Advanced future soldier

My head….Wh–wh—where am I?  Deep throbs pulsed thougout his head, as if someone finally knocked some sense into his psyche.  His last memory was being shocked in midflight.  “The tenth district…It was a trap.  The whole thing was a trap”.  “I see you’ve finally awaken Talegan.  Welcome.  You’re just in time for the show.”

“Wh–who are you?”  “Please forgive my manners Talegan.  We still haven’t been properly introduced.  My name is Kitren-x.  We are called, Oriasis.  You’ll be seeing plenty of us in the coming days”  “What do you want with me?  Where is the bomb?”  “Ah.  Questions, questions, questions Talegan.The curious mind always seeks to know.  And you’re quite the predictable one I’d admit.  Are you coming to save the poor lives here Severus?  How does it feel to be powerless?  What exactly were you expecting? To help the pathetic people of this land?  You see Severus,  they were doomed when you showed up.  And now, their blood will be upon your hands.”  Severus could feel his stomach tie in knots with noxious element.  The thought that innocent civilians could be killed struck a ugly cord with him.  He thought to himself.  “How could they die?  What is she really seeking to gain out of all of this?  Who is she working for?  Does the Domain know I’m here?  Have they finally caught up with me?”  The woman kept lecturing him as if she were trying to chip away at his integrity.  Gnawing away at any sense of hope, or shred of confidence he may have had.  Suddenly one of the subjects to his left began to slowly move toward him.  The sound of his feet seemed like firm metal clanking against the floor.  There he stood.  Severus glared at him as he approached, in awe of his form and audacity.  Thinking again to himself in wonder.  “This is a well coordinated attack.  Definitely not amateurs. But who could it be?”  “Severus.  I’d like you to meet Alpha-Mechlon”.  By the end of her sentence.  He had already armed his forearm stunner releasing the first burst directly into his chest.  The blast knocked his chair backward violently back onto the floor, his hands still banded behind his back.    “Bravo!  bravo!  I thought you two would get along just fine.”

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Benjamin Thomas


Surprising Journey

Fast road leading into a suset.

It had been a short time since he left Simion in district 9 by himself to face an unknown enemy.  But if there was anyone who could handle himself, it was Sim.  He would check in with Simion after he had spotted the transfer pod they were in earlier.

The flight over the Crygan to the tenth district was a pleasant one.  He hadn’t set into roaming mode in quite some time now.  It brought back a plethora of memory being in the administration at the Domain.  His thoughts captivated him temporarily pulling him away into a distant realm.  “I was destined to be ruler of my people.  I had a royal family, with peace for generations and generations.  All of the kingdoms were in order.  Chaos was kept to a minimum.  Spira was by my side.  I can still see her and taste the delight in her eyes or the pleasure in her countenance when she gazed upon me.  Suddenly he felt an overwhelming shock throughout his entire being.  A unusual type of electricity running through his veins.  He didn’t know what hit him.  Knocked unconscious, he began to spiral quickly downward.  He transferred back into his human form still spiraling out of control.  An electrical like net captured him just before he crashed and lifted him back up into the atmosphere.  “I have the package.”  There was someone at the other end of the net tugging along.  “Good.  Bring him to me immediately.  I have plans for Mr. Severus.  Plans indeed.”

In the Province of Midor, within the southeastern portion of the southern kingdom.  In a small town of Himmel.  Gor, the ballerdarian was preparing for his travels.  “Ah!  Its not everyday that blessed one says goodbye to his children.  And not every midanite has six bundles of joy!  Come here.  Give your ol’ Papa a kiss.  One for Kimdel. One for Xerix and Phannie. Tranis, Hepta and Nivel.  Mmwhaaa.  And one for the misses.  Mmwhaa.”  “Why do you have to go?  Can’t they figure this out by themselves?  Don’t they have resources in the Domain for this?  Why do they need you to go?”  “Hanice.  We’ve already been over this.  You know why I must go.  I’ll be fine.  Tend to the children.”  They both resonated the deep culture of the Midonese.  When called upon a Midan in a time of need, the faithful shall stand.  They both knew the ancient proverb.  “Tell my brother the message in due time.”  “I love you Gor.”  They both exchanged  a look and traded smiles.  “At least you have Su-pak and Su-van with you”.  “Yes Hannie, you know they are my faithful servants”.  Gor left the house in haste and put some remaining items in his travel sack.  He leaped upon his grotick and motioned to his companions for departure.  Then three large birds took flight disappearing past the trees.

Su-pak and Su-van flanked him on both sides upon their groticks.  They soared far above extending into the sky.  The span of their wings easily covered about thirty feet.  The groticks were known for their loyalty and making long distance trips across treacherous terrain.  Deep into the journey Gor noticed movement in one of his sacks.  He looked at Su-van and then looked at Su-pak, both occupied with naviating the trip.  Then moments later, he noticed more movement out of the same sack again.  “Papa! Papa! Its me! Phannie!

© Copyright 2015

Benjamin Thomas



Everywhere I go, people seem to die.  It wasn’t supposed to be like this.  I didn’t come to earth to bring this pain and suffering of life.  Simion responds with a solid reassuring tone. “You’re not to blame for this.  Take the pillars of peace upon your hands and your feet shall be prosperous”.  Quoting an ancient proverb of wisdom.  I should have stayed in Vangoria of Aspherion and dealt with Gracious face to face.  “My Lord, If I may exercise boldness on your behalf.  You are the Son of Soron, chosen to be—I’ve failed… the people of Govinia.  Our own people Simion.  How could I be anything.  I have broken the sacred rule of solace.  The foundations of the Regnum have been desecrated, abandoned by my fear to slay my own kin.  “My Lord, we must focus on the matters at hand.  Deal with Dallon, and determine who is behind this act of cowardice before its out of control”.  Very well, summon your seekers.  Request their location and put them on high alert.  “Request complete.  They’ve followed the signal to sector 9 quadrant 4.  The signal seems to drop off there.  I’ve also picked up an unauthorized use of frequency with a time stamp just prior to the blast.  “Track the location, get the specs and the camera surveillance within the area for the past 24 hours.  Well find our little friend before long.  Then make a trip to sector 9.”

© Copyright 2015

Benjamin Thomas