The Fall of Olympia-CHP 1
My first story
The Fall of Olympia
Olympia... a strong nation of economy and military. It was the first nation to be founded on Mars, after colonization and terraforming took place. This Mars is not like the Mars we know today. While its terrain is similar, its Atmosphere contains plenty of oxygen and a few valleys have taken the form of lakes surround by pine forest. The great nation of Olympia en-traces the entire planet, with most of its cities located near Olympus Mons and the other 2 large mountains nearby. It is here there is the most volcanic activity, allowed easier access of water and heat. Few other smaller settlements lie around the planet in large caves and craters.
Vol'sk, a resident of Olpympia, lives in a larger settlement know as Condonia, located a quarter ways across the planet from Olympus Mons. He was born and raised in the little mining town, he too being little. Vol'sk was a wolf with red rust fur and dark brown messed up hair. He stood 5'6 feet tall at the age of 17 and was a skinny guy, even after years of mining. He did not socialize much especially since his parents were dead and he lived alone in a small iron shack.
It was 4:30 AM martian time. Back on Earth it was about noon. 4:30 was the normal time Vol'sk woke up from a sleeping bag on the floor, the time burned into his mind so he need no alarm. At about 4:25 is when the wolf awoke with groggy eyes which he covered from a nearby faint lightbulb. Hoarse groans escaped his chest as he sat up and looked up at a window with metal shades naturally built in. It was dark as usual with Deimos, one of Mars' asteroid moons, just barely visible through the small spaced shades. Vol'sk pushed his sleeping bag off, wrapping his arms across his chest due to the chilly 10 degree air. There were no heating units in his shack or in any others in just about the entire town. With 30 minutes until work, the wolf stood up and walked 10 feet to his tini kitchen to prepare martian grown coffee. Like everything else on Mars, the coffee grounds had a reddish tint that slightly reflected off of the dirty white inside of the coffee maker. The warm liquid took about 10 minutes to actually make, in which this time Vol'sk would ready his thing by the door: A pickaxe, water bottle, a poor first aid kit, and a worn out flash light. None of these things had the appearance like they were from Earth. The pick was made of what was once a very shiny material, now covered in bits of rust and scratch marks. The water bottle was practically an armored can that held a gallon of fluid. His First aid kit was missing essential things like sowing equipment and antibacterial fluid, but was armed with a tetanus shot and bandages. Many martians were actually immune to tetanus and Vol'sk wasn't quite sure he was one of them, so you could never be too careful. Finally, the flashlight was a very dim one, only bright enough to barely reflect off of any precious substances such as unrusted iron and diamond. As Vol'sk was assembling his things, his glitchy coffee maker had finished and continued to make coffee, overflowing the pot and running on the counter and down to the floor. The wolf rushed for it, jerking out the coffee pot and pressing 'off' repeatedly as he set down the pot, some more spilling out. It took a few seconds for the machine to shut off, in which Vol'sk gave an angry sigh and looked at his ruined coffee. 'Don't waste anything...', he thought as he poured some of the bland stuff into a shabby portable mug. Steam rose out of a small hole as it was closed and tightened. Vol'sk looked at the clock. It was now 4:49, with work starting at 5:15. The wolf decided he would take an early start, loading up his backpack and putting it on as he walked out of the thin iron plate door. The -20 degree air hit him, sending only moderate chills up his body. It was pretty fine weather since the average morning was about -30. As Vol'sk walked outside, armed guards stood at every corner of the dirt roads with some patrolling various stores. The mineshaft was about a mile away, a mile that Vol'sk was terrified to walk every morning. He kept to himself, his ears constantly bent back as he kept completely to himself. Sometimes violence would erupt, usually a small fight or complication with the guards. Today was one of those days when someone did something the was sometimes unexplainable. As he walked down the street, Vol'sk quickly turned his attention to a fellow wolf being pinned down to the ground by a blue drake guard. The wolf was a heavy set man, his gut protruding quite a ways and squishing on the ground as he was pressed against it.
"I saw that look you gave me!", said the drake in a angry, but unserious yell.
"I don't know what you mean! I was just on my way to work!", pleaded the dark wolf.
"That look in your eye... it looked like rebellion to me..." The armored drake pulled out a large laser pistol, aiming it down at the wolf's head and silencing him before he could even get a word out. Vol'sk had been standing there watching with a dim horror since something like this happened at least twice a week. 'Shame... he was quite a jolly man.', thought Vol'sk. His already scared face turned to one of pure fear once the blue drake turned his head and looked him in the eye, raising his pistol and re-holstering it at his side. "Don't tell me we have another one...", he said and got up from his kneeled position making his way for Vol'sk. Vol'sk jumped and quickly set back on his way, a pink blur at the corner of his eye. 'Oh no! Her!', he thought as he kept walking, only to be stopped by a swift kick on the back that sent him face first onto the ground. His things spilled everywhere in front of his rust covered face that was quickly lifted by the hand of his enemy. Vol'sl let out a whimper cry as his head was pulled back to look upside down into the guards eyes. "You're pathetic, you know that? I know who you are... and I know you know me. But what I don't know is why you are even alive. You can hardly work and can't fight... what use are you?" Very slowly, he removed his pistol and aimed it at the red wolf's head. "Bye b-" The drake was silence like Vol'sk with a hard kick to the back and a feminine yell. Vol'sk covered his face as someone jumped over him and struggled with the guard, multiple laser round being heard until the ruckus stopped. Vol'sk stayed cowering, knowing more guards were on they're way. It was quite lucky that there weren't any around already. With a quick grab and jerking motion of the shoulder, Vol'sk suddenly found himself in a narrow alley, the open street on one end and a rugged rock wall on the other. He looked down slightly to see a pink furred arm wrapped around his shaking body. He knew who it was, it was a female wolf about his age that he admired from afar since he was a pup. He dared not look at her due to his shy nature and instead kept his head face forward as something was whispered into his ear. "Stay quiet", said the voice as a second hand covered his whimpering muzzle. Although the circumstances were quite bad, Vol'sk couldn't help but admire the semi sweet smell and warmth of the gentle hand that pressed his mouth. While he was entranced by her touch, guards carrying rifles stormed past the alley and surveyed the area, searching other alleys. It was a good thing the one the two 'criminals' his in was dark, and they were behind some scrap metal out of sight.