The story is far from done and it houses many characters. I like to think this as my little baby, as I have worked on the idea for this for a long ass time now. The story is about a universe cluster that I have yet to name and houses various planets with different species. That is all I will say, enjoy the read.
The elongate ship glided elegantly through dark cold space, its sleek black metallic form humming with engines and hyper-cores which powered this technological wonder of modern sethian age. With turrets and cannons placed on every five meters and transparent energy shields covering the black form of the ship in its entirety, the Black Inferno truly deserved the title of ''Moving Fortress''. But what possibly would such a ship do in this area, so far away from its native planet, so far away from everything that could be of interested to the cruel nation that inhabited the planet of Orion Setha?
Colorful lights and flashing buttons gave little light to the otherwise completely dark oval room. Along the reinforced glass walls which revealed the unknown and unexplored planets and stars stood various modern machineries and thin keyboards, all designed to control the ship. Men and women dressed in tight blue suits made of unknown material sat or stood before these machines, each one of them given the assignment to work on one of the devices. Tiny tile-shaped robots glided along the white floor, polishing the already shiny surface. In the middle stood a man, dressed similarly to the other officers that were present in the room. Black boots, dark blue body suit made of the same material as the ones of the others, and a black hat which covered his otherwise bald head. Wrinkles gained by countless years covered his face along with his white goatee and long moustache. With his hands placed behind his back he watched over the workers, his cold blue eyes showing no signs of mercy for the already tired men and women. His cargo was too important for them to get a rest.
The cargo was the rebellious prince himself.
The sudden beep behind them alerted them all of someone's coming, but the old captain just motioned for them all to keep working and turned around, greeting the man who just entered the room with a firm resignant nod of his head. The man in front of him was dressed as all of the others in the room, a black helmet with two steel horns protruding from the forehead area on his head. The airlock silently closed behind him, hermetically securing the room once again. He spoke with haste on a language unknown, his hand gestures accentuating the importance of his words. The old captain didn't move or respond, but the clear fear in his eyes surely didn't go unnoticed by the guard, who only talked faster and faster, unable to hide the sheer terror in his loud voice which attracted the attention of everyone in the room. For a moment all the work in the room ceased, all eyes were fixated upon the two. Complete silence. Pushing the guard aside, the captain headed for the airlock, allowing the security computer to scan his eyes and read his fingerprint. After a few hastily thrown orders he left the room, heading down the bright white hallway, not even taking time for his eyes to get used to the brightness. The pilots and workers exchanged worried glances but otherwise resumed their duties, too much afraid of possible punishment. The captain was not to be triffled with.
The captain walked along the halways decisively, the echo of his footsteps showing only ruthless perfection to the various guards which nodded and bowed slightly at his approachal. Nothing will go wrong, everything is going according to plan. That is what his mere figure meant to them. Feared and respected, the captain was apparently also a reliable person to all of them, someone they could put their trust into. He wouldn't be named the captain of this magnificent ship otherwise.
Or so they hoped.
After a few more twists and turns he reached his destination, a big black reinforced metal door with two laser turrets placed to the left and right of it. The guards that patrolled along that particular route surely thought that the turrets were there to stop anyone from entering the room.
They were wrong.
They were supposed to stop the beast from leaving the prison. The captain stopped before the door, clearing his throat before pronouncing a few words on the same unknown exotic language.
''Su'uz chok, fahran paratnir.'' , he said, wiping away the sweat off his brow with the palm of his left hand.
After a few seconds the computer acknowledged the voice input, recognizing it as the voice of the captain. With a loud screech the door slid open, revealing the small, cubicle-shaped room. Two red lights pointed toward the wall in front of him, bathing the man chained to the wall in crimson color. Besides the pair of gray shaggy cotton jeans he wore, he was completely naked, his firm muscles clearly outlined in the dim light. Silver hair fell in streaks down his face, covering it completely. But the captain knew that the prisoner was still alive, for his chest still went up and down in the same dull rhythm, a clear sign that death did not yet claim its ownership over the unfortunate prince. The captain laughed and uttered a word that would surely not go unrecognized even by those who do not know the language of Orion Setha.
''Aurelian.''
The chained man stopped breathing for a second, raising his head to greet the ''visitor'' adequately. He shook his head, moving the silvery strands off his face so that he could look at the person who stood before him. His grannyte eyes flashed as he recognized the captain. The muscles on his arms and legs twitched as he leaned forward, attempting to break free. But the chains were unrelenting, unbreakable. The old captain laughed as he approached the prisoner and punched him in the face, putting an end to the futile attempt. The silver-haired man went limp, letting the strong chains carry his weight as he lowered his head again, gazing at the floor. The captain's lips moved as he asked him questions angrily, the tone of his voice revealing that he demanded answers immediately. But the prisoner laughed and shook his head, refusing to answer.
Another punch. And then another one.
The captain balled his fist again, already swinging for the fourth time today. But he stopped in middair as the chained man raised his head again. Unlike the captain, he spoke in a different language, far better known on a planet called Earth.
''I refuse to converse on that cursed language ever again.'' , he said, spitting blood and saliva straight at the captains face. The old proud man roared and hit him once again, knocking him out. A few seconds later he woke him up none-so-gently with a slap to the left cheek, growling in english.
''They told me that you refuse to eat. That you haven't eaten anything in four days. Is that your plan? To die before we arrive? No, dear ''prince''. You shall be judged by the gods, your parents, for all that you have done.''
The prisoner gave him a glare filled with hate and disgust, which earned him another smack and kick.
''Hmph. That should show you your place, scum. You're no son of Astarti.'' , he proclaimed, wiping the blood off the prisoner's face. ''Look!'' , the captain yelled, waving with his bloodied hand in front of the chained man.
''Gods don't bleed.''
He laughed and turned around, already heading toward the exit. It did not matter if the bastard didn't eat, they were just a few hours away from the planet. And then the prince would be judged and punished for his crimes, the unspeakable deeds he commited. Or so the captain thought. Something alerted him of the prisoner's movements, the creaking of the chains behind him, the metallic screams of protest the walls produced as the prisoner broke free.
The last sound the expirienced captain heard before his neck got snapped and his body pushed on the cold floor. The door opened again, but now another person left the room, heavy metal chains dragging along the floor behind him. The turrets were already turned off from inside of the room by using the captain's fingerprint and eye scan. With a quiet ''plop'' the bloody eyeball and index finger fell through the prisoner's fingers and onto the floor, making a small messy puddle of blood on the white surface. The guard in front of the door, alerted by the prisonbreak tried to lift his rifle and shoot. Futile. In a split second the agile man ducked and swung with his left arm, slamming the chain into the guards face. In a splash of red his head exploded, covering the white hallway in the beautiful crimson color. Seemingly unstoppable, the prisoner walked on, the chains dyed red from all the blood, leaving a disgusting red trail behind him as he pressed forward. More guards rushed to stop him, but they were all too weak, too slow. He thrust both his hands in front of him, his palms facing the guards. Something like heat disturbed the clear texture of the air, hitting the guards full on. The rifles fell on the floor, and they followed, their faces twisted in pain as they writhed and screamed, their own skin slowly peeling off their bodies as their blood boiled inside them.
The man advanced forward, screaming.
''I am Aurelian!''
More guards stood in front of him, blocking his way.
Foolish guards.
He got into a low crouch, taking a deep breath before leaning forward and opening his mouth. An unearthly scream escaped his lips, dragged from the depths of his body, empowered with some unknown power. The veins and muscles of his enemies simply exploded. Gallons of blood spurted from their bodies, covering the man and the hallway in more and more red. His face and body covered in gore, the man laughed, pointing toward the security camera in the upper left corner of the hallway, just before another door he was about to pass.
''I am unstoppable!''
And then the camera exploded.
The door finally opened, revealing another long hallway, and far in the distance, the black door he wanted to see. The entrance door to the piloting room.
But then something stepped in his way again. A giant humanoid robot, over twelve feet tall and two tons heavy, wielding two giant claymores. The huge red robotic eye placed on its forehead glared at prisoner. And then the robot moved, slowly approaching Aurelian, its dimensions perfectly fitting the dimensions of the hallway. There was no way above it or beside it. The only way was to go through it, and no being should be capable of defeating something as massive and strong as the Berserker robot.
Foolish little gadget.
Quickly the man grabbed the chains, twirling them around his balled fists to add to the devastative power of his punches. The chains, reacting to some mysterious power the man imbued them with, changed their color from dark blood-red to bright red, completely covering the man's fists. The prisoner exploded from the crouching start, dashing toward the robot fast as the wind. The pathetic metallic heap screamed, throwing one of the heavy claymores at the man, hoping to end him with that lame attack. Quick as always, the man reflexively jumped to the right, evading the improvised missile and then bouncing off the wall right onto the floor again, resuming his run toward the robot. Angry, the foolish AI grabbed the other claymore with both of its hands, waiting for its opponent to get within the weapons reach so it could lop his head off.
Silly thing.
Right before the slow robot swung the heavy weapon, the man got down, sliding on his knees right below the robot's weapon, toward the metal legs. With the chains around his fists, he punched right through the heavy metal, breaking the robot's legs. Without any support from below, the robot simply crashed onto the floor with all of its weight, impaling itself on the handle of the claymore right through the torso area.
''As I said. Silly little thing.''
Laughing the man put his fists in front of him, sliding toward the black airlock. A few seconds later he crashed into the door, tearing it off the wall and pushing it into oval room, squashing the stupid guard who still stood on the same spot. People screamed and abandoned their posts, heading toward the exit.
One by one he decimated them all, leaving their bodies in a pool of their own blood. Screams and moans were silenced, pleas for mercy were answered in his own unique chainy way and cries were comforted with his own bone-splitting muscle-exploding screams. A bloody carnage. Soon enough, he was the only one in the room, completely covered in blood and gore, breathing heavily. Wiping the blood off the keyboard, he pressed a few buttons, establishing connection with the planet in front of him. Some unknown general appeared on the screen, his grin slowly melting into something that resembled a horrified facial expression.
'Fuck if I know.'' , Aurelian thought to himself. ''They all have the same look on their faces when they see me. Oh well.''
He smiled in return and waved to the general, seemingly ignoring the the poor bastards incoherent cries and screams.
''See what happens when you send people after me, you moron? I send them to back to you. In little pieces, prick. So leave me alone, asshole. I am well enough able to come back on my own and will do that whenever the hell I choose to. Thank you very much and bye.''
His gore-covered finger pressed the red button and cut off the transmition, leaving Aurelian in the dark once again. Yawning, he headed for the next device. After a few minutes of studying the device, he figured out how to use it so he activated it. A holographic projection of a female face appeared in the air, looking at him.
''Hello captain. What is your wish?''
Aurelian offered her the most devious of smiles and responded.
''Please, set another pair of coordinates immediately.''
The face in the air nodded.
''Where to, sir?''
''The headquarters of the sethian military, that's where.'' , he said laughing, giving her an exact set of coordinates and the password which was neatly written right next to the device. A minute later the device shut down and the ship rumbled as it suddenly changed direction, right toward the palace of warfare in Orion. Quickly, Aurelian exited the room and turned right, toward the small hangar where surprisingly his ship waited for him.
''Oh. How bloody nice of them to bring it. They probably knew I'd need it.'' , he said with a grin, opening the small cockpit and seating himself on the comfy leather chair inside of it. With his bloodied fingers he grabbed the pack of cigarettes beside the control joystick and lit it, taking a deep drag, seemingly not caring that in a few minutes the ship will be in the planets gravitational pull.
''Aaah. Nothing better than a cigarette after no cigarettes for a month. If that makes any sense at all.''
After turning on some of the fancy gadgets inside of his ship, he slammed the controls forward, flying out of the opened hangar doors into space. To freedom, once again.
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