Post by Beebs on Oct 1, 2007 12:26:15 GMT -6
In a dark and dank room sat a girl, strapped into a practically broken wooden chair. In front of her sat a wooden desk of the same condition. A small ceiling lamp swung by a thin cord over it, shining light in small sections. A man in a black coat slowly paced back and forth, slightly sighing with every step. He clenched his fingers together in a fist until each one popped. The sound boomed back from the metal walls of the room. The man grunted, looking down to the girl, whose head was hanging low. He finally broke the silence, "Is this really what you want? This could all be over if you just told us where they are..."
The girl looked up. The girl's hair was black, along with her eyes. Everything about her face was flawless. The picture of beauty, as some would say. She couldn't have been older than 17, which made the situation at hand so much worse. She tilted her head to the side, giving a curious look at the man. She finally gave a smirk, before replying, "But you and I both know that's never going to happen, officer." She leaned her head backwards now, making noise that sounded like a half-laugh. Her head returned to its previous position. Her demeanor seemed to have lost all coyness, as she now had a grimace on her face that even the most deranged person would find disturbing. She said, "However, I will tell you a story..."
-----
In the distant future, after war devoured the majority of the planet, geographical reform caused every person to reside on one continent. Governmental figures of every remaining political system forged themselves into one magnificent power to find a solution. They named themselves the Core. Together, they helped restore the world to its former glory. And for a time, everything was peaceful.
However, the power of this new super government soon became corrupted. The Core began abusing the world's resources, then pollution from weaponry and machinery soon blotted out the sun and society was forced to rely on the Core for their energy purposes. Those who were once considered leaders of freedom were now cruel dictators. Most of the population was forced into slavery and the Core was now in absolute control of every aspect of life. The planet's fate was imminent.
Until one day, a small group of rebels used force to take control of a labor camp in a city called Fortitude. Soon, many of these small groups began emerging all over the world and formed an underground union known as the Abyss. A common goal was formed to disable the world's power, using a key generator in the capital city of Rajord. This would cause all of the Core's security to fail and would allow a massive raid to free as many people as possible.
Three concentrated headquarters, with multiple control centers, were established for the Abyss, putting the capital in the center of a mapped triangle. These factions were named Falcon, consisting of elites who ran background operations that were once a part of the Core, Hawk, a group consisting of brute muscle in great numbers, and Eagle, the senior group that was in charge of the rest.
However, the plan was leaked to the government by various double agents and now that they are aware, the Core could better prepare themselves for this rebellion.
Only time could tell the fate of the...
It was nightfall when Koren Jupiter slowly stepped down the empty streets of Brook, a small town quite known for its emptiness. He kept his hands in his pockets. The man had a thick head of navy blue hair and piercing blue eyes to match; his overall demeanor seemed icy. He was quite tall and built fairly muscular, but was still thin compared to other men his age.
Koren was accidentally involved in a rebellion at an imprisonment-city called Fortitude when he was 17. The world's government, known as the Core, had encampments all across the continent which kept people in slavery. The intial rebellion led to the creation of a group know as the Abyss, whose sole goal was to bring freedom to the world.
His closest friend, Caleb Moore, who was there as well, was deeply involved in the planning of the event and forced Koren to act with him. Caleb was killed during the struggle, leaving Koren to act alone as the new leader of the Abyss. Now 27, he had important business to attend to in the small town.
Koren stopped for a moment, examining a fork in the desolate street. He took the one to the right which led to a local pub, the Wallflower. He continued forward, when he heard something metal rattling in a dark alleyway to his left. He paused, trying to see what it was, but the alley was shaded by the endless-night's darkness. He turned and began to walk into it. He was in enough to see a dumpster, which continued to make the rattling noise.
He stood right in front of it, then quickly kicked it, causing a scared cat to jump out and flee. He smirked, turning around to back towards the pub, not expecting to see two officers of the Core, standing in front of him in black suits, wearing sun glasses. "Isn't it a little be dark to be wearing shades, boys?"
The two men looked at each other, then back to Koren. One began pulling out a pair of handcuffs, while the other pointed a gun at Koren and began to say, "Koren Jupiter, you are under arrest for the disruption of peace and attempting to harm high elites of the Core. You have no rights--"
"Easy boys," Koren interrupted, backing away, which only made the men more tense. "If you would just allow me to--" Koren quickly crouched to the ground, extending a leg out and sweeping it under the officer with the handcuffs, knocking him to the ground. Before the other had a chance to fully react, Koren stood back up and elbowed the officer in the face, which slammed his head into a brick wall, knocking him unconscious.
Koren pried the gun from his fingers, and walked over to the other officer and slammed it into his head, knocking him out as well. Koren picked up both of their limp bodies and tossed them in the dumpster, using the handcuffs that one of the officers had to keep the lid shut.
He smirked as he walked out of the alleyway, and back onto the street towards the bar.
-----
Meanwhile, Alaia Kapallo yawned as she turned onto her side. Her violently red hair was messily tied up in a bun, beginning to fall loose as her head hung down. She typically wore no makeup, mainly due to the fact that it was hard to come by in places like Brook, but still looked perfectly fine without it. Her pale green eyes were often offset by her looks.
An only child, Alaia grew up in basic poverty, all because of the government. Her father was a trained surgeon, prestigious, but because of his rebellious nature and his alliance with the Abyss, money was very short and the government was always suspicious of their family.
When Alaia was 15 she learned of his position in the Abyss and soon tried helping the rebellion, but her father discovered her intentions and quickly put a stop to it, not wanting her in danger.
When she turned 18, she tried joining the Falcons but she wasn't experienced enough. Determined, she learned martial arts, gunmanship, and swordplay for an entire year, without fail. Soon, she became of part of the Abyss with ease. At age 19, she was stationed at Brook.
As Alaia laid on the couch in her apartment's living room, she stared at a half-eaten bowl of cereal on the card/dining table that was dimly lit up by a light coming from the kitchen. Leaving chores undone always gnawed away at Alaia, causing her to feel quite restless. She groaned as she got up from her napping position and paced along the cold floor, quickly picking up the bowl and carrying it into the kitchen.
Inside the narrow half-room she emptied the bowl into the sink and turned on the water, letting the milk-soaked bits wash down the drain. She rinsed out the bowl and cleaned off the spoon, placing them both on a counter rack, signifying they were meant to be more properly cleaned at a later time.
She smiled at the sight. For some reason, Alaia always enjoyed cleaning dishes after she got up for the day; one of the few things she could leave unfinished until morning. She wasn't sure why, but it helped her become energized in the morning, along with a cup of coffee, of course.
Still, restlessness plagued her. She glanced at the clock which displayed a quarter until midnight. She bit her lower lip, wondering to herself, "Is it too late for me to go out? Hm...one cup of cocoa couldn't hurt." She grabbed her coat that was lying in a rocking chair and headed out the door, towards her favorite spot in the dreary city.
-----
Koren removed his hands from his pockets and blew in them to warm them up. He was now a few feet in front of the entrance to the Wallflower. He sighed before pushing the door open and entering the bar, which only had 4 people inside, including the bartender. He walked up to the bar and smiled at the woman serving. "Cold one, please."
Elana Vandersmith was the sole barkeep of the Wallflower. She was new to the position, but seemed to be naturally good at it. Her wavy brunette hair reached just past her shoulder blades and she had hazel colored eyes that went along with it. Her skin tone was pale; the most noticeable thing about her face was her petite nose. Although her looks were simple, she had an eloquence about her that often caused second glances from the opposite sex.
"Coming up," Elana replied standing behind the counter and pulling out a bottle of Sjrn, an alcoholic beverage that was similar to beer, but had a sharper taste. Taking off its top and sliding it over to Koren, the young woman raised her eyes to the man, and she offered him a nod and a quick smile before retracting it. She turned her back to him and continued her work as thoughts of her traumatic past flashed in her mind.
When Elana was ten, she was chosen to be a scientist for the Core and was put into schooling, forcing her to give up her previous dreams. Due to the sheltered life that came with her position, she did not even hear of the rebellion at Fortitude until she was fifteen, two years after it happened.
When she was seventeen, she began to question the ethics of the Core. At eighteen, she discovered the truth about the past and the Core's involvement in the wars that caused this chain of events. She began collecting information to use until she was twenty, when she finally broke free from the Core and joined the Abyss as a Falcon. Three years had since passed, and somehow the 23 year-old ended up in a scheme to destroy a valuable piece of machinery belonging to the Core. Bartending was her cover.
It had been years since she had even approached any of the Core's hideouts or headquarters, and the images of it were fixed deeply in her head. She shivered and winced as she closed her eyes. She breathed deeply and Elana proceeded with her work.
-----
"Damn, it's cold!" Alaia muttered. She knew she shouldn't be out this late, the Core might arrest her. After almost half an hour of her huddled walking, she got to the bar. She checked her thigh for her strapped gun, and found it there, as she would never leave home without a weapon these days, and entered the bar daintily. She saw 5 people: Elana, the bartender, and four men. "Typical, you can never find a woman patron in a bar these days," she thought to herself. She took a seat away from the guy at the bar. "Hey, Elana...can I have something...hot?"
Koren looked at the woman who just ordered a drink. "Alaia Kapallo...," he thought to himself.
He knew her name, but she didn't know his. That's how it always was with almost everyone in the Abyss. Came with the territory of being high up in a rebel group set on destroying the most valuable piece of machinery a dictating government has, he assumed. He was forced to remain undercover; people knew his name, but not his face. He only revealed himself to others only when it was absolutely necessary.
"What a shame," he thought, observing the lull the bar seemed to be in. "If they knew who I was I'd be the life of the party..." He smirked.
Koren looked to the woman bartending. He realized she must have been informed of who he is by the Abyss. After all, someone had to open the basement for him.
"Well, no need to introduce myself to her," he thought to himself, moving his glance over to Alaia. He cleared his throat and asked, "Aren't you a little bit young to be drinking?" He gave a grin.
The girl looked up. The girl's hair was black, along with her eyes. Everything about her face was flawless. The picture of beauty, as some would say. She couldn't have been older than 17, which made the situation at hand so much worse. She tilted her head to the side, giving a curious look at the man. She finally gave a smirk, before replying, "But you and I both know that's never going to happen, officer." She leaned her head backwards now, making noise that sounded like a half-laugh. Her head returned to its previous position. Her demeanor seemed to have lost all coyness, as she now had a grimace on her face that even the most deranged person would find disturbing. She said, "However, I will tell you a story..."
-----
In the distant future, after war devoured the majority of the planet, geographical reform caused every person to reside on one continent. Governmental figures of every remaining political system forged themselves into one magnificent power to find a solution. They named themselves the Core. Together, they helped restore the world to its former glory. And for a time, everything was peaceful.
However, the power of this new super government soon became corrupted. The Core began abusing the world's resources, then pollution from weaponry and machinery soon blotted out the sun and society was forced to rely on the Core for their energy purposes. Those who were once considered leaders of freedom were now cruel dictators. Most of the population was forced into slavery and the Core was now in absolute control of every aspect of life. The planet's fate was imminent.
Until one day, a small group of rebels used force to take control of a labor camp in a city called Fortitude. Soon, many of these small groups began emerging all over the world and formed an underground union known as the Abyss. A common goal was formed to disable the world's power, using a key generator in the capital city of Rajord. This would cause all of the Core's security to fail and would allow a massive raid to free as many people as possible.
Three concentrated headquarters, with multiple control centers, were established for the Abyss, putting the capital in the center of a mapped triangle. These factions were named Falcon, consisting of elites who ran background operations that were once a part of the Core, Hawk, a group consisting of brute muscle in great numbers, and Eagle, the senior group that was in charge of the rest.
However, the plan was leaked to the government by various double agents and now that they are aware, the Core could better prepare themselves for this rebellion.
Only time could tell the fate of the...
Factions of the Abyss
Chapter 1: The Bar
Chapter 1: The Bar
It was nightfall when Koren Jupiter slowly stepped down the empty streets of Brook, a small town quite known for its emptiness. He kept his hands in his pockets. The man had a thick head of navy blue hair and piercing blue eyes to match; his overall demeanor seemed icy. He was quite tall and built fairly muscular, but was still thin compared to other men his age.
Koren was accidentally involved in a rebellion at an imprisonment-city called Fortitude when he was 17. The world's government, known as the Core, had encampments all across the continent which kept people in slavery. The intial rebellion led to the creation of a group know as the Abyss, whose sole goal was to bring freedom to the world.
His closest friend, Caleb Moore, who was there as well, was deeply involved in the planning of the event and forced Koren to act with him. Caleb was killed during the struggle, leaving Koren to act alone as the new leader of the Abyss. Now 27, he had important business to attend to in the small town.
Koren stopped for a moment, examining a fork in the desolate street. He took the one to the right which led to a local pub, the Wallflower. He continued forward, when he heard something metal rattling in a dark alleyway to his left. He paused, trying to see what it was, but the alley was shaded by the endless-night's darkness. He turned and began to walk into it. He was in enough to see a dumpster, which continued to make the rattling noise.
He stood right in front of it, then quickly kicked it, causing a scared cat to jump out and flee. He smirked, turning around to back towards the pub, not expecting to see two officers of the Core, standing in front of him in black suits, wearing sun glasses. "Isn't it a little be dark to be wearing shades, boys?"
The two men looked at each other, then back to Koren. One began pulling out a pair of handcuffs, while the other pointed a gun at Koren and began to say, "Koren Jupiter, you are under arrest for the disruption of peace and attempting to harm high elites of the Core. You have no rights--"
"Easy boys," Koren interrupted, backing away, which only made the men more tense. "If you would just allow me to--" Koren quickly crouched to the ground, extending a leg out and sweeping it under the officer with the handcuffs, knocking him to the ground. Before the other had a chance to fully react, Koren stood back up and elbowed the officer in the face, which slammed his head into a brick wall, knocking him unconscious.
Koren pried the gun from his fingers, and walked over to the other officer and slammed it into his head, knocking him out as well. Koren picked up both of their limp bodies and tossed them in the dumpster, using the handcuffs that one of the officers had to keep the lid shut.
He smirked as he walked out of the alleyway, and back onto the street towards the bar.
-----
Meanwhile, Alaia Kapallo yawned as she turned onto her side. Her violently red hair was messily tied up in a bun, beginning to fall loose as her head hung down. She typically wore no makeup, mainly due to the fact that it was hard to come by in places like Brook, but still looked perfectly fine without it. Her pale green eyes were often offset by her looks.
An only child, Alaia grew up in basic poverty, all because of the government. Her father was a trained surgeon, prestigious, but because of his rebellious nature and his alliance with the Abyss, money was very short and the government was always suspicious of their family.
When Alaia was 15 she learned of his position in the Abyss and soon tried helping the rebellion, but her father discovered her intentions and quickly put a stop to it, not wanting her in danger.
When she turned 18, she tried joining the Falcons but she wasn't experienced enough. Determined, she learned martial arts, gunmanship, and swordplay for an entire year, without fail. Soon, she became of part of the Abyss with ease. At age 19, she was stationed at Brook.
As Alaia laid on the couch in her apartment's living room, she stared at a half-eaten bowl of cereal on the card/dining table that was dimly lit up by a light coming from the kitchen. Leaving chores undone always gnawed away at Alaia, causing her to feel quite restless. She groaned as she got up from her napping position and paced along the cold floor, quickly picking up the bowl and carrying it into the kitchen.
Inside the narrow half-room she emptied the bowl into the sink and turned on the water, letting the milk-soaked bits wash down the drain. She rinsed out the bowl and cleaned off the spoon, placing them both on a counter rack, signifying they were meant to be more properly cleaned at a later time.
She smiled at the sight. For some reason, Alaia always enjoyed cleaning dishes after she got up for the day; one of the few things she could leave unfinished until morning. She wasn't sure why, but it helped her become energized in the morning, along with a cup of coffee, of course.
Still, restlessness plagued her. She glanced at the clock which displayed a quarter until midnight. She bit her lower lip, wondering to herself, "Is it too late for me to go out? Hm...one cup of cocoa couldn't hurt." She grabbed her coat that was lying in a rocking chair and headed out the door, towards her favorite spot in the dreary city.
-----
Koren removed his hands from his pockets and blew in them to warm them up. He was now a few feet in front of the entrance to the Wallflower. He sighed before pushing the door open and entering the bar, which only had 4 people inside, including the bartender. He walked up to the bar and smiled at the woman serving. "Cold one, please."
Elana Vandersmith was the sole barkeep of the Wallflower. She was new to the position, but seemed to be naturally good at it. Her wavy brunette hair reached just past her shoulder blades and she had hazel colored eyes that went along with it. Her skin tone was pale; the most noticeable thing about her face was her petite nose. Although her looks were simple, she had an eloquence about her that often caused second glances from the opposite sex.
"Coming up," Elana replied standing behind the counter and pulling out a bottle of Sjrn, an alcoholic beverage that was similar to beer, but had a sharper taste. Taking off its top and sliding it over to Koren, the young woman raised her eyes to the man, and she offered him a nod and a quick smile before retracting it. She turned her back to him and continued her work as thoughts of her traumatic past flashed in her mind.
When Elana was ten, she was chosen to be a scientist for the Core and was put into schooling, forcing her to give up her previous dreams. Due to the sheltered life that came with her position, she did not even hear of the rebellion at Fortitude until she was fifteen, two years after it happened.
When she was seventeen, she began to question the ethics of the Core. At eighteen, she discovered the truth about the past and the Core's involvement in the wars that caused this chain of events. She began collecting information to use until she was twenty, when she finally broke free from the Core and joined the Abyss as a Falcon. Three years had since passed, and somehow the 23 year-old ended up in a scheme to destroy a valuable piece of machinery belonging to the Core. Bartending was her cover.
It had been years since she had even approached any of the Core's hideouts or headquarters, and the images of it were fixed deeply in her head. She shivered and winced as she closed her eyes. She breathed deeply and Elana proceeded with her work.
-----
"Damn, it's cold!" Alaia muttered. She knew she shouldn't be out this late, the Core might arrest her. After almost half an hour of her huddled walking, she got to the bar. She checked her thigh for her strapped gun, and found it there, as she would never leave home without a weapon these days, and entered the bar daintily. She saw 5 people: Elana, the bartender, and four men. "Typical, you can never find a woman patron in a bar these days," she thought to herself. She took a seat away from the guy at the bar. "Hey, Elana...can I have something...hot?"
Koren looked at the woman who just ordered a drink. "Alaia Kapallo...," he thought to himself.
He knew her name, but she didn't know his. That's how it always was with almost everyone in the Abyss. Came with the territory of being high up in a rebel group set on destroying the most valuable piece of machinery a dictating government has, he assumed. He was forced to remain undercover; people knew his name, but not his face. He only revealed himself to others only when it was absolutely necessary.
"What a shame," he thought, observing the lull the bar seemed to be in. "If they knew who I was I'd be the life of the party..." He smirked.
Koren looked to the woman bartending. He realized she must have been informed of who he is by the Abyss. After all, someone had to open the basement for him.
"Well, no need to introduce myself to her," he thought to himself, moving his glance over to Alaia. He cleared his throat and asked, "Aren't you a little bit young to be drinking?" He gave a grin.
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