revealed she was in a nightmare. Her naked body was lying flat on her back with straps holding her arms, legs, and head. She looked down the best she could with her head immobilized by one of the leather straps and saw several machines moving around her chest and abdomen. Looking at the machines she quickly realized they were covered in blood and were doing something to her unfeeling body. She could not look down enough to see exactly what the machines were doing to her, but her imagination filled her mind with terrifying possibilities. She tried to summon energy to protect herself, but as she did one of the arms spun around and faced her. Its three black claws held a long needle that it started to approach Lynia’s neck with. She watched it insert a needle into her neck the best she could, but she could not feel the puncture. Seconds later her eyelids grew too heavy for her to keep open and they slowly slid shut surrounding her in darkness once again as the new drug overwhelmed her mind.

   Waking up a third time she quickly sat up and felt pain shooting through her stomach. Looking down she realized her clothes were gone and all she had on was a lightweight white gown that covered her to her knees. Lifting the thin material to see her stomach she was horrified to see bandages wrapped around her chest and stomach. It had not been a nightmare! What did they do to her? She did not know the answer to the question, but she knew she had to escape as soon as possible. Grabbing a hold of her still broken left arm she sent healing energy into it. Her arm felt warm and tingly as the warm yellow light caused her bones and flesh rapidly mend. She used the same healing abilities on her left side and her stomach once her arm was healed. Once she was done healing, she felt fatigued from using a vast amount of energy.

   Resting for several minutes, Lynia looked around her prison. A single door was the only indication there was a world outside her tiny prison, and there were several strange terran devices that she had no idea how to use. The room these devices took up only made the already small prison feel smaller. Lynia carefully stood up, making sure she was not still suffering from the effects of the drugs that had been forcibly injected into her. Determining her ability to move was not being hindered any further, she decided to walk over to the one of the devices, both of which looked bowl like. One was a large deep bowl had strange dark blue liquid water in it, and was close to the ground. The other stood taller and its bowl shape was shallower and it held nothing in it likely due to the hole at the bottom of the bowl with a cylinder leading into the wall. Kneeling down close to the blue liquid filled one, she pulled her head back as the strong smell of chemicals quickly reached her nose. Standing up, she frowned at the liquid that could not be used to satisfy her thirst. She looked at the taller device for a second before she turned and walked over to the door.

   After standing in front of the door for a second, the faelin reached out to touch it. A burst of energy greeted her right hand as she was about to touch the door. The energy burned her offending fingers and caused her to pull her hand away violently. She stared at the door with a curious before closing her eyes. She reached out slowly toward the door again and as her right hand approached the door she could feel a wall of energy protecting the door. Suddenly a plan formed in her mind and she reached forward with her left hand as well.

   Lynia used her energy manipulating talents to carefully draw some of the shield’s energy into her hands. The energy felt very strange to her. It felt both dangerous and powerful, and was hard for her to control compared the energy of life she was used to using. Unlike life energy, she would be unable to turn this power into anything other than a destructive force. Forming a volatile orb of the energy in each hand she carefully backed away from the door as she combined the two orbs into a burning red sphere that tried to lash out at the air around it with vines of pure destructive energy. Once the two sources of energy had been combined, she used a thrusting motion with both arms to launch the energy toward the door. The orb of energy quickly lost its shape as it impacted the shield it had been formed from. The focused energy tore through the shield with ease and continued onto the door behind it. The energy violently blew a burning hole through the door, and continued its destructive path through the wall on the other side of the hall, revealing an identical empty cell. The material around the newly created exit glowed white from the heat as an acrid smell started to filled the air. Hope returned to the faelin as she darted toward freedom.

   As Lynia moved toward her self-created exit, a guard that was barely missed by the blast, poked his head and weapon into the faelin’s cage. He had a startled look on his face as Lynia moved past him. Holding out her left hand, the woman touched the barrel of the weapon as she unleashed a burst of energy that burned through the shocked guard’s weapon. Lynia seamlessly took a turn to the right, putting her back to the guard as she quickly sprinted away. The guard just stood there staring at his weapon helplessly while the alien escaped. A loud siren filled the building followed by mechanical voice announcing that the faelin had escape and for all guards to capture her. It insisted that the fleeing alien was not to be killed, which meant that the terrans would likely not use their weapons on her. The loud noise hurt the faelin’s sensitive ears, but she did not bother to cover them as she moved quickly through the halls of the compound. The announcement told of her location and her direction of travel and prompting her to suddenly take a left turn down an intersecting hallway.

Coming to a three way intersection, she quickly rounded a corner to the right, where she almost ran into a scientist engrossed in some flat square device. Lynia didn’t stop or slow down as she ran past them. She avoided the researcher by making a quick hop to the right so she could easily run past the terran. The scientist seemed surprised and just stopped to watch the faelin dart past. Lynia continued down this hall until it turned into a T intersection. She initially was going to take another right, but as she curved around the corner she saw there were two guards moving down the right hallway in her direction. Making a quick 180, the faelin darted down the left hallway as the guards yelled for her to stop.

   She rapidly created distance from those guards and took a right turn at another T intersection in order to lose them. She continued down this hall and found herself facing off against another guard. The guard stopped moving when she saw the escaped prisoner and held up her rifle up to her face. The woman demanded the alien to stop and surrender with a firm voice. Instead of listening to the guard, Lynia continued running toward the guard, gathering energy in her left hand as she closed the distance. She held up her left hand and closed her eyes once she was a meter away from the barking guard. The faelin released a burst of intense light that temporary blinded the terran. Opening her eyes after releasing the blinding strike, Lynia darted past the terran. The plan worked perfectly as Lynia was able to take another turn before the terran’s eyes could recover. Lynia had correctly guessed that the terran would not shoot since the alert kept emphasizing to not kill the faelin.

   Frustration and fear filled Lynia’s mind as she ran through the seemingly endless maze of dull grey hall ways. She was quickly tiring as she continued to flee, and she seemed to be running into more and more guards. As she ran past another intersection, she caught a glimpse of natural light. She quickly stopped and back tracked as hope filled her heart. There was an opening to the outside! A smile appeared on her face, as she bounded toward the welcoming light of freedom. The door began to slowly close as she approached it, but that would not stop her now. She started focusing energy into her right hand to blast through the door if it closed before she could reach it. As she smelled fresh air, a large figure suddenly appeared from behind a doorway ahead of her. The terran was quick and she did not have time to react before she was slammed to the ground by the attacker’s tackle. The sudden impact knocked the breath out of her and caused herself protective instincts to bring up her hands to try to shove away the attacker.  The gathered energy stored in her hand ended up hitting her attacker in the left side of his chest and tore through his body violently. The force of the energy knocked the attacker off of Lynia, allowing her to recover.

   Lynia recovered to her feet quickly as the shrinking beams of sunlight promised her freedom. Lynia was about to leap forward as her nostrils were suddenly filled with the smell of burnt flesh, and her ears picked out the wheezing breathe of the human she had hit on accident with the energy intended for the door. Looking down at her attacker, she saw the large man lying on his back with a fist sized hole through the left side of his chest. A pool of blood quickly began to form under him, as his storm grey eyes looked up at her. The faelin’s mind was torn, would she escape and allow her attacker to die? Or would she try to save him and forfeit her freedom and perhaps even her own life?

Part 5: Mission Complete

   Lowering the dart rifle slowly, 4423 took a step forward and his foot ended up directly on the top of one of the holes created by the energy darts the alien had released. The clone stopped and looked down as he moved his boot back to inspect the impact point. The hole was several inches deep and had burnt straight through a rock. The soldier leaned down and picked up the grey stone that appeared to have been the size of his palm before the energy hand torn through most of it. Now it looked like a crescent moon with his grey pitted surface and the perfectly cut crescent shape. Looking at the other impact points, it was clear each of the bolts of energy had created similar damage. Had the alien not changed the attack’s trajectory at the last second, 4423 would be dead. Looking up at the alien again he thought, ‘Why?’ His mind started to contemplate the answer to this question as he activated his radio and said in his controlled monotone voice, “Target subdued, but it took some damage. 1767 get here immediately to inspect the target before movement.”

   The clone soldier then continued toward the alien and kneeled down next to her unconscious body as he slipped the stone in one of his pockets. His radio was filled with celebration over another successful mission, but he tuned out the noise in favor of his thoughts. He inspected the alien that had spared him as his mind continued to question her actions. He thought about what she had said before passing out. She should have killed him, he was her enemy and her merciful act resulted in her capture. Why did she show mercy to a merciless attacker? It did not make any sense to the man who was raised for the sole purpose of fighting and killing. He suddenly reached over and pulled out the dart out of the alien’s skin. Looking at the dart and then the alien, he started to contemplate what would be full scope of her decision to spare him.

   4423 was deep in thought about the faelin’s actions, when the transport re-positioned itself overhead and dropped 1767 via zip line. Rushing over to the alien, the medic moved next to the second in command while asking in his smooth voice, “Did you move her?”

   “No,” replied 4423 as he moved out of the way so the doctor could inspect the alien. 4423 slowly put the dart in his pocket with the stone as the doctor retrieved a scanning device from his belt.

Using the small rectangle scanning device, the medic quickly assessed the alien’s condition. “Looks like she has several broken ribs and a broken arm, she should be in good enough condition for the corporates. I’ll stabilize the broken bones to prevent further damage and then we can get her back to the facility,” said 1767 with a little sigh of relief as he removed his helmet and slipped off the bulky medical pack from his back. He started rummaging through the medical bag; taking out disinfectant, cloth gauze, a plastic combat splint, large needle, and a small bottle with a clean liquid in it. He applied the disinfectant to prevent infection then he splinted the compound fracture. As he worked on setting the arm the medic suddenly said, “You know, for an alien she is pretty attractive. I like green designs on her skin, they are beautiful.”

   4423 looked down at the medic passively, but before he could reply to 1767’s comment 9124’s voice came over the radio. “Shit, we have some trouble over here; looks like some of the primitives didn’t like us crashing their party. Normally I wouldn’t be worried, but there a lot of them and I do not have a lot of ammo,” said the woman’s voice which was quickly followed by sounds of the squad leader’s and heavy weapon specialist’s side arms as the two started fending off the aggressive eurians.

   “I’m going to assist! I will return in a second,” said the team’s pilot, 0082, over the radio as the gunship suddenly turned and moved off toward the sounds of pistol fire as a hidden door slid open on the right side of the nose revealing the ship’s anti-personnel Gatling cannon. A second later the distinct whine of the 30mm cannon unleashing its 80 rounds a second fury filled the forest. Sounds of explosions from the anti-infantry rounds quickly followed, and then there was a deathly silence that washed over the forest for a few seconds.

   “Well that worked, all survivors are retreating and pissing themselves after that display. Thanks for the assist there ace. Could you drop the recovery lines so we can get out of here?” said a slightly amused voice belonging to 9124 over their radio channel.

   4423 looked down at the medic and asked without using the radio, “Is the target ready to move?”

“She should be, but I do not see any reason to rush. I am sure the Succubus showed the primitives any rescue attempt is futile,” said the medic in a calm voice as he pulled a large needle out of the alien’s side where he had injected a biodegradable substance while the gunship dealt with the hostile locals. The substance would help keep her ribs stabilized for a few hours. Once finished the medic began putting away his medical supplies, as 4423 scanned the environment around them for any possible enemies. The medic looked up at 4423 for a second before saying, “I guess I should carry her.”

   4423 looked down at the man and said, “You are the medic, you would know the best way to carry it without damaging it further.”

   “That means you will get to carry my bag. Be careful with it,” said the medic.

   “I will be careful,” replied the dull voice of the second in command.

   The medic smiled as he grabbed his helmet and put it on his head again. The other man picked up the medic’s bag and put it on his back before watching the medic carefully pick up the alien. “Wow, she is a lot lighter than I expected, “ said the medic as he held the alien.

   The team’s sniper, 6132, walked up to the two as the medic stood up with the alien in his arms. After giving the female faelin and medic a quick glance, the sniper turned to 4423 and said, “Good call on positioning me where I had a clear shot on it.”

   4423 replied with a nod as their transport returned to a hovering stop above their heads. A few seconds later zip lines fell through the opening in the lush canopy above them and the sniper quickly attached himself to the line and motioned for it to be retracted. After the sniper went up, a basket was lowered for the team’s prisoner. 4423 and 1767 secured the alien in the basket with several straps and then 4423 radioed for her to be pulled into the ship. Watching the basket go up 4423 looked over at 1767 and said in a directive tone, “I would recommend keeping your thoughts about the target’s appearance to yourself.” The medic looked over at 4423 and gave a slight nod as his answer.

   Once Lynia’s unconscious body was inside the transport, 1221 and 9124 carefully removed her from the basket and strapped her down to a metal gurney. As the alien was being secured, 4423 and 1767 were pulled up into the transport. Once the ramp and door had closed the transport’s engines started to output more thrust causing the aircraft to gain altitude and speed. The Succubus was soon on its way back to the research facility.

Part 4: The Ceremony

    Lynia’s lilac purple eyes looked up at the starry sky as she wondered what it was like out there in the vast darkness beyond her home world. Eur’s spirit servants told her that most of those tiny specks of light were vast burning bodies called stars, like the one that warmed this world during the day. Did each of the stars have worlds they kept warm? What might these other worlds might be like? What could be living on them? Her mind imagined both wonderful and terrible possibilities these potential worlds offered.

   

   As the faelin’s mind considered what these worlds might be like, she looked down at a small pond fed by a tiny bubbling creek below her perch. A tiny waterfall emptied into the pond creating ripples that danced in the pale blue light emitted by the unique bulbs of the large Vali tree she was sitting on. Her perch was one of Vali’s lower branches that was ten feet off the ground, and grew out six feet in length before bursting into teal leaves and glowing bulbs. These trees were massive in both girth and height, but they were best known for their unique bulbs that glowed pale blue at night. The view around Lynia made her smile, she considered herself lucky to call this world her home, but suddenly the thought turned dark.

   Lynia’s right leg and tail stopped swaying back and forth in unison as she sat on the branch. This was not her real home, the faelin’s real home world was somewhere far away, out there among the stars. The questions that haunted her about her unknown origins began to fill her mind once again. What was her real home like? Eur told Lynia that she had come from a world very far from this one, and Eur’s spirit servants had saved her from being killed along with the rest of her kind. Why were the faelin destroyed? What killed them? Why did Eur and her servants not save more of her kind? Why did she have to be the last faelin? Frowning, her ears drooped as she was reminded of the fact she would always be alone. She was nothing like the miztan, or Eur and her servants.

   There were the terrans, who she shared many physical traits with. They excited Lynia when she first saw them from a distance. She initial thought they could be related to the faelin somehow, and for a second she held hope that she would no longer have to deal with feelings of isolation. Her hope was crushed when she saw the terrible things they were doing to this world. Many miztan tribes had lost their homes to them, and large stretches of serene forests had been destroyed to make way for their hideous constructions. Their monstrous machines destroyed life without regard for the damage they were doing to this world and the pain they were causing. They seemed blind to their crimes and did what they desired without regard for trees, animals, miztan, or the natural cycle of life. Lynia could feel her loneliness, despair, and now anger grow as all these thoughts moved through her head. She could feel her emotions starting to overwhelm her, and she needed to keep them under control.

   The faelin’s slender arms came to rest on the top of her thighs, as she brought her legs into a crossed position in front of her. Her hands opened with her palms pointing toward the stars above. Closing her eyes she began flowing energy through her body and slowly created a field under her body. Slowly the field lifted her into the air so she was levitating as she entered a state of meditation. The designs on her skin glowed slightly as she focused her mind on world around her. Her unique energy abilities allowed her sense not only the energy in her own body but in the life around her when she focused her mind. In this form of meditation, the world transformed as she saw and felt the energy emitted by all life around her. In her mind, she was seeing life itself in spirit form, and one’s vision and mind was influenced by the differences one would see in physical bodies when looking at life in this manner. It did not take long for her meditation to make her elevated emotions to calm. Smiling once again, she then remembered she should be leaving soon. It was about time for the miztan’s joining ceremony, where she was the guest of honor.

   Lynia grabbed a ceremonial robe that was sitting on the next to her. She slid her arms into the dark green sleeves of the garb before fastening the lower section to her belt that looked like leaves made from a silk like material spun from a plant. This allowed the middle and top to slowly open up showing her fabric wrapped chest and the blue crystal that was attached to her clothing in the middle of her chest. The robe had intricate silver designs that mimicked those on her skin, and leaf like designs like her collar and belt. Looking around at her favorite meditation spot one last time, she hopped down to the ground and began bounding toward the miztan ceremonial fields.

   Minutes later, Lynia was standing on the edge of a field that served as the local miztan tribes’ ceremonial grounds, she quickly brushed her long bangs out of her face, and picked a branch out of her tail. After making sure her outfit was properly sitting on her body, she walked toward the ceremony with a warm smile look on her face. She controlled her pace so she was not moving more gracefully than her normally energetic gait. The festival was one celebrating the miztan’s unique form of relationships where three individuals would form a family unit for three seasonal cycles. Three was the sacred number for the indigenous race who had three eyes, legs, and fingers per each of their three arms. Lynia’s presence was considered by the miztan to be a blessing from Eur, who they worshiped as goddess of this world. As soon as she was spotted, the elders of the local tribes moved toward her before they raised their arms toward the sky in respect and shouted an ancient miztan phrase in their language that sounded like a series of whistles and clicks. They then proceeded to lead the faelin to her seat of honor on top of a large boulder that was in the middle of the clearing.

   Once Lynia was seated on top of on the large flower covered boulder, the miztan began the ceremony with percussion based music and the dance of attraction. This beginning dance would be one of three and it was the first step where miztan showed interest in each other, allowing miztan to pick out potential partners for the next stage of the ceremony. This part would last until all the miztan had found partners or had tired out. The entire time Lynia would light up the dancing ground with orbs of burning light high above the heads of the miztan. Following this initial dance would come a period of feasting and rest before the dance of forming began. The faelin could not wait to partake in a little of the food, but she could not eat her fill due to her much higher metabolism and larger size meant she could easily out eat three miztan. She didn’t want to appear gluttonous despite her growing hunger.

   After first dance concluded, Lynia dispersed her orbs with a gripping motion following by her hands quickly opening to instruct the orbs of energy to explode in a brilliant display of light that brought cheering from the miztan. Smiling, Lynia slowly stood and nodded to the group of elders giving them permission to begin the feast. Just as she was about to step off the boulder, her sensitive ears picked up an unnatural whining sound quickly approaching. Her ears lifted up in the air as she scanned the horizon right as large black shape flew over the ceremony grounds a hundred feet above the treetops. 

   Growling, her ears pined themselves to the side of her head as she glared at the aircraft as it spun around in place after coming to a hovering position on the opposite side of the clearing.

Lynia quickly yelled to the miztan while motioning toward the edges of the clearing, “Run! Flee into the forest! I will deal with the invaders!” The designs on her arms began to emit an intense glow as she pulled energy from both her body and her surroundings and funneled it into her hands. She had to buy time for the miztan to flee. As hovering ship’s back opened up Lynia hopped off the rock and charged toward the ship hoping to keep its attention as energy from her left arm dispersed and wrapped around her body into an invisible protective layer. Once the ramp and door were fully opened, two zip lines fell out of the gunship and two of the terrans began a quick descent to the ground. They pointed their weapons at Lynia as they descended, and began to opened fire as they fell. The faelin was bounding toward the point the soldiers were going to land in a zig zag pattern to make herself harder to hit. Despite her dodging movements, the highly skilled soldiers hit her several times, but her protective barrier deflected the darts.

   Her right hand then released a pair of burning darts that hot out out from either side of the faelin as the terrans landed on the ground and quickly disconnected themselves from the ship before continuing to attack the faelin, while moving toward her. The energy spikes spiraled off to the side before beginning to arc back toward the human attackers, gaining speed as they converged on their targets. Two seconds before she reached the pair of warriors, the darts had come around and burned through the terrans’ weapons, rendering them useless. The bursts of energy then impacted each other creating a motionless orb between the cursing humans. Dropping her shield, Lynia reached out and grabbed to brilliant orb as she leaped high into the air doing a flip between the two disarmed humans, who tried to grab the agile alien. The humans were too slow to catch the agile faelin as she jumped over their heads. Mid flip when she was upside down facing the terran ship, she threw the energy orb that quickly split into a dozen tiny bolts that flew toward the terran flying machine’s open door. The burning bolts caused the other terrans still in the ship to dive for cover deeper inside the ship’s belly. The ship’s shields flashed a brilliant bluish hue as the energy impacted the protective barrier, and causing weakened ripples of energy around the impact points. The faelin’s flip landed her several feet away, and facing in the opposite direction from the two humans. Her feet landed firmly on the ground and she fell forward into leaning posture with her left hand braced against the ground to prevent her from falling.

   Looking over her shoulder Lynia gave the humans a teasing smile, before she stood up straight and sprinted for the nearby tree line. “Go! Get the target! We will pursue by foot!” ordered the taller human’s sandpaper like voice as he motioned toward the troops in the back of the transport with his hand. The pair of humans dropped their useless weapons before pulling out their side arms and starting toward Lynia. At the same time, their ship quickly rotated around and started toward the faelin as well. Lynia’s ears perked up when she heard these words as she crossed into the tree. She rapidly removed the ceremonial robes so they would not catch on anything and slow her down. She now realized they were after her, and not the miztan. Once the robe was removed she started into the forest with a renewed urgency and quickly began to ascend the trees by leaping gracefully from branch to branch.

   She hoped she could evade her pursuers quickly because she was already starting to feel drained from the extensive use of her abilities. A feeling of fear slowly began to invade her mind. What if they caught her? What would they do to her?

Name Change

OK I named the alien Lycia by just putting some letters together around the name of a character that helped inspire her. Little did I realize Lycia was actually a geopolitical region in Turkey until I randomly decided to wikipedia it.

That being said (and now that I've done my research) her name will be Lynia. So if you happen to see any references to Lycia please help me out and point those out so I can edit them. I will be going back over the first part and editing it. Next part is coming I have just decided to edit it a billion times, and still keep looking over it. Hopefully it will be the best part yet!

Part 3: The Target

  LK-1132-0082 walked into the briefing room 45 minutes after the team had landed. She had a frustrated look on her face as she entered the small room with long rectangle table on the opposite end of the room and a single small round table in the middle. “Sorry maintenance wanted to run some tests,” announced the pilot with and edge of irritation in her voice as the door slammed closed behind her. Her voice caused the other members to glance up at her for a second before returning to what they had been doing. The director that had escorted the rest of the team to the room was not in the room, making it clear the pilot missed the brief. Squad leader AZ-1030-1221 motioned the pilot over to the small round table with a swift gesture of his muscular arm. He, 4423, and 1767 were standing around the elaborate wooden table with a boxy metal holographic device in the middle that was projecting several images, a video, and paragraphs of information several feet into the air at the same time. Walking over to the table the pilot’s eyes grew big as she was able to make out the images of the subject that the holograms were focused on.

Before she could speak 1221 said in his gruff voice, “This is the target, our mission is to capture it.” He then touched the holographic video rewinding it to display a helmet camera video that showed the alien’s brilliant energy attacks disarming of an entire squad of soldiers at once. The image focused on the alien as she approached the soldiers after her attacks had burned through the personal shields and coil rifles the soldiers were using on the eurians.

“She looks almost human,” said the baffled pilot. Just then the alien spoke to the soldiers in the videos making the pilot exclaim, “She can speak terran! Where did she come from?” The pilot leaned in to inspect the image closer, while everyone stared at her silently.

1221 sighed in irritation at 0082’s interest in the alien as 4423 answered her question in his monotone voice, “We do not know where she comes from. This is the first and only encounter with her species.” 4423’s glaze turned from 0082 to their leader, whose hand was covering his face at this point.

The pilot cocked her head to the side as she inspected the images of the alien. She suddenly thought out loud, “She is beautiful in a strange way… she makes me think of one of those creatures of fantasy… one with the long ears.” The pilot then pulled out her PDD and started to use it to look up the name of the fantasy creatures the alien reminded her of.

1221 dropped his hand from his face for as he said with a frustrated voice, “It is dangerous, it effortlessly disarmed an entire security force team, and it could have easily killed them.” The leader then took a deep breathe before continuing in a calm serious tone, “SyCorp doesn’t care how we capture it, as long as the alien isn’t killed or too badly damaged in the process. They made it clear if we kill it, we will never recover from the failure. We are only allowed to use the special issue non-lethal weapons on this mission, “said 1221 motioning over to the rectangular table off to the side of the room that had several compact rifles on it. The team’s sniper, 6132, and heavy weapons expert, 9123, where inspecting the weapons and both of them seemed less than pleased with them.

“Why are we capturing her?” asked 0082 as she glanced up at 1221 for a second before returning to her PDD.

“Research and development wants to study it,” replied 1221 without hesitation.

“To study what makes her able to use those abilities. I would guess that both her unique energy manipulation skills mixed with her human like appearance have peaked the interest of company’s geneticists,” added 1767 confidently, his words dancing off his tongue as he spoke while his arms laid crossed on his chest.

1221 nodded toward 1767 to agree with his assessment and then added, “We are currently on alert status. We need to be able to launch within an hour of an alert if the target is found. Command is hoping the eurian’s semiannual rituals they preform around this time will draw out the target.”

“I still say we set a trap by attacking an eurian village and wait for her to come to their defense like we saw here,” said the cold heartless voice of 6132 as he motioned toward the video.

“That is the backup plan, I would prefer to catch her when she is not ready for a fight,” said 1221 as he glanced over at the sniper who had disassembled one of their dart launching weapons.

“Elf… that is what she kind of looks like… the ears at least,” suddenly added the pilot as she held up her PDD to the hologram to compare the two. 4423 at this point had taken control of the hologram and was slowly going through each frame inspecting the alien’s attack on the soldiers. When 0082 held up her PDD, he glanced at it then the hologram before nodding at 0082 in agreement. He then returned his focus to the slowly playing video.

“Either way the brief is over, I recommend everyone getting some food and rest. We need to be ready to move at any moment,” said the squad’s leader ignoring 0082’s attempts to compare the alien to a creature of fantasy.

9123 nodded her head and walked over to 0082 and put a hand on her shoulder before saying, “Let’s go get some food.” 0082 shook her head as she tried to showed 9123 the PDD. The older woman watched 6132 walk out of the room with his weapon before glancing at the PDD as she asked, “Why are you all so interested in this alien?”

“Studying the target, trying to figure out how it might think so I can try to predict its actions,” said 4423 his dull voice failing to reflect any interest in his self-imposed task.

“It’s an alien, save your time, we will not be able to understand it,” said 1221’s rough voice as he turned toward the door. “If you do happen to discover any interesting information let me know,” ordered the leader as he walked out of the room.  

“What are you trying to figure out exactly?” inquired the team’s medic as he looked over at the team’s second in command. 1767 stared at the other man then the hologram to try in figure out what was interesting the man about this alien.

“Why it did not kill its enemies? Looking at its attack, it could have easily wiped out the squad instead of just destroying their weapons. They were slaughtering its allies, but it still did not kill the soldiers,” said 4423 neither his voice nor his face showing any curiosity, but it was clear he was by the words he spoke.

“Likely she does not like killing,” replied 1767 his voice filled with sincere consideration of the question. “I would not assume she will stick to those beliefs once we try to capture her. Like a cornered animal she will likely lash out in desperate self-protection when we try to take her down. Considering her level of power, I would recommend against making her feel cornered at any time. When we capture her, maybe you should ask her why she did not kill those security guards,” added the man his voice transforming to a casual almost mocking tone as he finished the last sentence.

“Capturing her without cornering her might be tough,” said 0082 looking up at the medic. The medic was looking at the other members of the team as he propped himself up with arms firmly braced against the table.

“Well if those pieces of junk do as advertised and, the drugs work. She will only realize she is cornered when she is drifting off into a drug induced sleep. Can we discuss this over a hot meal? I want to eat something other than a MRE,” added the tall brown haired woman impatiently as she looked toward the door longingly.

“Sure why not,” replied 1767 casually as he stood up straight. 0082 nodded in response as she continued to stare at the alien. 4423 turned off the hologram device by pressing on a small black button on the base of the metal device casing diverting 0082’s attention back toward her friend behind her. The four then left the room in order to search for food while discussing the alien.

As the Acquisition Team waited for the alert to call them into action, they studied the environment, discussed tactics for capturing the target, prepared and trained with their new equipment, and assisted the local SyCorp security forces. Free time was a waste of SyCorp resources, and was not tolerated for any of the company’s clone soldiers so the team kept themselves useful at all times.

In the meantime, SyCorp unmanned drones scoured the skies above the forests of Eur. The thick forest canopies and size of the forest make acquisition of the target difficult. However these drones were in constant patrol in SyCorp controlled territory as their mechanical “eyes” searched the alien surface below at all hours of the day and night.  

Six days and eight hours after landing on Eur, the members of the Acquisition team were alerted and within 37 minutes their Succubus’ quad engines were coming to life as the team loaded up fully equipped for the operation. A drone monitoring a growing Eurian gathering had spotted the target. Its powerful camera allowed spotted the target as it joined the celebrating Eurian.

The hidden landing bay’s doors opened, the roar of engines intensified as the transport, call sign Ghost 09 for this mission, quickly climbed into the air. The team onboard were double checking their equipment when a male command and control agent came over their helmet’s transmitters, “Acquisition Team Nine, your updated SITREP and ROEs are as follows; Target is surrounded by Eurians. You are allowed to engage the Eurians at will, but remember to conserve sleeper darts for the target. If the situation gets hot, GHOST 09 is cleared weapons hot to engage the Eurians, but you will not fire on any hostile within 30 meters of the target or the target itself. Remember killing target will result in complete failure. Good hunting.”  As the transmission ended the noise dampeners kicked in reducing the powerful engine’s whines to murmur as they rotated into forward flight mode in less than a second. The team members tried to commit the situation report and rules of engagement to memory as the transport started forward toward their target. A red timer over the ramp and door spat out in big red numbers that showed they had less than twenty minutes until they would be engaging the target. The hunt was on…

Lynia, Chosen of Eur

I decided to get a commission of Lynia from fusspot @ thefusspot.tumblr.com after I got a refund from a problematic Kickstarter. I am unable to draw well, and I wanted to do Lynia justice so I decided on this route.

Parts 3 and 4 are in the works and I hope to have part 3 up soon.

Part 2: Acquisition Team Nine

One Week Earlier

        A sleek human, now calling themselves terrans, transport swiftly approached the vast assortment of satellite weapon platforms and defense stations that made up the outer defense grid surrounding the planet Eur. The ship’s overall appearance gave it an aggressive look with sharp angles and the craft’s nose narrowing to a sharp nose from the top the hull’s overall shape was like the blade of a broadsword’s blade with the view from the front slowly growing out adding height to the craft with the front being slimmer than the aft. The stealth vessel would remain unseen to the defense grid’s sensors until its pilot transmitted a request to enter the grid’s space.

        "BLADE 765, requesting entry into Eur's orbital defense grid with intentions to land at SyCorp Industries facility 27X," announced the pilot of the Succubus class transport. The craft followed SyCorp’s standard naming convention of using demonic beings from human legend as sources for ship class names. This Succubus was the devoted transport for one of SyCorp’s elite acquisition teams, a Special Forces group that the powerful corporation used to steal or recover technology and information.

        "BLADE 765, you have permission to enter, follow entry corridor seven Oscar Zulu until past atmosphere then proceed direct to destination and descend to 25,000 until directed to begin approach," replied the droning tired voice of the airspace manager.

        "Seven Oscar Zulu to Atmo, direct to destination, 25,000," replied the female pilot in a rapid energetic tone as the craft’s rectangular engines attached to blade like wings increased thrust to send the craft forward at a greater velocity. The ship navigated toward the entry point of the appointed corridor that instantly appeared as various green waypoints that looked like triangles on the ship’s heads up display (HUD). Setting the auto pilot to follow the assigned waypoints, the pilot sat back and monitored the flight systems for a second before looking up over her left shoulder at another woman who had been standing behind the pilot’s chair quietly as the pilot talked to the airspace manager. The tan skinned brown haired woman stood just over 1.9 meters tall, and was bulging with muscles. The amazon of a woman was HS-1342-9124, the team’s heavy weapon expert. The pilot and heavily weapons expert had formed a quick bond, and tended to keep each other company. The dark skinned pilot’s dark brown eyes looked over the other woman’s scared face that was facing the increasingly impressive view of the planet they were approaching, before saying, “I can see why the UTR is considering making this world our new capital.”

       The brunette muscular woman looked down at the sixteen year old black hair, brown skinned pilot, LK-1132-0082, and said in a warm voice, “Yes blue and green, and filled with life. It almost looks like the pictures of Terra. There appears to be a closer land to water ratio on this world and the land formations look vastly different. However it has that familiar beauty found on the pictures of Terra.”

        Looking back at the planet the thin pilot added, “Perhaps after we help liberate Terra, we will be allowed to live here since all the terrans will want to live on Terra. This world could be our reward for stomping the Ascendancy into the ground.” Her voice was filled with optimism as she smiled at the thought of having a home on this world.

        “We are clone warriors and we live only to fight. The war with the Ascendancy will continue long after Terra is freed,” added a monotone voice that showed no hints of emotion. The voice’s owner was a man sitting in a chair off in the back right corner of the small cockpit. This seat usually belonged to the Succubus’ weapon’s officer, but for the entirety of this trip the man had sat silently in that chair staring at his personal data device (PDD). He was the squad’s second in command, CY-0627-4423. The stormy grey eyes of the man added to his reputation as an unemotional and uninteresting individual. He shared some common features like hair color, height, and the slightly wide cheek bones with 9124 indicating the two likely came from the same DNA lot. However the woman’s other facial features were more rounded than 4423’s more rectangular face, and her eyes were a hazel green to his grey. Small variations like this were not too uncommon between members of the same DNA lot.

         Both women looked over at the man as he continued to stare at personal data device that lit up his firm jaw and unemotional rugged face that with a light green hue. The pilot was the first to address the man, her voice a little less energetic than before, “Clones who have performed well are rewarded. Freeing Terra, their home world, should result in a great reward for the survivors such as a planet on which they could retire and call home.”

         The muscular red head listened to the pilot’s words before nodding while adding her own thoughts, “We will be the heroes who kicked the Ascendancy’s ass. Terrans love having heroes to glorify and shower with awards and praise.”

         The man looked up with a blank look on his face. He stared at each woman in turn before giving them a short speech. His voice was dull and matter of fact as he spoke, “We are tools of the terrans. That is why we have serial numbers instead of names. Tools, like this ship, are never rewarded for doing a good job; they are used until they are broken. The promises of rewards for clones are empty lies made to prevent us from giving into despair. If we liberate Terra we will not suddenly be granted peace or glory. The terrans commanding us will receive the honors, not us. Instead we will just be sent off to next war zone. We have no other purpose but to serve terrans until our end.”

         “Bullshit, Ryan or AI-232-1113, and his team was granted full citizenship and even given terran rank and privileges for their actions on Haxyon 3,” snapped the pilot in a defiant voice as she glared daggers at her superior. She was not going to give up her dream.

         “They continued to serve as warriors until they died in combat. Nothing changed for them other than the addition of meaningless titles to give them the sense of being rewarded,” replied the monotone voiced man as he resumed his reading. This clearly angered the pilot and she clenched her jaw as she turned her gaze to outside the ship. The man was trying to crush her dreams, but she would not let him.

         “Remember he is one of the wiped. He is a little messed up in the head. Do not let his pessimistic views get to you. I am sure when we drive the Ascendancy from Terra. The terrans will hail us as heroes and reward us accordingly,” replied the heavy weapons expert with confidence as she looked down at the pilot. The man didn’t reply to this, he had said his opinion and he was not going to continue the debate. Shaking her head at the angry pilot, the older woman looked out the window as the armed transport navigated a maze of defense satellites and construction ships. Shifting her weight onto the back of the pilot’s head rest to the point of almost leaning on it, the brown haired woman asked in a calm tone of voice, “I wonder why SyCorp called us here?”

         “We will find out soon enough,” muttered the pilot’s suppressed voice as she pressed a button on her control stick as the ship took a turn to angle itself for atmosphere penetration. “Attention, we are about to begin entry into Eur’s atmosphere. I recommend taking your seats and buckling in,” snapped the pilot, her voice still showing her anger as she spoke into her headset’s microphone. 4423 checked his seatbelt, while the tall redhead took a hold of the pilot’s seat with one hand, and the side of the cockpit’s frame with the other to brace herself.

          An armored cover slid over the windscreen of the transport, making the cockpit dark other than a few lit up instruments for a second. A slight glow began to intensify lighting up the cockpit as the ship began to shake violently. The shaking was a sign the transport had begun the process of forcing its way through the planet’s atmosphere. The planet’s resistance to the intruding craft would only last a few seconds, and the trembling soon stopped. Once past the natural barrier, the armor plates protecting the windscreen retracted allowing the pilot to see outside. There was still smoke dispersing around the ship and sections of the transport’s energy shielding were flickering as they recovered from the heat and resistance caused by the atmospheric entry.

        Looking out the window after descending for a couple of minutes, the pilot continued the ship’s descent while straining to get a look of the dark forests below. Her view was hindered by the darkness of night, but breaking the void of night were several mysterious blue glowing lights that dotted the vast forest like stars in a clear night sky. The strange lights began to melt the pilot’s anger as she stared at them with a curious gaze. The few other terran controlled worlds were ugly in comparison. Wastelands that required vast self-contained human cities that looked like vast metal bunkers from the outside for humans to live on the surface. The outside worlds were lethal to any that tried to wander them without proper protection. This world in comparison looked both beautiful and welcoming. If she was ever able to make a home for herself this would be the place to build it.

         Suddenly the negative thoughts returned as did her defiant anger. Who was she kidding? The man was right; she would never see her dreams come true. It would be one battle then the next for her. Her frown quickly returned as the man’s realistic words echoed through her head as she guided the sharp edged ship toward a waypoint on her HUD. ‘No, screw that!’ Thought the pilot, she would prove 4423 wrong, she would earn her dream. She wasn’t going to let that miserable wiped drone ruin her hope. A confident smirk crossed her lips, she was not going to give up.  

         9124 looked down at the pilot with a slight frown while putting her strong hand on the younger woman’s shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. The woman then said in a solemn soft voice, “Don’t let him get to you ace… Hold onto your dreams.” 0082 nodded her head as she continued to focus on the world outside their ship. Frowning, the older woman patted the pilot’s shoulder and said, “I’m going to get all my equipment together and see what the others are up to… see you once we land.” 9123 then turned around and walked through the opened crew compartment door. Climbing down the small set of stairs that led to the cargo hold, 9123 walked over to her nearby fatigue green cot that was part of the living pallet that had been loaded on the transport. There wasn’t much privacy on the transport even the bathroom and “shower” were only shielded from the rest of the cargo compartment by a thin black curtain that could be wrapped around each of the two stations.

          Sitting sideways on the cot next to hers was YH-9911-6132, the lean man with small narrow red artificial eyes carefully examined every part of his disassembled Longbow sniper rifle. He was the team’s sharpshooter and scout, and he was an amazing shot with that rifle. The sleek almost real looking mechanical eyes only enhanced his sharpshooting skills by increasing his vision well beyond that of a normal eye. He preferred to work solo and kept to himself most of the time. He wasn’t as bad as 4423 when it came to being cold and distant, but he was a close second. The man didn’t even look up when 9123 recovered a bag from under her nearby cot and started to cram some of her clothes that had been resting out on the bed into it, without any regard for organization.

         “You will fit more in there if you fold and organized your belongings,” said a smooth voice behind 9123. The woman looked over her shoulder at the naked muscular man that was wiping down his body with a towel. His skin was much darker tan than her own skin, and his shoulder blade length straight hair was jet black.

         Smirking 9123 replied is a soft almost motherly voice, “I do not need to fit more. Unlike you I do not try to fit three bags worth of crap into one.”

        “You know most of my bag is filled with medical equipment I use to save your ass,” replied PL-0320-1767 smiling back as he went to his bag and started to carefully extract a uniform without disturbing the rest of the well-organized clothes and equipment. The man had striking features that made him comparable to a male model one would find in terran advertisements for clothes.

         9123 smirked as she watched him and said, “Well someone needs to fight. Hiding behind cover all the time doesn’t complete the mission.”

        1767 smiled and added in a confident and smooth tone of voice as he put on his underwear and pants, “I fight, I just prefer to do it intelligently, and use cover so I don’t get shot.”

        9123 shook her head and added, “There is a difference in using cover during a fire fight and hiding behind a wall the entire time and waiting for the rest of us to kill the enemy.”

        “1767 can fight better than most out there, but as our medic he needs to stay back more than the rest of us so when we get hit he can administer medical care. Remember he has saved both of us several times,” said a sand paper like voice from the furthest cot on the pallet. The owner of the voice was the squad leader AZ-1030-1221. The man had skin color the same as their pilot. However the leader lacked hair and most of his facial features were ruined by numerous scars and synthetic replacements, including his entire jaw and right cheek bone structure. He started his career as a member of the Acquisition teams, and he had been a member of the high risk unit for over 25 years.

        “If I got seriously wounded none of you would know how to save me, and then everyone is doomed,” added 1767 which invoked an eye roll from 9123. She then shook her head silently while zipping up her bag, and pulled it off her cot before dropping it in front of her feet. She then gave it a swift kick to get it under the cot.

     Unceremoniously dropping her massive frame onto her cot 9123 muttered, “Well you keep hiding while the rest of us get the mission done.” The medic’s response was a smug smile, as he sat on his cot to put on his boots. There was a moment of silence before 9123 asked, “Boss any more information on this mission?”

        “None, which means SyCorp did not want to risk the information leaking to any other organization. Expect a stealth operation and prepare accordingly,” replied the gritty voice of their leader.

         “Awww sounds like someone will have to use a silenced carbine instead of the heavy coil rifle,” teased the now fully dressed medic as he carefully put away his bag and adjusted the collar on his urban grey camouflage fatigues.

        “I do not care what the mission actually is as long there is some action and not some boring “watch people do something” observation mission,” said the woman as she held up her right hand to block out the dim light in the middle of the ceiling.

         “Amen to that, the only thing worse than observation no action missions is babysit the important person mission,” replied the medic as he brushed off his pants like there was something on his thighs.

         “Remember that one high profile meeting where we had to play bodyguard and had to sit in all those briefings?” asked 9123 with a heavy sigh as she let her muscular arm drop to her side.

        “I swear 4423’s face almost twisted into one of sheer boredom by the second third. I do not understand how the corporates could actually like those bore fests,” replied 1767 shaking his head then stretching his long arms out.

        9123 and 1767 continued their discussion on the boring body guard mission from the year prior, where they had to sit through five days of meetings and business discussions. The conversation then started to transform into one discussing how terrible it would be to just be a garrison troop on some central world that never saw any real threats. Their conversation continued until the mechanical sound of the engines rotating into vertical mode for landing.

        Upon landing, the rear of the craft’s ramp and door opened slowly revealing they had landed in a vast underground hanger. At the bottom of the ramp, an elderly woman stood patiently in her sharp business attire. The suit she wore was a three button blazer with fancy gold embroidered collar and cuffs of the sleeve. Once the engines had cut off completely the woman finally spoke in a firm commanding voice, “Good to see you all here earlier than expected Acquisition Team Nine, leave your equipment on the Succubus. We need to brief you immediately on your mission as we do not know when your target will be spotted again, and once she reappears we need to launch your team immediately.” The squad leader nodded and turned his head toward the back of the ship as 4423 climbed down from the crew compartment. Once 4423 was standing next to their leader, the group started down the ramp after the woman who had swiftly turned around and started to walk toward the double doors that led out of the hanger. 0082 would join them once she finished her post flight duties.

Part 1: The Chase

Reaching out Lynia grabbed the tree limb above her as she jumped, and used it to fling herself toward a branch on a neighboring tree. Her legs found their calculated mark as she dropped to a kneeling position to absorb some of the shock of her landing. Her long pointed ears pointing out of the side of her head twitched up and down as she listened for her pursuers making chase on the ground below her. Her breathe was heavy from fleeing her relentless hunters, and her mind was filled with fear. Why were they hunting her? They were the monsters who murdered innocent miztan! Despite these atrocities, she had spared them and in return they now hunted her.   

This confrontation occurred many sun cycles ago, when they had encroached on a nearby miztan settlement in the outer perimeter of the Nitareri, or Luminous in the terran’s language, Forest. The terrans had claimed the land as theirs, when it had belonged to a miztan treetop village for many generations. The miztan offered to show them different lands along with tribute to allow the miztan to keep their village in its current location, but terrans were not interested in negotiating. The taller terrans told the miztan’s elders they had a single sun cycle to relocate, or their village would be destroyed with them in it. The chief miztan elder had grown impatient with the invaders and told the terrans to leave, and that the miztan would not forsake their homes. The terrans’ response was brutal, the group of ten soldiers immediately began to opened fire with their powerful weapons on the miztan.

Lynia arrived just in time to witness the terran’s beginning their massacre. Solid metal spikes launched at supersonic speeds had torn through the miztan with ease as they tried to flee. Lynia was shocked by the ruthlessness of the invaders, but she did not allow the shock to prevent her from acting. Focusing her spiritual energy, Lynia had quickly conjured ten darts of fiery energy, and launched them toward the murderous terrans by flinging out her arm toward the targets. The small seven centimeter bolts of pure energy danced among the heartless soldiers, but not a single soldier was harmed by them. Under Lynia’s careful guidance these power bolts of energy burned through their weapons, rendering them useless. Walking toward the murderers her eyes ignited in power she demanded they leave and she would not be so merciful if they tried to harm anymore miztan. The shocked terrans did as she commanded, and retreated with haste to their ground crawling vehicle. That was the last and only interaction with the terrans until now.

By leaping from branch to branch in the upper regions of forest, the nature attuned faelin afforded to keep ahead of her hunters. Her swift movements among the canopies of the trees were unhindered by the thick underbrush and roots that slowed her hunters. However their flying machine was impossible to outrun. The whine of its engines could be heard as it passed overhead once again, and hovered ahead of her. Thankfully the thick canopy hid her from that metal beast, but the canopy also blocked her view so she could not see that it had dropped off another terran soldier.

As Lynia started to leap to a nearby branch the air was filled with the sounds of an electrical crack from one of the terran’s weapons. Suddenly a sharp pain drove through her right leg as a metal projectile drove straight into it. Yelping in pain, she continued forward faster her adrenaline allowing her to ignore the quickly fading pain. Lynia did not realize that her leg was quickly beginning to numb as she continued to flee. She would soon realize it when the leg lacked the control for her to make a simple jump. Her three fingers and thumb reached out in a desperate attempt to grab the branch she had leaped for when she realized her jump had been short. She was barely able to grab a hold of the branch, but her grip quickly failed. Feeling the smooth branch slip from her fingers, her mind quickly turned to fear as she realized she was falling toward the hard ground below. Closing her eyes she focused the best she could as her body pummeled from the vast height of the forest’s great tree that stood almost a 100 meters in height.

Summoning a field of invisible energy below her faelin attempted to shield her body from the hard impact with the ground, it was the same technique she used to levitate, but she didn’t have time or focus to form a levitation field. When she slammed into the hard forest floor, the field dampened most of the impact saving her from death. However the shield was not enough to completely protect her, the faelin’s left arm was the first part of her body to strike the ground as she reached out with to break her fall and it broke like a twig, the severed bone jutting out of her skin. Following her arm her left side struck the ground, and the impact instantly cracked four ribs. Tears formed in her eyes as she gasped in pain, but she would not give up now. Using her still good right arm she half crawled across the ground toward a tall thick patch of blue and purple La-La flowers that stood a little over a meter tall with their long elegant stems. These flower stood next to the remains of a fallen tree, whose large trunk and the uneven earth created a small crevice she could hide in. Crawling under the tree and behind the thick cluster of flowers, Lynia wrapped her purple hair covered fox like tail around her tan skin with elaborate emerald green patterns on it. Looking down at the leg that had lost all feeling she saw a metal device sticking out of it. She grabbed the metal object and pulled it out of her skin revealing the point of it was like a needle. She inspected it as the drugs contained in the projectile spread into her torso causing a numbing sensation that creeped across her torso. She tossed the object as far as she could away from herself as she curled up the best she could in order to hide.

                Lynia took her still good right hand and began to summon energies to heal her shattered left arm. A soothing blue light slowly repaired the broken arm. Lycia was focused on her healing and fighting the numbness that was slowly encroaching on her mind, to notice the approaching terran. Suddenly the sound of a branch breaking made her look up. One of her pursuers was looking at the dart she had tossed aside. The figure’s armored right boot stood on top of a broken branch that had announced its arrival. The figure’s helmet hid its face and made it look like a faceless monster. Holding her breath, Lynia pulled away her right hand slowly as she transformed the healing energy into powerful burning energy. Fear gripped her mind as the helmet suddenly turned and faced her. She realized her energy change had caught its attention.

Lynia’s fear and anger mixed the haziness caused by her drugs made her act without thinking. Her right hand dart up as the terran’s weapon turned toward her. Time seemed to slow to Lynia unleashed five magical darts of searing light, at the same time she heard the electrical crack of the figure’s weapon discharging. Horror suddenly gripped Lynia’s mind as she realized she was about to take a life. A sharp pain stabbed her shoulder as the terran’s weapon struck her and the additional drugs began to cloud her senses even further as her energy projectiles surged toward their target. No, she could not do it, she would not turn into a killer. She would not be like these heartless terrans. Closing her grip all the darts converged together forming a burning orb that hovered a few centimeters away from her attacker before slowly fading away. The figure just stood there staring at the dangerous yet beautiful orb until it had completely faded. Right before the darkness swallowed Lynia’s mind she afforded to whisper a single word, “Mercy.”

So it begins...

Finally did it, finally made a home for this story in the form of this blog. For those who stumbled upon this welcome, and sorry I have no content up just yet. I plan to go over the first section one last time to look for errors in grammar and syntax (and hopefully catch most of them) before submitting it.

However I would like to set some expectations for those of you out there about my writing. I am not the best user of written English, I am actually not even that good in my opinion. As such if you are expecting novel level writing I apologize in advance. I am definitely not going to be writing at A Game of Thrones level right now. I do proof read, revise, proof read, revise, and so on several times before submitting each part of the story. However I have a limit before it becomes a chore, and drains my enthusiasm for the project.

I have a full time job, family, and other hobbies. As such the goal right now will be to add a piece of the story once every two weeks. I plan to add little informational entries in between story parts keep some interest up. On the subject of entries… do not expect me to go over these with a fine tooth comb for grammar and English. I will do my best to make them tolerable, but they will be written quickly and help develop the world/races that will be in the story. Think of them as my rambling on about some ideas. Plan is to make the story able to tell about these things itself, but will take a while to fully explain within the context of the story itself. Also could use this to quickly throw in details that would be considered unimportant to the overall story, and thus were not included.  

These entries can be influenced by those of you reading this blog. If you want to ask any questions about a specific race, organization, character, technology, or even my thoughts/inspirations/ideas behind some of the story. I will use entries to expand on answers if any questions come up, and I welcome input on what to write in these entries.

For the first bit on the story here are a few races that I have created that will make early appearances (well one will be mentioned but not appear until later) in the story:

Terrans (AKA humans… in this story I am calling them Terrans and Terra is Earth)

Faelin

Miztan (or Eurans as Terrans will call them)

Ascendants

There will be more to come, but not going to really mention them until they are closer to appearing.