Chapter 2: Planet Wilderan
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! echoed in her, once, quiet private quarters. The alarm clock sounded like an irritating screech that tried to pierce her ears and make them bleed. Not only that, but for a second she was almost sure that her brother had made this blasted thing just to piss her off. However, she knew better and had to get up. She groaned beneath her silk like black sheets. Lazily, she raised her left arm and points her hand evilly towards the obnoxious circular buzzing red alarm.
With an almost demonic crack of her hand, the buzzer was suddenly assaulted by an unnatural swirl of wind and then exploded into thousands of tiny pieces of red glass and machinery. Through half lidded barely conscious eyes, she blankly stared at the scattered pieces of debris on the floor. Her eyes had a slight blue glow within them, admiring her handy work she weakly smirked at the now silent hole above her double doors.
She jumped out of bed, almost launching herself. She performed a tuck in front flip, landing soundlessly on the balls of her feet. She stood there in her black and blue lace bra with matching panties. As she stretched and cracked the rest of her bones, the woman’s lips turned down into a frown before saying to no one in particular:
“Why did that brat brother of mine wake me up?, It hasn’t even been half of a full cycle yet….” She walked towards a cylinder like structure on the far right side of her now messy bed. It stood at about 10 feet tall and three feet across with a sword and shield symbol that pierced an O in the center of the structure. The women waved her hand across it and suddenly it opened up. The doors slided into the structure and the upper half curled up into this strange machine like structure.
She stepped in, yawning, trying to wake herself from her annoyingly brief sleep. The doors snapped shut almost at an alarmingly fast speed. Mere seconds later, there was a loud snap and light had been seen through the cracks. As the door opened, the steam bellows out as she stepped out. With slightly damp hair, she was dressed in her full on uniform: a plain sleeveless black shirt with light metal mesh sown within and extending out to the neck and from her shoulders to her wrist.
Around her waist, a belt with small pockets held up her baggy, white pants. Her long, white robe with three black lines went down her shoulders horizontally. A solid black line went vertical at the ends of the sleeves and at the bottom of her robe. Near the center of these robes lied a circular symbol with two arms crossing each other clad in the same metal mesh around the arms and wrist.
The now fully awoken woman dashed past her double doors, turned left, and ran down the long hall with blinding speed. As if mocking the great halls artificial gravity, she ran across the side of the wall and curves around the ceiling before touching back down to the ground near a large metal door that swings open after sensing her presence. She stepped into a circular enclosed space with two chairs at the center and a large control panel around it.
Above that a specialized type of glass pain. All she could see was the vastness of space and faraway stars zipping by. Gods, she hated space travel. This fact perplexed her brother and slightly pissed him off. He wondered why She was so good at piloting the Space Wing Fighters yet hated them. To him, it was like someone who’s afraid of water but at the same time a fucking expert swimmer.
She raised an eyebrow in slight irritation as she waited for the chair on the far right to turn and acknowledge her presence. Instead, an evil grin slowly stretched across her face. She cleared her throat and said,
“The mission alarm broke again.” As if on cue, a feminine mechanical voice announced,
“AUTOPILOT ENGAGED”. Suddenly, the chair turned with a mechanized hiss. The pilot eyed the woman in front of him. She could see his eyebrow twitched in annoyance. His hands were lightly digging into the arm rests. He fiercely tapped his right index finger.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! How did it break, Nizaraa?!” he scolded.
“Must’ve been faulty wiring,” she stated lazily as she scratched her head.
“BULL SHIT!! I'm the head of the Order’s Science Development and Exploration Corps. I designed battlecruisers and star ships that will outlast their damn pilots! And you have the balls to tell me... that little tiny light has broken for the three hundred and eighty seventh time... from faulty wiring?” he roared. His sister was drawing his patience.
“Wow… really? You were counting?” She retorted as a smirk spread across her face. The young looking man started to spout out incoherent muttering about Vanguards. She ate up every second of his anger. Pleased that he was as mad as she was, but soon stopped him for there were more pressing matters at hand.
“Hey Leezaar. What's this assignment?” In a bit of a shock, he stopped talking and looked off to the side. Nizaraa has been with her brother long enough to know that he was trying to figure out how to articulate what needed to be said. This caused her eyes to narrow, which only meant that she was really not going to like what her little brother was going to tell her at all. She could only brace herself for whatever he was about to say.
“This one comes from High Command.” her brother informed, not turning to look at her. Her eyebrows furrowed, she asked:
“Wait, from lord-”
“Yes, it's from the master.” He answered quickly. He squeezed his left hand into a tight fist. Nizaraa was hot headed at times, but Leezaar also knew she was as sharp as they come. She could catch on quick. Unfortunately, it only made it that much harder for him.
“So, that means he doesn’t want me to send one of my subordinates…. Must be serious then.” She pondered, leaning against the wall. Her arms crossed in front of her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. He turned his chair to look her.
“Yeah... Central Command has found it. His energy signature has resurfaced to the living.” He stated, grimly. From this new information, her eyes widened and the pain she held deep within for many years gushed forth all at once. It was like someone was stabbing her heart. Being the type of woman that didn’t like weakness, she kept her composure as best as she could. Keeping her treacherous tears back, she looked at her now worried brother thinking damn him for knowing me so well. Hesitantly, she questioned:
“How..? That can't be. I haven’t--”
“I know, Niz, but it's him. He's back in a new form, and HE wants you to go get him.” he pointed out, bitterly. She couldn’t refuse the master and knew he was wise beyond all. But, why her? She had many qualified subordinates who could have just as easily taken on this retrieval mission. Despite the situation, she knew that their master must have had a good reason for it. Why me? was all she thought. Acting as the top notch fighter that she was, she shut down her feelings for the assignment at hand.
“So, what planet will we find this boy on?”she asked, monotone. Leezaar walked to his hollow screen and pulled up a three dimensional holographic map of nearby galaxies. As he flicked around looking for the right galaxy he touched one and the map zoomed in
“Here, in the Rogonias galaxy.” he stated, touching it again to zoom in further. “The Solestreum solar system.” She looked around the map.
“What planet?” she asked. He zoomed in one last time to one world. He responded with
“Planet Wilderan.”
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