Friday, August 7, 2009

Majesta 9- Prologue

"All pilots report to assigned hangars! All pilots report to assigned hangars! This is not a drill." a deep male voice boomed over the Space Station's PA system, while a loud siren, almost like one the people of Old Earth would use to warn of Air Raids, sounded throughout every room and hallway.

Suddenly men and women were rushing every which way. Some were making their way up to the port side hangar, the other up to the starboard side. People who had been eating dropped their forks, and people who had recently been in deep discussion were soon joining the throng of pilots heading to their craft.

It had been a relatively quiet few days, with no threat to take care of, or any escorts to be made. Space had been, for the most part, safe. Whatever was happening was definately no joke. Several ideas of what might be going on, was running through everyone's minds as the siren continued to sound. In more than a few of the residents of the Space Station, the idea that the Rimworlders had finally reached their quadrant, was at the forefront of their thoughts. They didn't know how right they were...

Off to the side of the crowds, a father was kneeling down in front of his son, his big hands on the boy's shoulder. Most people that met them would say that the boy looked like a duplicate of the man, with dark hair, strong cheekbones, and a sturdy nose. Those same people would also say that the boy got his eyes from his mother. Smokey grey and almond shaped.

At that particular moment the boy looked mutinous and was frowning.

"Radnar... I have to go fight." the father gazed at him.

The boy shook his head, "I have a bad feeling about today dad... What if you don't come back?"

"I always come back don't I?" he smiled in response.

Radnar crossed his arms. "Today is different. I know it's the Rimworlders... They killed mother...."

A look of sadness appeared on the face of the father, but was quickly covered up by a forced smile that looked more like a grimace. His wife had been an ambassador for the Majesta 9 Space Station for several years, constantly going back and forth between all 9 quadrants of the Novus Vita Galaxy.


****(TO BE FINISHED LATER)****

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