Champion Of Jakli
Chapter 5
Champion of Jakli
Dairy Log #1: "My name is Morrigan Carsus. My birth drove the entirety of all science as my father was a Dragon, and my mother was a Human. I was born on 3430 A.D on a planet known as Ragrinok, the Dragon Home world. I was part Dragon, part Human, I had free will to change my appearance back and forth between the to races as I pleased. While being born from different races, i was also born with special abilities known as Illusion. I get this from my great grandmother, Lyss. My father insisted I go through training at the Citadel of Illusion. So I did, I took 10 years of training at the Citadel to use my powers wisely.
Illusion was a dangerous magic. Its said to corrupt the individual, much like how Necromancy works. This often left the individual grow into insanity and go onto a murdering spree, afterwords committing suicide. The Citadel of Illusion trains those with the power of Illusion coursing through their veins, to prevent the darkness from setting in.
I graduated at age 21, from here I was giving the option to end my aging process. There wasn't much of an option as one gave you endless life, and one didn't. This serum allowed me to live indefinitely, while not aging. I would continue to look my 21 year old self for the end of days. However it comes with a great cost, if the serum is not taken every year at the same time. Time will kill you in a matter of seconds. So once you take it, you cant get off of it.
On the 12th of October I retreated to Earth to see my mother, the threat to Ragrinok became increasingly high and my Great Grandmother insisted I go. I landed in London, my mothers home city. The city has now expanded largely over all over England spanning from the English coast to the far tips of the old border between England and Scotland. Much of Earth has changed from what I read about in history books during the "Modern Age" of Earth. The old United States, China, and Russia went to war back in 2405 A.D which shifted the entire planet. Now Earth is all one nation, not multiple. They call themselves the Empire of Leviathan. When the nations joined they all began a new religion. It was slow coming but the people converted to the Levis. I don't know much about the religion but it drives the faction forward none the less.
I finally met up with my mother in Downtown London, I had no idea where I was, but my mother knew every street and every corner of this city. So we went shopping, I used some of my funds I got from an account Lyss gave me. I bought cool armor, weapons, nice clothes, and even jewelry, I couldn't help myself and got some piercings and a matching tattoo with my mother done. It was an right arm tattoo, Gothic piece that represented perseverance. She told me this would keep us going even when times go bad. Little did I know, it was an old tattoo my father got done on his right arm as well. I believe she was fearing the worst when she heard about Imaryu falling, and didn't expect to see my father again. I wore it with pride, expecting to never see him either.
It wasn't till I was ready to leave Earth and head back to Ragrinok to go see Auntie and Grandpa that I was stopped by the screaming of someone. I ran to go check it out. it was just some low level thugs trying to get some quick coin from an elderly lady. I stepped in.."
"Really guys? On this poor older lady? What are you children?" I said to them. "Oh, well well well boys, lookie what we got here. A lost sexy bitch. Tell me cutie, do you spit or swallow?" The first thug said as he licked his lips at me. I smirked, "Ha, your not my type but, I spit." I spat at his face. He turned ugly quick and threw his hand at me, trying to grab my throat. "Why you little cunt.." he said harshly. I grabbed his wrist and bent his arm backwards and up, forcing him to kneel down. He screamed in agony. "I'm a little what? State it again prick, I dare you." I replied. "I'm going to cut your throat you fucking bitch." He screamed at me. I shook my head and bent his forearm, snapping his arm. Soon enough his goons came to back him up. I let him go and meditated for a moment, summoning a clone of me. This blew the minds of the last 3. I then summoned another. Now with 3 of me, they began to get confused. My clones mimicked every move I made, as I cracked my knuckles. "You all going to just stand there? or do you want to see what its like when I get impatient?" My clones and I stated as both me and the clones pulled out one of the swords I bought. They charged full at me, pulling out their own little knives and brass knuckles. I smiled and teleported at them, immediately driving my sword into the first thug catching him by surprised, he had no chance. As I stabbed this one, the one on my right smacked my clone and it disappeared, this confused him. I took this chance to take my sword out from this thug, and leap at the other confused one. I punched him in the face and knocked him to the ground. Just as I was going to stab him, the last thug came up behind me and triedto grab me. "Your tricked wont work on me witch." he stated. "Witch? What is this the 12th century?" I replied and turned around and trading places with my other clone, this let me get behind the thug. I immediately stabbed him through the back. Pushing him to the ground and off my sword, I walked over to the other thug laying ont he ground, completely horrified, almost as if he was going to wet himself. "You want to pick on someone, try picking on someone who can fight back. Its much more fun. Now get out of here before you meet the same fate as your friends." I stated, pointing down the street. He got up and ran faster then I believe he ever did in his life. I brushed myself off and sheathed my sword, my clone shattered and disappeared. I walked over to the lady. "You are safe now, they will not hurt you anymore." I said to her. She nodded and bowed to me. "Thank you young lady, might I get your name?" she asked. I thought for a moment, deciding to keep my real name away I replied. "I am the, Champion of Jakli, that's all you need to know. Now please, go relax at home." I said. She nodded saying thanks for the second time and went on her way. Diary Log #2: "My first fight was, amazing. I couldn't stop smiling. So I decided that, one fight wasn't enough, I went on a spree of helping people around London, soon enough I started to make headlines. "Champion of Jakli, the Savior Of London." Little over-needed, but I felt like I was changing London for the even better. My mother would soon realize I was still in London through the media, she hunted me down. Asked why I was still here, and why I was fighting people. I simply stated, because I need too. Nothing else was much said that night, she just nodded and let me continue. I wouldn't however stay in London forever, soon enough I started taking my Justice around the Sol system, to branching out to the other systems with-in the Milky Way Galaxy.
They can try to stop me, but I am, unstoppable.
I will show them all the luxury of being a criminal.."
Dairy Log #3: "It wouldn't be long until I came to the harsh reality that this criminal chaos wasn't going to end. People, from all races brought the chaos making it impossible to make a true impact against criminals. I had to do something else, maybe drastic, but my times fighting alone have to come to an end. I began to rally fighters, not just any old fighters, but mercenaries, in a sense. They had the same visions I had which gained me great allies. They came from all different races, Dragon, Human, and even a couple Protaph. I went around the Milky Way recruiting those willing to make a difference outside the law, which none of those laws protected anyone from anything. We did our work for the people, so we didn't gain any income, but it didn't matter to us. We were purging the chaos with our brute strength. That's all that matters..
Diary Log #4: "The Empire of Leviathan began to interfere with our work. It was going to happen eventually, being in Leviathan territory. Plus it didn't help that we took one of their Zealth battle cruisers from a captain who overused his power of authority. He took from citizens, so we took his ship, and his life. My army grew to large numbers to be able to man the cruiser fit for 567 crew members and even have 356 soldiers ready to man the fighters and shuttles in the hanger. They elected me captain as I was the one that created this army. I named our ship the Sorrows Embrace and our group became the Illusionists Uprising. Using my powers we were able to elude the Leviathan fleets right under their noses and continue our campaign. They were so blind sided, it was so easy to manipulate the minds of the fleets, almost to easy."
Dairy Log #5: Our campaign took us to the icy wasteland planet of Lushuna on Janurary 7th, 3457 A.D. The Corrupted Bandits called this planet home and where their major base of operations was located. The corrupted bandits were guilty of murdering thousands on nearby populated worlds, along with pirating trade routes forcing some populated areas to go uninhabited. Arriving with our battle cruiser we pushed past their defense cannons and landed in their base. Using swift action we took the base with little effort and no casualties only a few wounded. I ordered my men to split into platoons and scout for the other bandit bases along with looking for supplies and any other necessary things. What i got back is a captured Protaph. He was only slightly older then me, roughly around 29 in human years. When I asked who he was he told me his name, "Zy Darthar." He was an old Protaphian War General, however he was captured by the bandits and transported all the way here into the Milky Way Galaxy where the Protaphian government couldn't reach him. I thought he was kidding at first, how does a General get captured by thugs? He told me the story behind his capture. I believed him after that and gave him an offer to join my crew. Seeing he didn't have his General title anymore, he accepted. Because he was a war strategist i found it wise to make him First Mate. Zy knew a lot about leadership and commanding and proved that to me in the next few months he had the position. My army seems to respect him, and so do I.
Dairy Log #6: I'm starting to see visions in my head. Death, of my whole army, a complete massacre in each vision. What does this mean? It cant mean anything bad... maybe its just a nightmare and I'm focusing to much on failure.. I cant focus on this. My crew rests in my hands, and I'll be damned if they get massacred like my visions.