Fury and a Half So this is a dark story, which is kinda abnormal for me so give me a break. It's also Sci-Fi which isn't me and please don't compare this iZ's Sci-Fi story :?. Enjoy, or not… Prologue [Scanning] /Scan complete\ "Finally!" | Creature Unknown | "What do you mean it's unknown? You have the largest creature database in this galaxial quadron!" [Activating finger print scan] [Activating multi-celluar disprution control] [Activating dispruted cell control] "Ho- how-how are you doing tha-that? Multi-celluar disprution? Dispruted cell control? R.A.C.T.O.D deactive!" Silence "That's an order R.A.C.T.O.D!" The Major shouted but R.A.C.T.O.D did nothing, it just started it's multi-celluar dispurtion chamber and control sphere. A quiet whirl could be heard from inside the wall. A small dish slid out of a clear metallic wall with a network of lights running around. It was underneath a red window like thing, the behind it a red light shone and four cameras were located around this light. One was normal, one was ultraviolet, one was a heat sensor and one was a zoom lens. The four cameras twisted and focused as the sphere whirlled louder and louder. The dish was blue with a net of yellow, the rough shape of a finger was inplanted and shown on the dish. The Major grunted and pressed his finger againist the print mark. The netting disappeared and a thin red line shot up and down where his finger was. To reply R.A.C.T.O.D activated the multi-celluar dispurtion charge. The Major screamed in horror and pain as waves of feelings, numbness and intense pain torn his body apart. Literally and metaphorically. Colour faded in and out of his body. The bottom half of his body froze but wanted to move in every direction at once. The top half of crumpled and his face fell forwards. As it fell a spinning sphere made of brass with one line down vertically about the size of an adult's fist popped out of a trapdoor the size of a laptop in the wall and the Major's face slammed againist it. A crack and a crunch could be heard as blood splattered and sprayed all over the clear white wall and the sphere as it spun on his nose. His left hand rose and pushed on the sphere, this pushed his body up but his hand still touched the ball. His body was ridged but could move. Unfortionatally he didn't notice as he felt nothing. No emotion, none of senses worked but sight. But his memory was active so that was pointless. § The Major § "Emptiness. Nothing. A never ending abyss of nothing. Waves of black in the nothing. I'm not sure how I knew there were waves in the darkness and nothing." § The Major § Alarms wailed. Red lights flashed and flooded the ship with blood red light. Dull steel shutters cracked down as a robotic voice said. "Closing exits. Closing exits to stop the escape of the Project." As the Major fell to the metal floor.
Don't post here. But in feedback thread. The High Chairs in Galatic Union of Deathfarix The High Chairs Galatic Union of Deathfarix was made purely of 12 highly trained warriors and scienctists. Each member had been put through intense training. Sword fighting, shooting, parkour, stamia, speed, strength and telepathy. Every member could break a brick wall with their fist, could outdo a knight in sword fighting… with their weaker hand, they could read minds, and could run as fast as a swooping hawk. They had to be at peace with the everything; cancel out everything and focus on one thing. Their accuracy was so precise that they chip the top of a blunt pencil lead with a 50. Cal laser bullet shot from a WΔΣ0Θ0δT without a scope; the best sniper rifle ever made. It was designed for assassinating from 50 miles and can go for 150 miles. The scope was heat, light and movement senstive. At the head was Ractod. Ractod was always a winner from a young age. Anyway, if he didn't win he had a thing about murdering the winner and framing others. At 14 half of his face got burnt by a laser then eaten fleshoids, he got a half mask but still always wears a black hooded robe. His actual skin was as black as night but shimmered colour to whatever the viewer wanted to see. His finger nails were dirty and long. Each one was yellow, broken and cracking. His back moaned if he straightend it so he slumps everywhere he walks. Underneath his robes were an array of plasma weapons and normally smithed weapons; but each weapon was a sword or a knife. Hiding by the wrist of his right robe was a plasma knife that shot out into the enemy at the right time using several differnt sensors. His 'walking stick' was actually a sword, all you had to do was twist the bottom and pull the top and vola you have a longsword and a trained master that could slice off your head at the slightest twitch. Next highest was Regaulyra Talus. Regaulyra was a lanky, skinny man. He had wild blonde hair and lightly tanned skin. Regaulyra Talus was a humble member of the High Chairs… At least at first glance. He wore normal t-shirts, jeans and a strange steel glove to most people, but they had been trigger to transform into touch, sound, heat and light sensitive force field armour; an invisible coat of armour of upmost defense. Apon triggering the the armour's sensors Regaulyra was equiped with laser throwing knives. Twenty five knives made of pure laser; a single touch from Regaulyra and it scanned his head to seek the target. But a touch from an enemy and it plunged itself through the 'user's' heart. An instant kill. His steel glove was on his left hand and had the ultimate power… Death at touch. It had the ability to collipse the bones in a body by sending subtle eletric shocks through the person's bones using pads on the finger tips. The knuckles were tipped with poisonous spikes that shot into the person's body; slowly eroding their interal organs with a poisonous blood stream. These two members were the soul scaffolding that held up the High Chairs. The members in order were: Ractod - Leader of the High Chairs in the Galatic Union of Deathfarix; Regaulyra Talus - The brains; Pifglirm Sarone - The inventor; Daniel Steelrish - The warrior; Ella - The spy; Blackra Ralg - The system hacker; Berx - The berserker; Alexander Orclov - The defender; Acloyrm Staing - The assassin; Storaque Zaln - The stronghold; Lynyrx - The theoroligist; Skrillrx Tiger - The 'room clearer' But there is a thirtheen Olympain to this tale. A woman who goes by the name Nalthina Ordüko. Nalthina was the true assassin, she strapped a laser WA2000 Model TTT and two laser USPΩ40s to her thighs. Although no one had paid her, Nalthina had an goal of murdering Acloyrm Staing, Ractod had been to hasty with choosing Acloyrm over Nalthina. Acloyrm was poor when it came to defense, shocking for an assassin who knows all the tricks. She left windows open, had no defence systems, or had any mirrors in her cabin. All of these are vital for keeping you alive. The Unknown Sector was well know for murders. Not that the public knew that. Nalthina had a brillaint idea to murder the inferior assassin.
Feeling lazy so it's short… Zero and his life Zero was a ordinary fourteen year old boy living in The Cluxstal Sector. He had scruffy dirty brown hair and soft green eyes. He had a mild tan from the Season of the two Suns. He had one brother and a sister. His father was an ex-soldier with one eye so is an exforces soldier, he trains new soldiers to fight the War. Around his neck he hung an medallion of an Eyptian eye with two curved swords through it. He never knew what it was but he found it when he was five and never stopped wearing it. On his index finger of his right hand he had an titanium knuckle duster with a ruby on the end which his father used in the army. His mother was killed by the Govement when his father tried to leave the army. She was a soul mate to him so he never tried finding another wife. Zero had a perfect life. A girlfriend, good grades, loving family, loyal friends. It was brillaint being Zero… but then the Project came…
WARNING! This SPLIT chapter contains bad langauge and scenes of violence. If this does not please you then don't read this chapter. THIS half only has foul langauge but the next half WILL have large scenes of violence. Thanks , enjoy and thanks for reading The Assassination Nalthina looked at Acloyrm's pristine white door. To the right was a green finger scanner, to the left was a box with a blue screen displaying eight digital numbers. The screen was a touch screen but hadn't been activated untill the correct finger print had been placed. Nalthina slowly pulled a laser multi-tool out of a utility belt. She clicked a switch and a pink laser glowed at her. It swiftly read her mind and a screwdriver formed. She inserted it into the screws around the ones around the box with the finger prints. As the 'door' swung open, a jungle of wires could be seen; along with metal gizmos. In the centre was a small grey box with a green screen. Wires spun around and off this box… the finger scanner. She swiftly worked on the box; every so often it bleeped at her, but she silenced it everytime. After about five minutes she pressed her finger on the displayed area. It softly whirred and purred as it moved away. The box sunk into the wall. Afterwards she looked at number lock and tutted. Out of a belt and grenade shaped object came. She pointed it at the touchscreen and pressed a button at the top… a thin steam of thin murky liquid sprayed the numbers. The glass cracked and groaned. Bits of eletricity spat from a common pattern holes, a visor covered her sturdy face. Eight small yellow switchs with the numbers from right to left were: 1,1,8,7,5,6,2,3. Nalthina quickly flicked them the correct number of times. Suddenly shutters slid over Acloyrm's door. "*BZZT*ACTIVING IRIS SCANNER!*BZZT*" the doors said in a rusty tinny voice. Nalthina swore loudly as a clean glass circle slowly moved out of the metal shutters. "Die bit**!" Nalthina shouted as her fist smashed the the scanner as blue and green light flowed out. "And you, say hi to by plasma cutter fu**et." She softly spoke to the shutters as her multi-tool emitted a cutter. The doors slid open at the touch of Nalthina. "That's right bit**, open for me door of my nemesis." The first step Nalthina took and loud sirens wailed. Red lights flashed, the door slammed closed and spoke. "That's righ-r-right fu**er. I'm tra-tr-trapping you." It stammered. "Shut it door." "OK," it replied sheepishly. Nalthina sprinted across the small appartment, leaped over the bed to notice that the 'bi***' wasn't in. She was out. She swore as she opened a window at the end of the room. "SH**!" Nalthina screamed as her head swung into an abyss of darkness and stars. Space. She opened a window into space, contents of Acloyrm's room were lifted off the ground and Nalthina's head was in a oxygen-less area. § Nalthina Ordüko § Darkness and a faint twinkle. That's it. Lungs tightening, eyes bursting. Like someone just squeezed me. Rounded metal slabs forming a spaceship. Blood stopping to run. Pain. Horrible pain. Black. Vision clouding. Brain emptying. Nothing… § Nalthina Ordüko § Was this the end of the best assassin to be alive? Was this the end of Nalthina Ordüko?