Eternal walt: Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Shreds of mentality
After hours of flying through the vast emptiness named space, the passenger the wolf had brought on board finally reawakened. Her first thought was where she was, second was panic. As soon as panic set in there was no stopping her. She right then and there started to completely freak out, destroying vital medical equipment, not to mention expensive. In total she racked up of ten thousand Ghi, the interstellar currency of the time. In the helm a red light flash repeatedly, alerting the wolf as to the fact that there was a commotion going on. He spoke up in a dark voice as he asked aloud,
"A.c.e. status report," Artificial. Cybernetic. Entity. or A.c.e. for short was the ships computer system. It was installed on ships who's owners could afford it. And luckily this wolf had been able to afford such things, as being in military service of Iszan X paid quite well.
"There is a disturbance in the medical bay Captain. Do you wish for me to seal the doors?" The computer system said in response, through one of the many small speaks installed within the ship.
"No, I'll go deal with it myself. Do me a favor and set the ship to auto land as we approach Iszan would ya, we'll be approaching the outer layer of the atmosphere within a matter of ten minutes." The wolf replied, he cursed the female fox he had saved. She was causing a dilemma down in the medical center, he thought to himself that if she had broken any of the stuff in there he'd kill her. Sure enough, as he rounded the last corner and stepped into the medical bay he saw all of the trashed medical equipment. His eyes widened as he saw all the destruction the women had caused. It would cost him a whole two weeks pay to buy all the equipment again. Just as he stepped in further to see the full extent of the damage, he was blindsided. The women stood atop the medical counter holding a stool in her hands. She smacked it against the back of his head sending him flying forwards, grasping the back of his head. He fell to the floor and landed face first, as he flipped himself over, the fox jumped atop of him and squatted above his chest.
"Who are you and what have you done with me?" The fox asked, her voice still raspy from the lack of vocal healing. Her pupils were still dilated, while her eyes shuddered within their sockets. Apparently she had some cranial trauma as well.
"I am Captain Johnathon D. Vedra, but my squad mates and friends all call me Grim. As for what has transpired in accordance with you... I came across your minutes from exploding ship and got your ass out of their before you became nothing but an asteroid obstacle." John said softly in his dark tone, his voice seeming to be soothing to the fox, for she raised herself up from atop him. She walked back over to the table and sat upon it, waiting for him to get up.
"So Miss... whatever your name is, What were you doing in mid-space. Shouldn't you be stationed at one of the inner colonies?" John slowly got up from his spot on the floor, dusting off his cloak making sure none of it was stained. The fox could not help but see the blade that sat attached to his right hip, but kept herself patient until she could ask or refer to it in anyway. Instead she looked back up at him and smiled, giving him a reply.
"I-I am... am Sasha Romanov. I was on my way to the Rider HQ on Maximums Omega, when I was intercepted by... god knows what, that was when I blacked out." The fox spoke in a softer tone then Johns, her whole demeanor was more subtle then his.
"You say your name is Sasha right? Isn't that..." before he could even finish his comment Sasha butted in, to complete it for him.
"Yeah I know, it sounds a lot like names of old Russian videos. The ones left by the original inhibitors of Earth, now Maximums Omega. Well that's because it is a name of old Russia, my parents were devote follows of the Cronalt rider order back on "Earth". My father was a rider himself, one of the one that actually rode a Cronalt." The fox stated, though she had no accent due to the fact that she was only given the Russian name.
First off, we have yet to describe the fox in any detail, so lets get to that shall we. The fox stood just a little shorter then Johnathon, and instead of white hair she had jet black silky smooth hair. The traditional coloured fox fur with the same markings on the muzzle. Covering her body was a one-piece dark blue flight suit, with black shoulder guards gracing her shoulders. From her hips and shoulders dangled what looked to be a more modernized version of battle armour, stuff that knights of old used. It was grey in colour and looked to have been brand new in style, design and use. Upon her feet were the traditional heavy flight boots, covered in tech, they were made to autosense atmospheric gravity changes and cope with them accordingly. Resting on her hands were dark blue heavy flight gauntlets (covered in tech as well), used primarily to increase the power of full frontal hand-to-hand assault. Now back to the tale at hand.
John looked confused for a second, but quickly wiped away the face of it. He looked her up and down, almost as if trying to determine something just be her appearance.
"Wait, if your father was a true rider that would either make you older, way older than you appear... or that your father was..." Again Sasha butted in and completed his comment for him.
"He was not a fox like my mother. I inherited my looks and everything physical from my mother, while gaining the complex intellectualism from my father. He was a Gyna if you must know, so yeah, he was way older then my mom, by like a couple Celnic's." With her comment, John looked a little shocked. Most Gyna's had been wiped out during the astral plague of 335 DB.
Well Gyna's were and still are a race of purely intellectual beings, those of them whom still exist today. Their skin was a bluish gray in colour, and silver spikes breaking forth in many different patterns. Never were two Gyna's alike, like a snowflake they were all unique. Their sculls had medium-sized plates on the forehead known as Helmas, where the modern word of Helm meaning Helmet or cockpit, had derived from. They had resembled the creatures spoken of in old Earthian, or human text known as Dranei, but more alienish. They had most of the traits except for the tails. Those's were actually part of the armour used for communicating. As for the word Celnic's, it means century, but more modernized.
"Your... Your father was a Gyna. Well that explains the fact that he was a rider. Does that mean you know the legend of the location of that wormhole?" Without even thinking, John had asked the one thing that usually got most people whom asked killed. Luckily for him this rider was understanding, and that he had something that she needed to know about.
"Yeah, what of it? I know the exact location, but that is one thing that will never escape my lips. But..." The fox quickly retorted, but at the end quickly turned the question on him.
"But? But what?" He asked in his dark tone. Knowing he might not get any answer at all, but thought it was worth a try. The fox looked at Johns hip and back at his face, her eyes went back and forth between the two for moments before he was able to follow where she was looking to.
"Oh... the blade. Sorry, I'll go put it away, didn't mean for it to intimidate you." He slowly turned around and walked out of the medical center. She tried reaching out to him, but missed my centimeters. She just sighed as he left the room; instead of dwelling on the situation, Sasha spun around and looked out the window, watching as they entered the atmosphere to a planet that looked quite familiar. It took her a few minutes before it clued in that the planet was Iszan X. She sighed again, thinking to herself that this person named John may be very important... May like they were have met. Being raised by a Gyna she learned to respect the fact the destiny is prewritten, and that whenever something happens, its for a reason.
Meanwhile...
As john walked from the med bay and to his cabin, he could not stop shuffling the newly learned things about his head. It was almost like it had heard all of it before in some strange past life. He quickly passed it off as him going completely insane. The fact that he had a rider onboard his ship was stressing enough, but knowing that she also may have another panic attack at anytime frightened him so very so. As he entered his cabin deck, he felt the ship rumble as it was coming to a halt. He knew it was in the middle of the docking process.
He walked over to the window to the left side of the room and stared out at the many troops that marched around a rather gigantic military style base. A flag flew high in the sky, it was a metallic black with a bright blood red pentagon in the direct center. Within the middle of the pentagon was a bright blood red dot. The exact same symbol sat upon the wolfs tail, in-between the twin thin red lines, the Pagan or Celtic symbol in origin was not only upon the flag that sat in the middle of the military base, but it also sat upon the Black wolves tail. Things could not be anymore stranger... Or could they?
"Welcome back, Grim..."
To be continued...