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The year is 2150. Mankind’s avaricious nature
has helped them expand far into the void we call space. Their star-system has
been divided into various rival factions. These factions competed for economic
dominance. Peace was at hand, despite occasional business feuds. However, when
a valuable discovery is exposed, peace is abandoned. Tensions fly, paranoia is
everywhere, and all hell breaks loose.
Total strife occurs in space.
"Beginning landing sequence,
captain," said Private Walker as he eased the ship down to the surface of
the chaste planet.
"Proceed," replied Captain Spencer as
he surveyed the reddish planet. He was wearing the standard Quartz Federation
uniform—a dark-blue suit with his initials and rank at the left breast.
"Everything looks clear. Just the way we
Spencer and his crew were aboard the Quartz
Federation Colony Pod. The colony pod was a large, silver ship capable of
supporting life for a lengthy period until a base was functioning. The colony
pod was equipped with 2 pulse cannons, turbo boosters, an advanced life system
to support up to 500 people, and held the materials of creating a temporary
His crew was on a colonizing expedition. The
reddish planet currently called QF-3, was recently found unclaimed and capable
of supporting life. After five days from the East QF Docking Station, they
arrived safely onto the untouched planet. The ship landed softly and
immediately the docking-doors were opened. Capt. Spencer and five of his
crewmembers stepped out.
Spencer took a deep breath. This new air
smelled clean and cool. He could see far into the distance an abundance of
mountains and lush forests. There were several lakes nearby but no sign of
animal life anywhere. The ground was red with hints of green plants dispelled
all over. The sky was very clear and a gentle, a mild breeze could be felt.
Bright stars were seen contrasting against the dark heavens.
"Alright crew, let’s get to work!"
cried Spencer. The pilots inside the pod opened a large hatch revealing a
storage compartment. The tools and materials were distributed and each
crewmember went diligently to work. They had to build a temporary command
center until more materials were transported.
After an hour of their work, a slight hum was
heard in the background. The crew stood up and felt uneasy as the disturbing
"What the hell is that sound?"
exclaimed Private Kelly. She examined the skies but found no answer.
"Pilot!" Kelly said into her comlink. "What’s that hum we
The hum became louder.
"I don’t know!" replied Walker.
"I’ll search for it with the ship side-cam." He guided the camera
to the origin of the sound. He didn’t see anything.
The hum became even more louder than before.
He revolved the camera once more and soon he
and the crew had discovered their answer. Burst lasers ripped through the
cannons of Wolverines sending panic into the crewmembers. The Wolverines were
fast, agile fighters. They were capable of extremely high speeds with
excellent nimbleness and were feared for their powerful burst lasers.
"Everybody, retreat to the ship!"
cried Kelly just as she witnessed one of her crewmembers being blown to bits.
The crewmembers made a mad dash toward the safety of their ship. It was so far
The Wolverines were very fast and swooped down
for another assault. Blood-curling screams were heard as the crewmembers were
quickly cut down.
The colony pod was already ignited and
desperately waiting for the rest of the fleeing members. Four more were
quickly butchered into bloody chunks. Only two more men remained. They ran as
fast as they could only to be wasted by laser fire.
"Get us outta here Walker!" bellowed
Spencer desperately trying to save the rest of the crewmembers’ lives.
Walker blasted the engines. The colony pod ascended quickly and made a
frenzied getaway. The Wolverines however, viciously pursued them. They chased
the defenseless Quartz Federation ship, arduously trying to knock it out of
the heavens. Walker was an excellent pilot and was able to weave in and out of
the line of fire.
"C’mon baby," Walker whispered to
the ship as he calmly maneuvered it. "Just a few more seconds and the
boosters will activate!"
"Get us outta he--"
Spencer never finished his words. The turbo
boosters activated just as the ship was instantly struck and blown to a
thousand burning shards.
"Queen Zeela! I have news about the recent
colonization mission!" said Chancellor Terry Lowin as he trotted into the
Royal Hall. The Royal Hall was a large, circular room. At the walls of the
room were portraits of past, great leaders of the Quartz Federation. In the
center, Queen Zeela was sitting in her throne in an exquisite red robe. Her
auburn hair was tied up where her golden crown fitted snuggly. Her face was
pale from make-up, which contrasted her red lips. By her side were her two
trusty handmaidens who tirelessly assisted and guarded her. Queen Zeela
"I’d like to hear it, Chancellor."
"Yes your majesty. I have terrible news to
bear however." He paused and looked at the queen. Her calm visage was
replaced with nervousness and worry. "Although not one of the crewmembers
returned, I received this message just a few minutes ago in my office."
"What is it?"
"I think its video footage. I haven’t
seen it yet."
Queen Zeela spoke again in a calm fashion,
"I’d like to see it."
"As you wish." He took from his
pocket a small disk. He inserted into the Royal Hall’s computer. He pressed
a few buttons and a screen appeared with the footage in action.
The screen showed a black background speckled
with spots, outer space. The camera shooting the video then revolved as it
caught sight of 10 Wolverines progressing quickly towards the screen. Flashes
of light were unleashed and screams and the yelling of orders were heard. The
camera focused on one of the Wolverines. The familiar red Seventh Reich
insignia was seen on hull. The camera lost sight of the Wolverine. Only sounds
were heard. Thundering explosions and screams were perceived. Then the camera
shook violently as the ship prepared to take flight. The image moved and stars
were seen flitting by. Laser beams ripped through the sides of the image,
rocking the whole footage. Then the ship jarred intensly as the image was
Queen Zeela stopped the video aghast at what
she just saw. She had to take action. She was a newly elected leader and had
to take the initiative to seem commanding.
"That…that was appalling!" said
Zeela. The queen’s handmaidens and Chancellor Lowin were speechless.
"Contact President Grussheur of the Seventh Reich now! I shall speak to
him about this matter."
"As you wish your majesty."
Lowin activated the interlink. He punched in a
few codes and a large screen appeared in front of the throne. President
Grussheur IV soon appeared on the screen. He was wearing a black and red
Seventh Reich military outfit with a nineteenth century sword hanging from the
side of his waist. At a diagonal across his chest, Grussheur wore a shoulder
banner which said: "The Glorious Seventh Reich". It was also
noticeable that his old age was grasping him, he was balding at a considerate
rate. He had a disgruntled look on his face as he smoked his cigar. He
answered with a bellow.
"Who is it?!"
"It is I, Queen Zeela of the Quartz
"Oh, Queen Zeela! It’s a pleasure to see
you." Grussheur responded with a smile.
"I’m afraid I cannot say the same
about you, President Grussheur. I have evidence that your fighters
attacked our defenseless colony pod. Is this true, President Grussheur?"
"What are you talking about?"
Grussheur sharply responded. Queen Zeela then played the video, showing scenes
of the Seventh Reich insignia and burst lasers ripping out of the Wolverines.
"That’s what I’m talking about,
President. Now explain yourself!"
"That…tha…that was my planet! Your
colony pod trespassed our borders! We had to exterminate it after you
disregarded our many warnings!"
"There’s no proof in your slander! You
"I…I don’t have time for this Zeela!"
"An intrusion can easily be
prevented with more peaceful means. Instead, you attacked our ship and killed
all of our crewmembers aboard! I demand one million galaxy credits as
"Never! Your retribution is too high and
you had no right to be on that planet!"
"We did not see your faction flag.
However, I shall drop this matter in hopes of keeping peace. One more
interference in our matters though, I will not be responsible for the
repercussions on you and your faction. Queen Zeela out."
The interlink disconnected and the screen
"I recently saw the chancellors’ car and
instead of saying ‘Protected by Electro-Guard’, it said ‘Protected by
Election Card!" sniggered Nathe. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen.
Have a good afternoon!" He left the stage as scattered applause was
heard. Nathe Hammer was a comedian. Not a very talented one, but a job-worthy
comedian nonetheless. He had black hair and was well-built. He left ‘Houd’s
Nest’, the comedy club, and found his friend, Tom Larkin, waiting outside.
They started walking home.
"Election card?! Where do you find this
"Yeah, I need new stuff for my gigs. So,
how’s life in the teaching business?"
"It’s swell," replied Larkin.
Larkin was a self-defense instructor. He was a strapping, young fellow with
short, brown hair. He also had a smile that would light up a roomful of
"Hey Tom! Look at this speeder!"
exclaimed Nathe pointing to a beautiful, red car. Cars in this day and age
were wheel-less. Anti-gravity sensors were attached at the base of every car.
This device allowed cars to hover facilely in the air. Traffic was now
distributed in three-dimensions. An intersection no longer included cars on
the ground, but in the air as well. Accidents did not frequently occur
however, Locomotion Sensors were attached to the sides of the cars for extra
safety. Any object that came within a few feet of the car at a threshold speed
would instantly the stop the car.
"Wow." replied Tom. He was speechless
and astounded by the allurement of the car. He went for a closer look. He read
the sticker that identified the owner of the car. "It says that it
belongs to Houd!"
"Houd? The owner of ‘Houd’s Nest’?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Damn! I never knew he was rich! I should
ask for a raise."
They both left and reached their home in a
short while. Nathe entered their entrance password and the door opened. They
walked in and immediately plopped themselves on the couch. The television was
turned on where an important news broadcast was ensuing.
"Yesterday morning upon landing QF-3, a
Colony Pod sent by Queen Zeela, was destroyed by a Seveth Reich attack.
Evidence confirms that 10 Wolverines were employed during the assault.
Unfortunately, all members of the Colony Pod were extinguished. With more
information, here’s our newly-elected Queen Zeela at the Royal Palace from
last night’s conference.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. This
morning, our Colony Pod en route to QF-3 was attacked and destroyed. I
apologize for this unfortunate disaster. There will be a funeral procession…"
"Whoa." said Tom, staring intently at
"What is it?"
"She…She’s the queen?"
"Yea, that’s Queen Zeela. What’s the
"She’s beautiful. Wow! Damn she’s
hot!" Tom proclaimed finally. Nathe, with a perplexed look was about to
say something but was shushed.
"Listen to what she has to say!" Tom
"…Although I have withdrew all
aggressive action towards the Seventh Reich, I shall not hesitate to heed
warnings and fight back. Please be prepared for martial combat if the
situation shall arise. I will inform you of the whereabouts in the future.
Queen Zeela out."
"Damn, doesn’t she look good? How old is
she?" Tom excitedly asked.
"I think she’s about your age—26, 27.
Somewhere in that area."
"You think I could date her?"
Nathe burst into uncontrollable laughter. After
about a minute, he whisked the tears from his eyes, got off from the floor,
and saw a sarcastic snarl on Tom’s face.
"Sorry about that." Nathe apologized
with a small chuckle. "But you date her?! That’s hilarious. Your
chances are very slim. Sure you two are the right age, but come on, be
realistic! You probably gotta save her life or something in order to even talk
Chapter 3 and 4!!